Michael was a busy man, between getting his smithing business up and going again, tending to the farm, and trying to find time to spend with the twins and Lillian. He came home each night tired and dirty and washed up in the tub in the back room before sprawling on the floor amid the babies and the puppies. It was always complete mayhem as all four crawled over the mountain that was his body. Though he was dead tired, it never seemed to show when he was with them, and he always had a smile. The time between sundown, when he quit working and when the babies went to bed was always too short for him. after the space of a few months, they were in the nursery, putting the twins down in their cribs (Michael had mad a very ornate one for little lizzy), when after she closed her eyes he went and stood behind Lillian's back as she rubbed Aiden's head trying to make him sleep. He wrapped his arms around her and couldn't resist cupping her very full breasts. The nipples stood out against his palms through the thin cotton dress she was wearing now that spring had arrived. He massaged them softly, and they began to leak in his hands soaking her dress. Michael wasn't prepared for just how arousing he would find this and his manhood was soon hard as a rock and pressed tightly against her bottom. He kissed the nape of her neck and whispered "I love you so much" in her ear.