“You don’t look so good,” Cole said around a mouthful of pancake while Jason sat hunched over the table trying to find the will to live.

“I’m fine,” he mumbled against the cool kitchen table as he glared at the woman responsible.

“Leave your father alone,” Haley said with a sweet smile that had his eyes narrowing dangerously on the woman who hadn’t followed her own advice.

She’d…

God, he didn’t even want to think about the naughty things that she’d done to him all night. Every time she’d reached for him, he’d prayed that it was the last time, but it never was. It was never enough to satisfy the cruel woman nibbling on a piece of bacon. Every time he’d touched her, she’d moaned for more, whispered things in his ear that left him trembling, screamed his name in ways that had his balls pulling up tight, and squeezed him dry, making it impossible to stay mad at the woman the next time she reached for him.

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For a moment, Haley considered trying to wake Jason up again, but…

Since he’d growled the last time that she’d tried, she decided that she should probably let him sleep. Decision made, she moved to climb off the bed only to end up biting back a groan when Jason cracked one eye open so that he could glare at her.

“I have to use the bathroom,” she said, weakly gesturing towards the bathroom door as Jason’s gaze quickly flickered towards the bathroom before landing back on her.

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He’d seriously fucked up this time, Jason thought as his gaze flickered to the open bathroom door and-

Realized that it was already too late when Haley, who was now fed and no longer crying, ran her eyes lazily over him in that way that used to tell him that he’d be spending the rest of the night satisfying his pregnant wife’s needs. The only problem with that? He was already fucking tired and he had to go to work in the morning.

When she was pregnant with Cole, he could have gone all fucking night and day with her and had several times, but now…

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“Are you feeling better?” came the hesitant question from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Yes,” Haley mumbled sadly only to sniffle as she hugged the large folded towel in her arms against her chest.

That was followed by releasing a shuddering breath, another sniffle, and a small, barely noticeable sob that had her biting back a groan because this was getting ridiculous. She had no idea why she was crying or how to stop it. She wasn’t upset or sad, not after she’d managed to spend the day tormenting her husband, Haley thought as a smile began to play on her lips only to end on a sob.

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“Welcome to A.P. United States History,” Jason said as he gestured towards the whiteboard while he took in the classroom full of students visibly struggling not to panic.

Oh, this was going to be a fun year, he thought, biting back a smile as he grabbed the stack of syllabuses.

“My name is Mr. Bradford and I’ll be your teacher this year. Everything that you will need to pass my class and pass the A.P. exam is outlined in this syllabus,” Jason said as he walked across the aisles, handing a stack to the students in the front row. “My rules are very simple, leave the excuses at home, come to class prepared to work, and don’t let me catch you with a cellphone in my class,” he drawled as he dropped the last stack off and reached over and plucked a cellphone from a girl, who better get used to losing her phone.

He dropped the cellphone in the basket on his desk as he grabbed the syllabus that he’d made notes on this morning and–

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“No,” came the firm denial before Haley got a chance to make her case.

“Just hear me out,” she said, forced to crawl off the bed and chase after Jason when he walked into the bathroom. “What if–”

“Not happening,” the stubborn man that she loved for some reason said firmly, cutting her off as he pulled his tie around his neck.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” Haley pointed out with a stubborn tilt of her head as she absently reached up and pushed her glasses back up her nose before she crossed her arms over her chest so that she could properly glare at her husband.

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