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"Thanks, babe, that's convenient," she replies sarcastically, and I just laugh.
I hear the stick hit the trash can before she appears from the bathroom with a sigh she doesn’t mean. I smile and crook my finger, beckoning her back to bed to finish what we started.
Something thumps against the bedroom door and the handle shakes back and forth. "Mommy?"
She sags. "There goes morning sex. For the next decade."
"Just a minute," I call out to whichever kid is in the hallway. "You," I say to her, "get back in bed. Give me five minutes, I'll set them up with a snack and a Disney movie and be right back."
She bites back a smirk. "You're going to distract our children with a movie so we can have sex? You’re so wrong."