Room for More

You are my future, Kacie. You're my present and my future and if I could figure out a way to invent a damn time machine, you'd be my past.

You two are like Dumb and Dumber on ice skates.

Kacie, get attached. Please, get attached. I sure as hell know I am. You’re what I want. You and the girls. This is it for me.” I brushed a fresh tear from her cheek. “I know we’re taking our time, especially where the girls are concerned, but you’re my more, remember?” “You’re my more too.

What my Twinkies want, my Twinkies get.

Pinkie swear?" Piper asked quietly, holding her tiny pinky finger in the air. "How about we change it to Twinkie swear?

People stand in front of an officiant and say 'I do' but that shouldn't mean 'I'm done' when comes to putting time and effort to grow their relationship.

You're a good man, Brody." "It's my mom's fault.

You think we woke them?” She turned on her side and leaned on her hand. The way her breast rolled on top of the other one almost made me hard again. “No. I think we were fairly quiet, considering.” She blinked a couple times and frowned at me. “Considering what?” “Considering that I came so hard, if I didn’t have a condom on, you’d already be pregnant with quadruplets.

I haven't brushed yet." "I'll take my chances," he said, gently pulling my hands away from my mouth. "Pay the toll, stinky.

I loved her for the way she loved me. I loved her for the way she loved her girls. I loved her for the mother she would one day be to my kids, which were somewhere deep inside of her, waiting to be created.

You guys are taking forever and I’m fucking starving. I figure if you haven’t made up yet, I’ll drop you off at home and you can fuck it out while I go get pizza.

I have the sexiest, sweetest, most amazing boyfriend on the planet who's not afraid to kick his ass if he gets out of line.

I love you. I love you so damn much it scares me. But what scares me more is the thought of ever losing you. I have no idea what the future holds, or where my career will take me, but I do know that none of it is worth looking forward to if you’re not by my side. Please, let me love you forever. You and the girls. Will you marry me?

You are my future, Kacie. You’re my present and my future and if I could figure out a way to invent a damn time machine, you’d be my past.

Sorry. You don’t think he’s hot?” She waited for my answer, but I was too busy choking. I just shook my head no. “That boy makes me want to turn into a jaguar.” “A what?” “A jaguar. You know, a woman who goes after younger men?” She wiggled her eyebrows. “You mean a cougar?” I laughed. “Yeah, yeah, that’s it. I knew it was one of those feline animals.” Shoving a cookie in her mouth, a devilish grin slowly crept across her face. “What?” I asked nervously, unsure I wanted to hear the answer. “I was just thinking about that sexy, young man and what he could do to this old pussy—cat.

What’s up, ass clown!” He slapped me on the shoulder as he walked past me. “Dude, I just got the number of the hottest blonde ever with the most amazing tits down in your lobby. She has no idea that I’m going to be fucking the shit out of her in about”—he craned his neck to look at the clock on my oven—”five hours.

Uh, your girls learned that their soon-to-be father is the king and they are, in fact, princesses.

Life is about choices. Every day we make them. From things as minor as what we should eat for breakfast to major things like if we should leave our family today.

Nope, I’m real and I’m all yours

That was the hard thing about my job. You usually met people on one of the worst days of their lives. They wouldn’t remember you, but you would never forget them.

Viper? I thought you said that was a one-time thing?” “It was supposed to be.” She shrugged. “But he texted me and I couldn’t stay away. That boy can lick the bark off a tree.

They didn’t slip through your fingers, asshole. You threw them away. I picked them up, cleaned them off, and have been there for them since the day I met them.

Regardless of why you’re back or what the fuck has been going on, we’re not friends and we’ll never be friends. And talking about Kacie is so fucking far off-limits that if I feel you even thinking about her , I’ll put your head through my goddamn windshield.