NFH

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Jason groaned wrapped his arms around Haley and held her close as he kissed her neck, loving the way that her skin felt against his lips.

“I thought you said that all you wanted was a kiss,” Haley groaned even as she reached between them and cupped him through his pants.

“It is,” he reassured her. “You’re the one trying to take advantage of me in a broom closet,” he said, licking his lips when she ran her hand down his length and-

“Oh….God…..please, no!” Zoe muttered in horror as her plate slipped from her fingers and crashed on the floor with a loud clank as the thick plastic plate hit the floor, sending food everywhere, but she barely noticed.

All of her attention was on the two large men, wearing worn “New England Patriot’s” t-shirts, who’d made the mistake of coming between several Bradfords and a fresh pan of fried chicken. This was not going to end well, her panicked mind quickly realized as she automatically glanced around to make sure that her children were a safe distance away, only remembering that they were still in school with a relieved sigh. Before she could release that sigh of relief, she suddenly found two large hands gripping her by the arms, picking her up and setting her aside as Darrin, Reese and Trevor smoothly stepped in front of her, blocking her view and giving her the only chance that she was probably going to get to leave before things went bad.

Do it,” Matthew bit out, narrowing his eyes on him as he tried to stare him down, but since Jonathan had a good six inches on his little brother, he simply shoved Matthew away and focused his attention back on the book that he was trying to read.

“Go away,” he said when Matthew came right back and commenced with his glare.

“No.”

“Are you really going to make me hurt you?” Jonathan asked around a yawn, already bored at the prospect of beating his little brother up.

“Are you going to help us?” Matthew countered, intensifying his glare.

“No.”

“Then I guess the answer is yes,” Matthew said, not really sounding all that concerned about his impending wedgie, but that probably had something to do with Jonathan’s twin brother Sebastian standing behind him, adding his own glare into the mix.

“This is probably the saddest thing that I’ve ever seen,” Danny said, sighing heavily as he set the brakes on his wheelchair.

“They’re not really going to sign up to do this, are they?” Jodi asked, shooting another nervous glance towards the tables where nearly two dozen Bradfords stood in line, waiting to sign up for the town’s annual Easter Egg Hunt.

Danny watched as his brother Garrett pointed out something else on the flier to the poor man that had been trying to explain for the past hour that this event was intended for children. “Yes, yes they are,” he said with a resigned shake of his head, accepting the fact that this would probably be the last time any Bradford was allowed at a city sponsored event.

“And why exactly are they doing this?” she asked as she placed her hand on the curve of her large stomach where their twins were growing and carefully sat down on his lap.

“Just act natural.”

“What?” Haley mumbled as she struggled to open her eyes and get her feet to work.

“Just walk casually,” Jason whispered as she stumbled over her own two feet, but before she could fall on her face and happily curl up on the cafeteria-styled tiled floor and go back to sleep, Jason had his arm around her and was carrying her towards the back hall where she assumed the bathrooms were.

“What’s going on?” she muttered pathetically, giving up on trying to walk and just settled heavily in his arms as her eyelids began to slowly droop shut.

“Fried chicken,” was all he said when she suddenly found herself in a dark room that smelled like Mr. Clean.

“What are we doing?” she asked, forcing her eyes open with a yawn.

“Staying low,” Jason whispered as he carefully set her on her feet.

“In a cleaning closet?” she asked with a sigh and a sad shake of her head, berating herself for opening her big mouth and telling him about all the buffet restaurants that they’d found.

“What are we waiting for?” the incredibly handsome man that had been standing next to her for the last five minutes asked in a conspiratory whisper that had her lips twitching.

“I’m not really sure, but whatever it was, it went fast,” Zoe said, gesturing to the empty metal pan in front of them.

He nodded solemnly. “Then it must be good.”

“Exactly,” she said, matching his nod and earning a killer smile that would no doubt make any other woman instantly fall head over heels in love with him.

“While we wait, can I interest you in some mashed potatoes?” he asked, gesturing to the pan of creamy mashed potatoes in front of him even as he reached down and adjusted his holstered firearm, making her inwardly sigh with pleasure.

There was just something innately sexy about police officers, she thought, absently wondering what it would take to get Trevor to play a little game of cops and robbers with her later.

Lips twitching, she held up her plate. “Please.”

With another one of those grins that she had to admit would give Trevor a run for his money, he scooped up a big spoonful of mashed potatoes on her plate. “Care for a double?”