suggested.
“They have their own spoons, Dad,” Jen sighed, sipping her coffee.
“Maybe we should give Mike one for you, since you’re so sassy.”
“Stop it. Don’t you dare embarrass me.”
“Dennis, leave the child alone. Go get some clothes on, you have chores.”
Michael came in twenty minutes later, soaked with sweat and carrying a little boy under either arm. They were covered with mud. “Look what I found outside. Gotta hose?”
“Put me down, Uncle Mike! Mom! We mud wrestled!”
“I see that. Go jump into the shower.”
“But Mom—”
“Recruits! Atten-hut! Now, good Marines know how to obey orders, quickly and without question. Gentlemen Marines never, ever argue with a lady. Are you gentlemen, or are you maggots?”
“Gentlemen, sir!”
“Then show me. Lil, if you would please issue orders.”
“Boys, to the showers.”
“Yes, ma’am!” both boys said, running. Michael laughed, hearing one of them ask what a maggot was.
“Sorry about them,” Lil said, sighing as she handed Michael some water.
“They’re great. I’d love to have twins.”
“Mom, did you know Mike is sort of a twin?” Jen said mischievously. She explained the birthday date and time of him and his sister.
“You sound like you’re really close to her.”
“She’s my partner and best friend. She found Jen for me,” he said, looking at Jen lovingly.
Jen blushed. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Why? You’re beautiful and I love looking at you.”
“Mom, tell him to stop.”
“Jen’s never quite embraced her beauty. I’m hoping you can change it,” Lil said, joining them at the table.
“She’s perfect. Ladies, if you would please excuse me for a few minutes. I need to shower off my run before I become unbearable. Kiss,” he ordered, quickly kissing Jen before leaving. Her mother followed him with her eyes.
“Gorgeous, isn’t he?” Jen murmured.
“I shouldn’t be looking, but he’s got a beautiful little butt on him.”
“Wait until you see his chest. Yum.” Jen giggled with her mother.
“Betcha your dad is going to start working out after seeing it.”
“I’ll betcha he’ll stop after the first few minutes when it starts to hurt.” Jen snickered. Lil nodded, lifting her coffee mug to tap her daughter’s in agreement.
“Where’s your dad?” Michael asked, coming down shortly in jeans and a tee shirt.
Jen pointed to the barn. “Doing chores. Hungry?”
“In a while. I’ll go help him so he can spend time with you.”
“Oh, that will earn Brownie points. Smart boy.” Lil giggled.
“That and the competition will begin. You know Dad.”
“Maybe we should supervise.”
By the time the two reached the barn, Michael had his shirt off and was tossing bales of hay from the truck.
Lil grabbed her daughter’s arm. “He’s a Greek god.”
“Told you. Not an ounce of fat on him. Look at that pack.” Jen sighed. Her father, also shirtless, was red in the face trying to keep up.
“You get a six pack, I get a keg.” Lil sighed.
“That’s enough for the time being. Don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Dennis yelled up to Michael.
Nodding, Michael hopped down from the truck, wiping his face with his shirt before slipping it back on. “We don’t have the humidity back home. It can drain you.”
Jen giggled, nudging her mother. Yes, Michael knew how to be political. Men.
The twins came running at Michael, tackling him to the ground. They liked their new playmate. He pretended they had him pinned, calling for help.
Dennis sighed, pulling the boys off him. “That’s no way to treat a guest.”
“Uncle Mike said it was okay. He said it’s part of our training.”
“You do realize you will be moving in if this continues. They won’t let you go.” Dennis looked at him tiredly.
Michael ruffled their hair. “We can train from a distance. This way, when I see them next, they’ll be more prepared to win a match. It’s good practice for when I get my
“They have their own spoons, Dad,” Jen sighed, sipping her coffee.
“Maybe we should give Mike one for you, since you’re so sassy.”
“Stop it. Don’t you dare embarrass me.”
“Dennis, leave the child alone. Go get some clothes on, you have chores.”
Michael came in twenty minutes later, soaked with sweat and carrying a little boy under either arm. They were covered with mud. “Look what I found outside. Gotta hose?”
“Put me down, Uncle Mike! Mom! We mud wrestled!”
“I see that. Go jump into the shower.”
“But Mom—”
“Recruits! Atten-hut! Now, good Marines know how to obey orders, quickly and without question. Gentlemen Marines never, ever argue with a lady. Are you gentlemen, or are you maggots?”
“Gentlemen, sir!”
“Then show me. Lil, if you would please issue orders.”
“Boys, to the showers.”
“Yes, ma’am!” both boys said, running. Michael laughed, hearing one of them ask what a maggot was.
“Sorry about them,” Lil said, sighing as she handed Michael some water.
“They’re great. I’d love to have twins.”
“Mom, did you know Mike is sort of a twin?” Jen said mischievously. She explained the birthday date and time of him and his sister.
“You sound like you’re really close to her.”
“She’s my partner and best friend. She found Jen for me,” he said, looking at Jen lovingly.
Jen blushed. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Why? You’re beautiful and I love looking at you.”
“Mom, tell him to stop.”
“Jen’s never quite embraced her beauty. I’m hoping you can change it,” Lil said, joining them at the table.
“She’s perfect. Ladies, if you would please excuse me for a few minutes. I need to shower off my run before I become unbearable. Kiss,” he ordered, quickly kissing Jen before leaving. Her mother followed him with her eyes.
“Gorgeous, isn’t he?” Jen murmured.
“I shouldn’t be looking, but he’s got a beautiful little butt on him.”
“Wait until you see his chest. Yum.” Jen giggled with her mother.
“Betcha your dad is going to start working out after seeing it.”
“I’ll betcha he’ll stop after the first few minutes when it starts to hurt.” Jen snickered. Lil nodded, lifting her coffee mug to tap her daughter’s in agreement.
“Where’s your dad?” Michael asked, coming down shortly in jeans and a tee shirt.
Jen pointed to the barn. “Doing chores. Hungry?”
“In a while. I’ll go help him so he can spend time with you.”
“Oh, that will earn Brownie points. Smart boy.” Lil giggled.
“That and the competition will begin. You know Dad.”
“Maybe we should supervise.”
By the time the two reached the barn, Michael had his shirt off and was tossing bales of hay from the truck.
Lil grabbed her daughter’s arm. “He’s a Greek god.”
“Told you. Not an ounce of fat on him. Look at that pack.” Jen sighed. Her father, also shirtless, was red in the face trying to keep up.
“You get a six pack, I get a keg.” Lil sighed.
“That’s enough for the time being. Don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Dennis yelled up to Michael.
Nodding, Michael hopped down from the truck, wiping his face with his shirt before slipping it back on. “We don’t have the humidity back home. It can drain you.”
Jen giggled, nudging her mother. Yes, Michael knew how to be political. Men.
The twins came running at Michael, tackling him to the ground. They liked their new playmate. He pretended they had him pinned, calling for help.
Dennis sighed, pulling the boys off him. “That’s no way to treat a guest.”
“Uncle Mike said it was okay. He said it’s part of our training.”
“You do realize you will be moving in if this continues. They won’t let you go.” Dennis looked at him tiredly.
Michael ruffled their hair. “We can train from a distance. This way, when I see them next, they’ll be more prepared to win a match. It’s good practice for when I get my
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