My Wedding Night Revenge

The reception had barely ended when the groomsmen crowded up to the bedroom door, cradling a basket of eggs and snickering.

"Here's a little welcome gift from all of us, sweetheart," one of them said.

"Wish you a house full of sons and daughters, and all the good fortune your grandkids can bring."

Bartholomew Lyons grinned, threw the lock on the door, and turned to plant himself in front of it.

"They're just my boys having fun, no harm meant. It's all for good luck. Don't take it to heart."