Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Yes, Chels I felt it”
“Oh of course dumb me” she pulls me in for another hug
“Come here sit”
“Where'd you go”
“I just got in my car and drove until I ran out of road”
“That's it you just drove” I nod
“Pretty much”
“Fuck when did you find out about” she gestures to my stomach
“On the second month, there I was so sick I had to go to the doctor and voila”
“Voila just like that.... are you ok”
“I'm getting there Maggie's amazing and Razor god I can't even lift a cup without him asking if it's too heavy”
“I can imagine papa bear Razor being like that, we should go shopping get the little one some clothes”
“No way the house is coming down with baby things”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah Colt's mom Granny and Maggie have everything under control”
“Colt's mom huh how'd that go?”
“I went over and seen her after I got back just to explain but she was great, her and Grace understood”
“That’s good”
“Yeah, there both pretty great”
“So, what's it like being pregnant”
“It sucks I'm huge, I pee all the time I eat constantly I'm so fucking horny and I have a world class football player in here kicking me all the time”
“Dam girl that sound horrible”
“It is but it isn't” I rub my belly smiling
“So, your horny huh” I roll my eyes at her
“Like you wouldn't believe”
“Do you have a stress reliever”
“A what?”
“You know a sex toy”
“Chelsea” I say smacking her arm (dam I missed her)
“What you’re telling me, miss left hand is doing the job”
“Miss left hand”
“Yeah” she lifts her hand waving it
“You’re too much Chelsea”
“Oh, come on, I tell ya my vibrator is the best lover I ever had” we burst into laughter and I smack her again playfully “No, but seriously, we should go to the sex store they have some great products to help release the tension” she wiggles her eyebrows at me “But seriously, I'm fucking ecstatic that your back, when are you coming back to work”
“Razor won't let me, told Cuff and Socket if I came in that they had to send me home straight away, he's worried about all the cleaning chemicals”
“Are you shittin' me” I shake my head
“Unfortunately, not” we both laugh as Cuff and Socket walk in from having lunch
“Niya” Cuff says pulling me up and hugging me than Socket grabs me and hugs me tight to
“You ok darlin'” Socket asks me he pulls me in holding me tighter, I give him a reassuring squeeze to let him know I'm good
“You coming back to work or not, I'm fuckin' sick of answering phones” Cuff says
“I thought Razor said I couldn't come back”
“Yeah well we work here not him” Socket says and I smile at the both of them
“So, I can come back”
“Fuck yeah you can” Cuff tells me and I jump up and down and Socket grabs me
“Fuck darlin' don't do that the baby might fall out” I laugh
“Really Socket it's just ganna fall out, here on the floor” he turns red
“Well I don't fuckin' know how you know.... how that all works” he points to my belly
“Well from what I've read so far, the baby is safe in here until it's ready to come out so don't worry” I pat him on the arm
*
When I'd gotten home later that night after we all went out for dinner Razor was on a rampage about the boys giving me my job back
“I'm ganna fuckin' kill those two, I told them you were not going back to work”
“Razor I have four more months until the baby comes, I can't just sit around and do nothing I want to work”
“But the chemicals”
“Razor the babies fine, I'm fine and working at the tattoo shop is not going to hurt the baby... ok”
“Fuck... fine but if you get sick and something happens to my Grandbaby, Bella Mae's killing some motherfuckers” he pulls me in for a hug
*
Trying to sleep the night before my ultrasound was impossible, I was so nervous about seeing Colt again. I know I'd already seen him when I told him about the baby, but having to spend time with him had my heart rate up and the baby kicking like mad.
*
As I pull into the doctors’ car park Colt was sitting on his bike (god he's gorgeous) I have to feel around for the handle so I can pull the seat back so I can get out, my belly now rubs on the steering wheel and I'm only five months, god what's it going to be like in four months when it's cooked and ready to pop... Argh I hate being pregnant.
“Morning ba.... Niya” Colt says
“Morning” I grumble and walk past him he runs up and grabs the door before I can open it
“Argh”
“You in a bad mood ba...Niya”
“No shit Colt do I look fucking happy” I snap at him