Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
It didn’t matter that I had fourteen years of unforgettable birthdays, thanks to Sully. It still always made my heart swell, knowing how lonely I had once been, how many birthdays had been spent without anyone to sing me “Happy Birthday” or bring me a gift, or even just say they were happy I’d been born.
Tears pricked my eyes as Sully moved over toward me with a ridiculous little coned birthday hat, an identical one to those sat upon all their heads.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he said, pressing a kiss to my lips. “I’m really fucking happy you were born.”
“Daddy said a bad word,” our youngest said.
“I thought there might be another whipped cream beard contest to contend with,” I admitted.
“The night is young,” Sully said with a little wink. “Speaking of the night, their aunts are coming to bundle this crew up and take them up to Hailstorm for the night.”
“After cake,” one of the kids piped in.
“After cake,” Sully confirmed. “Then you and me, we have a date with some rom-coms, tacos, and a certain new installment of a cowboy and alien franchise.”
“Number thirty-seven,” I said, smiling. “Sounds like the perfect night.”
But to be fair, every night with him was.
We’d found untold amounts of love with each other through the years. And through our love, we overflowed into our children, creating a family for them that neither of us had ever had.
Yes, it was messy, loud, chaotic, overwhelming.
It was everything I never realized I wanted.
And Sully had shown it all to me.
“Oh, and I got some new tattoo markers to play with later,” Sully said, smile wicked.
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