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Wishing on Lucky Stars
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Morley had his reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose and was reading over the ranch ledgers for all the crop yields. His face was furrowed, his lips twisted as he made notes beside entries.

He set the pen he had in his mouth on his bedside table and lowered the sheets to his lap momentarily, scratching the top of his bald head to relieve the pressure felt building from reading in such poor light. It was late, but these had to be into the Foreman by tomorrow, and couldn't wait.

He felt eyes on him and looked up. Vanessa watched him from the doorway to the bathroom in their bedroom, leaning on the door frame, her arms crossed.

She was wearing her silk nightgown, the one he had gotten her for Christmas last year from the ladies wear store downtown. It was a deep green, setting off her eyes, making that red hair of hers like fire, dipping low at the front. She was always so beautiful to him, but right then he felt like the luckiest man in the world. Six children had come out of that body. Six children she had given him.

That was what made her the most beautiful to him. More than some piece of fabric that draped so enticingly over her curves.

"Come to bed, my little emerald." he said gruffly, patting the sheets beside him. "It's time to sleep."

She smiled and crawled in, pulling the ledger from his hands, tugging the glasses off his face, setting both on the bedside table. He put his hands on either side of her waist and kissed her as she straddled his legs. She had no intention of sleeping, it seemed.

Not that he minded.

"Sleep? The children are all tucked in, its still early and it's your day off tomorrow. You want to sleep?"

He chuckled as she nipped at his earlobe, and he rolled her over onto her side of the bed, his fingers running through her hair, his foot reaching out to caress her leg.

"Such a teaser, love." He said and kissed the crook of her neck, pulling the silk of her gown up with his hand. She gasped and arched into him, her own hand reaching to pull at his boxer shorts as her lips found his and kissed him.

The door creaked just as he had her nightgown bunched around her waist. Their eyes met and he grimaced, letting her pull the gown back down.

"What?" He growled. Brianna, their third child, shuffled in the door, her outline showing fuzzy hair haloed in light from the hallway, her hand on the doorknob.

"Mummy... Daddy... The sky... It looks like it's falling."

Morley

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