“Did you learn about that position in one of those romance books you like to read?” Hamilton murmurs with a boyish grin.
“Maybe,” I tease. “It’s called reverse cowgirl.”
“You should give that author a good review,” he chuckles into my neck.
“I already wrote an awesome review,” I inform him. “I don’t think other readers want to read about my sexual experimentation.”
“I don’t know...it might sell a lot more books.” Hamilton slips out of bed and pulls on running pants.
“Where are you going?” I pout with my lower lip protruding.
“I’m going to check on Libby and get you something to drink,” he states, tossing my t-shirt into my face.
When he opens the bedroom door, Indie and McGee are lying on the floor just outside. They run to Liberty’s room. Hamilton continues to the kitchen as I slip on my night clothes. I turn the volume up on the baby monitor at my bedside table.
“I go potty,” Liberty’s voice states over the monitor.