Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
I take a moment to just breathe her in, reveling in the lingering scent of lavender from the pillow and the sweet thrill of knowing I get to share my life with her. Slowly, I let my lips graze against her forehead, down to the smoothness of her cheek. She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake, a faint smile curling across her lips as I plant little kisses along the curve of her jaw.
I feel the familiar heat that makes me want to worship the ground she walks on rising up in me. I kiss my way down her neck, relishing the sweet sound of her soft sighs against my caress. Her skin feels warm under my lips, and I can’t help but wonder how I got so lucky.
As I trail my lips lower, I pause at her collarbone, giving it a soft nibble, and she stirs again, a low hum escaping her as she shifts, seeking the warmth and comfort of my embrace.
“Morning, beautiful,” I whisper, kisses peppering down her shoulder.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, blinking her eyes open slowly, the sleep still clinging to her and making her look like a goddess with messy curls, half-lidded eyes, and a smile radiating love. “What are you doing?”
“Having my way with you before the rugrats get up,” I say, leaning back slightly to let her know exactly how breathtaking she is in this moment. The sunlight hits her face just right, illuminating her features, and I can’t resist leaning in for another kiss, taking my time as I savor the taste of her.
“You have the best ideas ever.” She runs her soft hand slowly down my back.
“I see my duty as loving you in every way possible including but not limited to unauthorized wake-up calls,” I reply in my most stern, authoritative voice. Laughter escapes me when she gives me her patented “don’t go there” stare.
As I lean in to kiss her again, the playful banter fades into something heavier, ripe with unspoken longing. I’m about to continue my exploration when there’s a knock on our door. I drop my head to her chest and groan. “Fucking hell. We’ll finish this when we get them down for their afternoon nap.”
“Yes, we will,” she agrees as I throw back the covers and climb out of bed. “Your daughter has the worst freaking timing ever.”
She’s not wrong. “While you shower, I’ll go make some coffee,” I offer, knowing how to perk my wife up.
“I need it,” she mumbles and crawls out of bed while I slip on sweatpants and a t-shirt. Emily couldn’t tolerate the smell of coffee at all during her first pregnancy, but by some miracle, it didn’t bother her the second time around.
I hear my wife grumbling behind me as I open the door to find her mini-me glaring at me impatiently.
“Bout time, Daddy,” Jessie grumbles as I take her small hand in mine. “I’m starving.” That’s nothing new.
“Then we need to find you something to eat. How about chocolate chip pancakes?” I offer, knowing it’s my daughter’s favorite food.
Edna jumps down from her perch in the living room and follows us to the kitchen.
“Yay!” Jessie claps her hands together and climbs up on a barstool to watch me as I make coffee and gather everything I need to cook breakfast. “But we need extra chocolate chips.”
“One stack of pancakes with extra chocolate chips coming right up,” I tell her as I grab a bowl.
A while later, my stunning wife strolls into the kitchen. “Good morning, peanut.” She gives Jessie a kiss on her head and heads straight for the coffeemaker.
I’m too busy flipping pancakes to notice anything is wrong before Emily slams her cup down on the counter and takes off running for the bathroom. I pull the griddle off the stove and put it on a hot pad. “Stay here,” I call to Jessie as I run to the bathroom to check on my wife.
I find her hugging the toilet, glaring at me, and instantly know why she’s ready to murder me. “Are you okay?” I ask her as happiness blasts through me. Just the thought of having another beautiful daughter is enough to nearly bring me to my knees.
“No, I’m not okay,” Emily whimpers. “I’m going to have to go another nine months without coffee.”
“We have another nine months without coffee,” I remind her. “We’re in this together.”