Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Yeah, because this isn’t enough to do the job.” Tilting my head back, I grinned up at him as I wiggled my fingers to show off the giant diamond engagement ring he’d given me, along with the matching band.
“I don’t think anything will ever be enough for me when it comes to you.” His hand dropped down to my belly. “But maybe we should see if another baby will do the trick.”
Spoiler alert: he got me pregnant again that night, but it didn’t dim his possessiveness at all. Thank goodness.
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Epilogue 3
Thatcher
“Good grief,” Imogene moaned as she padded out of the bathroom, looking pale and exhausted.
She'd been sleeping so hard that morning, so I'd fed Lucy, our youngest daughter, from a bottle, allowing my wife to rest. Three babies in three years weren't easy, but Imogene somehow managed to make it look like it was. She lit up like the Fourth of July at the simple mention of one of our children. But looking at her now, I started to wonder if it was taking a bigger toll on her than I'd realized.
We hadn't planned to have our babies so close together, but it seemed like all of the pregnancy prevention methods out there had banded together to boycott us. Plus, I couldn't keep my hands off of my wife, nor did I have any intention of trying. After we had Allison, we'd decided to wait a year before getting pregnant again, so we attempted to use condoms. I'm a big guy, and unfortunately, the prophylactic companies out there didn't plan for men like me. Most of them broke the second I pushed into her tight pussy, if not before. Everett came along barely a year later. Then we tried birth control. It might have been successful if Imogene hadn't contracted the flu. It hadn't occurred to us until the positive pregnancy test that she'd probably vomited up her pills. After that, we both wanted to make sure we had a break, so she went to the doctor for an IUD. I loved seeing her pregnant, but I also wanted her to be ready whenever we had another child.
Considering her exhausted state at the moment, I was glad we'd made that decision. Now I was worried about what else could be wrong with her. “Sugar?” I rushed over to her just as she collapsed onto our bed. “What's wrong?”
Imogene opened her whiskey-colored eyes and glared at me. “Your freaking huge cock, Thatcher!” she snapped. “That's what's wrong with me!”
I blinked a few times, surprised and not sure how to respond. Indignation won out. “You love my dick, sugar. You tell me repeatedly every time I'm inside you.”
Imogene groaned and flopped over onto her belly. “I’m going to sue my doctor,” she grumbled with her face buried in the comforter.
“Imogene,” I growled. “If you don't start explaining right this minute, I'm going to take you to the emergency room.”
She sat up and opened her mouth to say something but froze before any words came out. Then she slapped a hand over her mouth and scrambled off of the bed before darting back to the bathroom. I rushed after her and grimaced when I heard the sounds of her getting sick.
“Do you have the flu again?” I softly asked as I dampened a washcloth and sat down beside her.
“No,” she groaned as I gently wiped her face. “Four kids in four years...I'm going to lose my ever-loving mind.”
“Four kids in—what?” I was confused for a minute until she speared me with a look that seemed to say, “Duh, Thatcher.” Then it hit me. “Four?”
Imogene nodded and held up her hand, indicating that she needed help standing up. I scooped her into my arms before getting to my feet and setting her on the counter. “You're pregnant?” I clarified as I found her toothbrush and squirted on some toothpaste before handing it over.
“Yup. Your giant, birth control resistant cock has knocked me up, yet again.”
I tried to hide my smile and the slight puffing of my chest—because the Neanderthal inside me was fucking proud of its accomplishment. Not to mention the flattering description of our dick. She narrowed her eyes, clearly not missing a thing.
She finished brushing and rinsed her mouth before giving me an adorable pout. “Seriously, Thatcher? Now is not the time to be smug.”
I laughed and cupped her face in my palms. “I can't help it, sugar. You knew what a caveman I was when you married me.”
Imogene sighed, but one corner of her mouth kicked up. “I did,” she agreed.
“And you love me.”
“I do.”
I hesitated a moment, not sure if I should admit what I was feeling. Then I leaned in to place a soft kiss on her lips. “I can't say I'm sorry you're pregnant, sugar. We both want more kids, and honestly, even though you’re so fucking sexy all the time, there is just something about seeing you knocked up…”