Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
A sigh fell from her lips when I set the dampened material on her forehead, then she chuckled. “Trust me, that wouldn’t have been the way I’d told you.”
“Yet you chose this method to tell me something else?” I asked as I hunkered down in front of her.
Violet frowned and tipped her head back to look up at me. “You think I’m trying to say something by throwing up?”
I grinned and shook my head. “Guess it was your body trying to get both our attention.”
“Pardon?”
Cupping her face, I smiled softly and whispered, “Think we’re havin’ a baby.”
Violet’s eyes widened, and her face lit up like I’d just handed her the sun. “I’m pregnant?” she squealed. She bounced a little, then her face turned green, and she twisted around just in time to lose her stomach again.
“Come on, baby,” I said quietly when she appeared to be done and some of the color was returning to her face. “Let’s get you home. Then I’ll run out and grab a test.”
There were so many to choose from that I ended up grabbing five.
But I was glad I did when we were looking down at all of the sticks lined up on the bathroom counter, all confirming that I’d knocked up my woman.
“I love you so fucking much,” I murmured as I slipped my arms around her waist and rested my chin on her shoulder.
My hands cupped on her belly, and she set hers on top of them. “Love you, too.”
After a few minutes of just standing there, reveling in the perfection of the moment, she turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Did you like that last house?” she asked, curiously.
“Yeah, but I’ll like any house you love.”
She smiled, and her eyes twinkled. “Are you sure it wasn’t too isolated? It sits on over two acres.”
“The farther away people are, the louder I get to make you scream,” I muttered, grabbing her ass and boosting her up so she locked her legs around my waist.
“I already love it,” she told me with a smirk, “but now I’m sold.”
Laughing, I tossed her—more gently than usual since she was carrying my baby—and began undressing her. “How about we practice? I’ll keep my hand over your mouth, and you show me just how loud you can be when I fuck you?”
Violet’s eyes darkened to nearly black, and she shivered while her hands frantically worked my belt buckle. “Sounds extremely appealing,” she said breathlessly.
Apparently, practice didn’t make perfect, though. Once we were all moved in, she screamed my name so loud my ears were ringing. Now, our life was perfect.
EPILOGUE
VIOLET
Brodie had done as he promised, giving me the family I wanted. And it turned out that I carried the recessive gene for red hair, thanks to my great-great-grandmother. Because of her, we had a fifty-fifty chance of having the red-haired babies I wished for in my early days with Brodie. And we beat those odds since two of our three children were gingers like their daddy.
The youngest, our only daughter, had the temperament to go with her hair color, too. She also had her daddy and big brothers wrapped around her little finger, so I was the only one willing to put my foot down with her.
“Sorry, sweet pea. I already said no more cookies tonight. You can have some apple slices instead, though, if you’re still hungry.”
Poppy puffed out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout, widening her blue eyes for added effect. “No more cookies?”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “Which you already knew because I told you the last one was it for the night.”
“But Mom, she’s only four. She doesn’t understand,” Brian defended his sister.
I quirked a brow at our eldest, who apparently needed to spend less time with his Uncle Ash because he enjoyed arguing a little too much and tended to blame it on the fact that he wanted to be a lawyer just like the club’s secretary when he grew up. “How did your father and I teach you that there are consequences to your actions?”
My eight-year-old huffed out an irritated breath. “By enforcing the rules.”
“And did we do the same with Brendan?”
Brian nodded, his shoulder slumping.
“So why should I treat your sister any differently?” I asked.
He pointed at Poppy. “Just look at her.”
Big tears welled in her pretty eyes, and her hands were pressed together in a pleading gesture. “Just one more. Pwease, Mommy?”
“Fine.” I got up and stalked over to the plate of chocolate chip cookies that I’d baked earlier today, choosing the smallest one to give to her. “Here you go.”
“Twank you, Mommy,” she mumbled around the cookie she’d already shoved into her mouth.
“You caved?” Brodie asked, jerking his chin at our daughter as he walked back into the kitchen from the garage with Brendan right behind him. The boys took turns helping their dad take out the garbage each week, and he’d been up in the rotation.