Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Yes, it was wrong, but it was an accident, and I really didn’t want to get down on my knees and pick all those bastards up. Just as we were leaving the Walmart, my phone dinged again. I didn’t look at it though until after we’d loaded sixty-seven bags of shit into the back of Sam’s Suburban. Yes, that was sixty-seven bags. I counted.
Gabe: “Won’t be home until late. Got some shit to take care of. Leaving now.”
A man of few words. What the hell was that? We’d spent every night together for the last two and a half months. It’d been quite a few weeks since the football player had had heat stroke. I’d practically moved in. Nearly all of my clothes were at Gabe’s place. Unofficially, I moved in with him. Everyone referred to Gabe’s as “Our Place” but he’d yet to ask me to move in.
Deciding not to make too big of a deal of it, I gave him the space he seemed to want tonight. I didn’t text him back. Thinking about it now it would be somewhat nice to get in some girl time.
“Cheyenne?” I called to her.
She turned her head and regarded me with a raised eyebrow.
“Do you want to go into Longview tonight? Catch a movie, have a cookie monster?” I asked.
“Perfect! I’ve been craving one of those like crazy. What do you want to go see?” she asked.
“I hear Magic Mike is still at the dollar theater. How about that?”
“For the love of all that’s holy, please, anything but that. I don’t want to see that shit.” Max grumped from the driver’s seat.
“That sounds perfect! Max. Go to moms and let’s drop off the girls. Then we can go drop the groceries off, get dressed and head out.” Cheyenne demanded.
Perfect. Maybe a little Channing Tatum and his hot ripped abs would go a long way to ignoring the fact that I’d rather be with Gabe tonight.
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An hour and a half later, we found ourselves in Gabe’s room getting ready. At least I was anyway. Cheyenne was practically dressed.
“Does this look okay?” I asked Cheyenne while checking out my ass in the floor to ceiling mirror.
I didn’t want to look like I had a muffin top or anything. I had on a new pair of Wrangler Rock 47’s that I’d bought just last week, paired with a white wife beater. My bra was a bright neon yellow, and was definitely noticeable under my tank top, but I didn’t really care. It was the only one I owned, and I wasn’t going to go out and buy a new one when what I really wanted was to lose the bra all together. My hair was down in loose waves down my back. No makeup though. I didn’t like the way it made my face feel greasy.
“Yea, your ass looks great in those. Where’d you get those?”
“I went to Baskin’s last week. The jeans were forty percent off. Good thing too, because I wasn’t going to drop a hundred bucks on a pair of jeans. I had to lay on the bed to get them buttoned though.” I answered.
“They’re awesome. My pants already don’t fit.” She said while gesturing to her jeans that only had three of the five buttons done up.
“Funny. I seem to be losing weight. I’ve been the same weight since high school, but ever since I started staying with Gabe I seem to fit into my clothes a lot better.” I said cheerfully.
It really was awesome. When I’d hurt my knee, I’d lost all my muscle and gained a ton of weight. Not working out and sitting on your ass would do that to a person. Especially when I ate like shit.
“You’re such a hoe bag. Why would you rub that in my face? Just look at this!” She said pulling up her shirt to expose her belly.
Not that I hadn’t already seen it. With the tight shirt she was wearing, you could make out the bump of the baby inside of her. The bottom two buttons on her jeans were undone, and her belly seemed to bulge out from between the gap in the jeans. Studying her predicament for a moment, I went to the bathroom, and grabbed two black hair ties and came back.
Going down on my knees, I bent close to her pants and looped a hair tie through the buttonhole, then stretched it across the opening and fit it around the button. I repeated the process for the other hole and was about to sit back up when I was interrupted.
“Should I come back?” Sam said.
Willing my heart to stop trying to pop out of my chest, I said “Yea. Just need a couple more minutes. It’s my turn next.”
Cheyenne laughed, and then turned her body so Sam could see what I was actually doing down on my knees.
“Ember’s a fucking genius! Look what she did to my pants.” Cheyenne demanded, thrusting her stomach out.
She looked like a goober, but who was I to say anything? I was a nut too. That’s why we were best friends.
“Looks good.” Sam said as he rubbed Cheyenne’s belly.
I walked into the living room, giving them a few moments of alone time. I grabbed the purse Cheyenne let me borrow and shoved my keys, a tube of Chapstick, and some of the candy that I’d bought at Walmart that day, along with a coke.
Cheyenne came up behind me and shoved her own drink in. Apparently, she wasn’t bothering with a purse since I was carrying one. Sam hooked an arm around both of our necks and pulled us in to his chest giving us each side hugs.
“Don’t leave Max tonight, got it?” He asked.
“Aye Aye, Captain.” I saluted.
Rolling his eyes, he let us go, and walked us out to Max’s Blazer. I hoisted myself up into the front, and then crawled to the back since the seat no longer slid forward, all the while praying I didn’t rip my pants, seeing as they were so tight. It was about ten minutes into our drive that Max nearly killed us.