Sunlight filtered through the curtains and I yawned, snuggling further beneath the warm duvet. Outside, snow was gently floating down, creating a thin blanket of white over the ground. A biting wind whirled through the cracked open window, blowing over my face.

"Mm, morning," Logan greeted groggily, his arms tightening around my body and tucking me further into his hold.

"Morning," I replied, sighing in contentment for a moment and appreciating the blissful silence. "What time is it?"

"We have ten minutes," he groaned back, pressing his lips to the crook of my neck and swiping his tongue over my skin. "You wanna?"

I smiled, feeling his hands venture up beneath his shirt that I was wearing. "We don't have time," I whined and he chuckled.

"Wanna bet?" He pulled the cover up and dove beneath them before letting it fall back over me. A second later, I felt his hands on my thighs and squirmed in anticipation.

"Logan," I urged, rolling onto my back and parting my legs for him while he swiftly removed my underwear.

I heard him chuckle from beneath the covers and felt his warm breath on my bare opening. "Logan!" I whined in desperation, thrusting my hips up to meet the warm air.

Suddenly, his tongue landed on me and I writhed, torn between wanting more and needing to move away from his teasing mouth. However, his hands held me in place so I had no choice other than to endure his torture until finally, I felt my release.

He reappeared above me moments later, a smug grin on his face. "And still five minutes to spare," he said, crashing his lips onto mine.

I pulled away after a few seconds and Logan frowned. "I need to put my underwear back on," I told him, rummaging about beneath the covers for the garment.

Logan chuckled beside me but I ignored him and continued my search before raising my head to check the rest of the room. Right in front of me, swinging from Logans finger was my underwear.

"Ass," I muttered, snatching them from him and shimmying back into them.

"Careful, four minutes is plenty of time for a spanking," he warned and I shuddered at the thought, biting my lip to keep from saying anything else.

Before I could, a dreaded sound came from downstairs and I turned to Logan with wide eyes. "Did you hear that?"

He nodded, his own expression mirroring mine. "They're early."

He grabbed me and threw me beneath the covers so I was lay on my stomach, holding my breath to keep from laughing as he lay beside me.

"Mommy! Daddy!" The first voice called, sounding closer than I expected.

"Uh oh, incoming," Logan whispered before we heard the door crack open.

"Mommy! Daddy! Its snowing!" The second voice called.

"Hello? Mommy? Where are they?" The third questioned, closing the door with a thud.

"Daddy? Daddy?" The first voice sounded really close and I grinned at Logan before he lifted the covers and yelled boo. "Aaah!!!" Our daughter screamed before giggling hysterically. "Daddy!"

I shuffled forward, ready to emerge from the covers when a weight landed on my back. "I found Mommy," one of the twins said - I think Matteo but I could never tell from their voices alone.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, wriggling beneath his weight so he wobbled around on my back.

"Pile on!" My other little boy screamed and then his weight came crashing down on me. In the past few years, the twins had become much bigger and heavier than most kids their age - taking after their dad.

"Boys!" I called.

"Shall we put you on top Violet?" Logan asked our youngest baby in amusement and I scowled, knowing that if I could see him, he would be smirking.

I could hardly feel the difference when my third and final child was plonked on top of me but the sound of the three of them giggling made me smile.

"Alright, everyone off, let mommy breathe," Logan ordered before the weight of my three children was lifted away and I emerged to see both the boys tucked beneath Logans arms and Violet perched on the bed in front of him.

"Someone's big belly squished me!" I exclaimed, tickling Violets flat little tummy until she could hardly breath from laughing.

"Mommy it's snowing!" Alex told me excitedly, pointing over to the window.

I followed his finger and nodded. "You're right," I said, "so shall we all spend the day in bed?"

Immediately protests followed and Logan chuckled. "No! No! We want to play! Daddy can we play?"

Logan looked to me and then pecked my cheek. "How about you three help me make breakfast and we can bring it up to Mommy to have in bed and then we can all go outside and play?" He suggested.

"Yeah!"

"I want to make Mommy breakfast too!" Violet exclaimed, watching as the boys jumped off the bed with ease and ran to the door. She pouted and turned to Logan who laughed and scooped her up.

He spun her around a few times and kissed her head before dropping her onto the floor. "Go on then," he said and she vanished, chasing after the boys.

"Careful on the stairs!" I called after her, moving to get out of the bed.

"Ah, ah, ah," Logan grumbled, grabbing my waist and moving me back into the centre of the bed. "We will be back in a bit with breakfast," he said.

"You're not really going to let them near the oven are you?" I asked in panic. "Logan they could hurt themselves!"

He chuckled and pecked my cheek. "Relax, I will make the breakfast and they can bang some saucepans or something." He rolled his eyes before turning away and I sunk back into the bed with a huge grin on my face.