Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“But who’s the father of the boys?”
Braden shrugs.
“Your guess is as good as mine. Honestly, I don’t know, and I’m not going to ask either. I treat those boys as my nephews, and I love them to death but yeah, I’m not going to question who’s sperm did what. It’s fucking gross.”
I giggle.
“Not to mention complicated! Oh my god, my own life story seems positively normal compared to that.”
My boyfriend grins.
“Well, I wouldn’t say normal normal because Rob and Jim are in jail, so that’s pretty fucking insane. But yeah, there’s a lot of shit going on in the world, and we’re human, so we have to step in it sometimes. But yeah, this is the perfect time to go to Vegas because another friend of mine wants me to come out to support his sister. Evidently, said sister is a plus-size fashion model and is walking in a big show. He wants everyone to come to celebrate.”
I perk up.
“That could be fun! As a curvy girl myself, I definitely want to support other ladies who are celebrated for their curves, and not diminished because of them.”
My boyfriend frowns.
“You’ll never be diminished because of your curves, sweetheart. If someone diminishes you, just let me know and I’ll fucking crush them,” he growls. “But yeah, my friend’s sister is a handful,” he adds. “Patrick told me that he hired a bodyguard to keep an eye on her because she’s so crazy.”
“Oh really,” I hum with a knowing look. “And is this bodyguard doing his job?”
My boyfriend pins me with a look, blue gaze amused.
“Why, do you know something I don’t?”
“No, of course not!” I laugh. “I don’t even know these people!”
The alpha male grins before pulling me close in the shower once more. His cock is firm and growing against my belly, and I know there’s only one direction this conversation is going. Still, Braden grunts.
“I heard the bodyguard’s fucking the sister. So yeah, my friend’s incensed and he’d like to take that asshole out, except he’s stuck in Ireland right now because his wife’s pregnant with their second child, and he doesn’t want to leave her. I get it because you’re pregnant now, baby, and nothing could drag me from your side,” he growls, looking me straight in the eye as his big hand rests on my belly. “You’re mine, Gracie. Forever.”
“And this is exactly where I want to be, Mr. Rockwell,” I whisper before going up on tippy toes to kiss my gorgeous lumberjack. After all, we’ve made a wonderful life together. While Braden’s not a lumberjack per se, he’ll will always be my man, my alpha male, and my rock ... no matter what his name is.
THE END