Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
"I'm going to ask her to move in with me," I inform him, and Travis's eyes go big. "Officially."
"Is there an unofficial way to ask someone to move in with you?" he jokes with me.
"She sneaks out of my house every single time she's there." For the first time ever, I say it out loud, "And I'm tired of it." My voice trails off and I look down at the picture of the baby, our baby. "I want her and the baby to be with me always."
"I mean, she can't sneak out of your house with a baby." Travis points at me. "I don't know what she is going to say, to be honest." He shakes his head. "What if she says no?"
It's my turn to laugh. "I can be persuasive." He just stares at me and I get knots in my stomach. "Stop looking at me like that and pay attention to the dog that just lost their family jewels."
"Well, whatever you need from me." He grabs the needle next to him. "Just let me know." He starts to stitch up the dog.
"I'm going to go home and cook her favorite meal," I say, starting to formulate a plan.
"Didn't you cook for her a couple of days ago and she threw up?" My mouth opens as I look at him. "Nothing is sacred."
"Apparently not," I huff. "Okay, I have to go and maybe pick up some flowers and woo the shit out of her." Just saying the words out loud I feel like I'm going to throw up. "I'm going to get out of here”—I point at the door—"and leave you with…" I point at the dog.
"Buster." Travis fills me in on the dog's name.
"Buster"—I lean down—"it's going to be all right." Travis just laughs.
"Call me later and tell me how it went," Travis tells me when I turn and grab the handle of the door. "I'll say a prayer for you."
"I know that your sister likes me at least." I look over my shoulder at him and he just smirks. "A little."
"I meant for my mother," he retorts, and I flip him the bird before walking out of the room. When I walk down the hallway, Petra is on the phone, so I just hold up my hand and walk out.
Getting into the car, I stop first at the grocery store, where I pick up all the ingredients for chicken fried steak, looking down at my phone every two seconds to make sure I grab the right things. "I should just call Luke," I mumble as I make my way through the aisles, and when I walk out of the store, I'm holding seven bags full of stuff. "This better fucking work," I tell myself after I close the trunk and get back into the car, going straight for the flower shop.
The minute I step inside, the scent of flowers hits my nose. Every single way I turn, there are different flowers. "How may I help you?" the lady asks, coming out from the back room.
"I'm thinking I need some roses, maybe?" I scratch my neck. "Peonies are her favorite flowers,” I inform the lady, who doesn't need to know any of this.
"We just got some fresh peonies"—she points to the right—"in a variety of colors." She walks over to the five big plastic bins.
"Do peonies scream move in with me?" I ask, looking over at her and she just laughs at me. "I was thinking more like roses," I tell her. "Roses everywhere and then some rose petals sprinkled on the floor."
"That could work also." She walks over to what looks like a field of roses. Rows and rows of roses in all different colors.
"Is there a particular color that goes with move in with me?" I ask her, taking out my phone and getting ready to google it.
"Oh, honey, if you are this nervous about asking her to move in with you"—she laughs at me—"can you imagine when it's time to get down on one knee?"
"Oh, I would do that also," I tell her, "but figured I'd ease into it."
"That sounds like a great idea." She smiles at me. "How about you get some peonies since it's her favorite?” She points back to the peonies. "And then some roses to sprinkle throughout the house."
"That sounds even better than my plan." I snap my fingers. "So I'll take all the peonies." I turn back to the lady whose mouth is now hanging open. "And then let's go for about, what do you think, a hundred roses?"
The lady chuckles at me. "If she doesn't move in with you." She winks at me. "I might."
I can't help but laugh because the lady has to be in her early sixties. "Well, I'll keep your number just in case," I joke with her.