Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I’d done this to them.
“But, overall, their tests are looking good. They’re two weeks old, and both are doing well considering their age.” He cleared his throat, causing me to look up at him. “Will this be an easy road for them? No. It’ll probably be one of the hardest things they’ll ever have to do, and they won’t even know it.”
I blinked back a tear.
“But they’re our babies. They’re fighters. There’s not one second that I think they’ll forget to fight. And in the end, I think we’ll be taking home two healthy babies.”
I breathed out shakily.
“I’m so scared.”
“What can I get y’all to drink?” the waitress, who magically appeared at the side of the table, asked.
“Couple sweet teas, please,” I murmured, smiling.
“Any appetizers?”
I looked down at the rolls that didn’t seem the least bit appetizing any longer and shook my head. “No.”
She left without another word, and I looked back at my soon-to-be husband.
“You know that you don’t have anything to be scared about.”
I grinned. “Not yet.”
He was right.
I didn’t have any reason to be scared.
After hearing the conversation with the detective earlier, knowing that everyone was keeping an eye on us, I knew that Caria wouldn’t be able to get to us. She’d be left with no other choice but to either confront us physically despite the presence of people looking out for us, or leave us alone.
Since I knew she wouldn’t be leaving us alone, I just had to wait for her to make her appearance.
And when she did, I’d slam her head into the floor for what she did to me so carelessly.
“That face you just made is hot,” Reed said, making me grin.
“Yeah,” I murmured, reaching for a roll just as our teas were placed in front of us.
After ordering, I went back to staring at Reed.
“What did you just ask her?” I questioned.
“I was asking where the bathroom was.”
I nodded. “Behind me, remember?”
He looked up, then started to laugh. “Guess I didn’t see that flashing neon ‘restroom’ sign.”
I snorted.
“Speaking of,” I said. “I gotta go.”
“Call out if you fall in.”
I flipped him the bird and went to stand, only to come to a halt when waiters of every shape and size started to crowd around me.
“Attention, Texas Roadhouse!”
He pretended it was my birthday.
That had been the whispered conversation.
Why? Because he thought it was funny.
It wasn't. But he laughed, so I didn't throw a fit because I liked seeing him smile.
"Happy birthday dear Krisney. Happy birthday to you."
It took them three embarrassing minutes to leave, and thankfully, since I was still moving slow, they didn’t make me straddle the booth like I’d seen them do the last time I’d dined there.
“Why?" I asked furiously, staring at the free cake that was now sitting in my spot.
He smiled.
"Because instead of being an ass every single time I saw you, I should've told you I loved you. Instead of going out of my way to ignore your presence, I should have kissed you. Instead of missing your birthday dinner for the last decade, I should have celebrated with you."
Chapter 21
No thanks, mall. I shop at home without pants like a normal person.
-Text from Krisney to Reed
Reed
“Do you want to go home and get a change of clothes?”
She looked at me like I’d grown a second head.
“What?”
“Do you want to…”
She stopped me with a lifted hand. “I know what you said. Why would I need a change of clothes?”
“Because you’re staying at my place.” I blinked. “I mean, you can wear my clothes all you want, I just figured we’d go straight to the hospital from my place once we woke up, and visiting hours opened up.”
She blinked.
“You want me to stay with you?”
I tilted my head. “You don’t want to stay with me?”
The sheer panic I felt at her staying somewhere without me was wholly terrifying.
She tilted her head in confusion. “Reed, you didn’t ask me, and I didn’t want to assume.”
I closed the door to her side of the truck and rounded the vehicle, the pain and tiredness I was feeling getting the upper hand.
I most certainly didn’t think I could make it through the rest of the days without her in the bed lying right beside me like the night before.
“You’re staying,” I said. “I don’t want to hear any lip.”
She just shook her head, unable to form words.
“What time do you want to head out in the morning?” I asked as I got into my seat, closed the door, buckled myself in, and started the truck.
She grinned. “I want to get there the moment they open the doors, of course.”
I snorted. “I’m glad you feel the same way I do.”
What I thought was going to be an awkward drive turned out to be quite entertaining as we tried to decide who they looked like more.