Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
The mother had made some noises which I ignored because I don’t speak bitch, but I guess sonny boy had put a cork in her pie hole because her barks had turned to whining before going radio silent. Steph had damn near had a heart attack when the two of them turned up at her door one evening to offer her an apology.
Her mouth had damn near hit the floor when he offered her the first check with promises of the rest to come once he got his business in order. I’d only shrugged my shoulders when she looked back at me over her shoulder where I stood like a sentry waiting to bring down my wrath on their heads if they made one wrong move.
She’d pondered over that shit all night, asking me over and over again what the hell had gotten into the two of them like I was a psychiatrist or some shit. I kept watching my sports show and pretended like I didn’t know what the fuck was.
The ex had looked so pitiful I almost thought twice about sharing his dirty shit with his mama; that was before the hag gave my girl a look like she wanted to do bodily harm. Now my only wish is that she gets a heart attack when she sees what I send her.
The idiot neighbor had come crawling on her hands and knees with some baked goods in a basket which I tossed as soon as she was gone, but my girl accepted her apology in a daze and pestered my ass all night again about what was going on.
The only thing making me sweat after all that was the ring I had hidden away. I can’t for the life of me figure out how to propose. If it were up to me, I’d just give it to her without any fuss, but I get the feeling the other time hadn’t been anything special, and since this will be her last proposal, I want it to be awesome for her, but all the ideas I’ve seen so far look like middle school bullshit.
One thing was for certain, I didn’t want her to think I was only marrying her because of the baby, which I didn’t know how long he or she was going to take but knew I was doing my damnedest to make him or her a possibility, so I didn’t have much time.
So, I bit the bullet a couple of nights ago, and damn if I didn’t just grab her hand while we were in bed talking and slid that rock on her finger. She hyperventilated, cried, screamed, then called Nat, all before saying yes. Not that I needed her confirmation, but still, the girl needs to get her priorities in order.
The way she jumped me after her gabfest was as much of an acceptance as was needed anyway, and my ears have been ringing ever since with wedding bullshit. She offered up the idea of having something small since she’d already done the deed once, which I shut down because the light in her eye said she wasn’t too happy with that, plus this was my one and only, and I’d be damned if I downsized because she’d had the misfortune to marry an asshole in her idiot phase.
That’s all she needed before her, and Nat went nuts. I didn’t know women started planning the wedding as soon as the ring was on their finger. I knew she loved the ring because I’d sometimes catch her looking at it with a dreamy look on her face, and once, I overheard her tell Nat that she never expected anyone to give her such a beautiful ring.
If she knew the shit I had to go through to make sure that diamond didn’t come from some thieving fuck that had been robbing the continent for generations, she’d probably knight me. I was pleased that I could give her a guiltless diamond that allowed me to sleep at night. We’re not going to talk about the cost.
I let my brother and sister Jackie know but didn’t tell the parents as yet and warned them not to until I was ready, and they begged to meet her, but I held off on that as well. I was still a bit salty, though not so much at them; still, I have to make sure she gets the welcome she deserves. If it were up to me, I’d wait until they all came apologizing and begging for forgiveness on their hands and knees, but I’m built that way.
In the midst of all this, I kept my eye out for the signs, and that’s why we were now headed to my parents. I want my kid to have at least one set of grandparents in his life. She doesn’t realize that she’s pregnant yet, I don’t think, but I’m pretty sure I’ve fucked her every day for six weeks straight without let up, and I won’t go near a bleeding snatch if my life depended on it, so there’s that.