Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
I stroke her hair, thinking I could spend forever doing just this. “I can’t wait to see you grow round with my baby.”
She laughs, a sleepy sound that vibrates through both of us. “Maybe we should try one more time just to make sure.”
Oh, hell yes. My wife is so goddamn perfect. “I love the way you think, Mrs. Hot.”
The late afternoon light spills into the kitchen, landing on a floor already carpeted in a mess of toys. Cara toddles around, ducking like a pro as I rain more junk her way while prepping dinner.
Winnie, like the true diva she is, claims her corner with some pretty insistent yips like I haven’t fed her in years. The smell of salmon sneaks up and punches me right in the stomach, sending me running to the bathroom where I almost don't make it.
After a bout of hurling that rivals college-level hangovers, I wobble back into the living room. Cara's passed out, without a care in the world, nestled next to Winnie on her overstuffed pink bed. Her favorite show, Bluey, is still going on the TV. Cara’s tiny snores hit me in waves, making the room feel as cozy as it looks chaotic.
I crash at the breakfast bar, drop my head into my hands, and try to ignore the subtle queasiness that lingers. Puking at the smell of fish means only one thing, and I’ve got Cara to prove it. I lift my head and stare at the wall, replaying all the times this exact same thing happened when I was pregnant with Cara. Me, pregnant? Again? I can't even finish the thought before grabbing my phone to order a pregnancy test from the drugstore.
With the delivery timer counting down, I flop onto the couch. The nerves start to build in a tight little ball inside me. I pace, check on Cara, toss my hair up, rip it down, and glance at the clock. Only twenty minutes have passed, and I’m wearing a path into the carpet. As it gets closer, I realize how much I want this.
Finally, the test arrives. I all but lunge for it. By the time I reach the bathroom, I’ve already torn the box open. I don’t even have time to wash my hands before the plus sign appears. And just like that, my world’s absolutely perfect.
As the initial shock settles into excitement, a smile tugs at my lips. God help me, we're gonna do this again.
Cara’s finally asleep in her crib while Winnie snuggles into her pink princess doggy bed. The Chihuahua is snoring even louder than my toddler. Cara lets out a tiny sigh, nestling deeper into sleep while Ian turns on her nightlight.
We walk into the hallway and Ian softly shuts Cara’s door before tangling his hand in mine. “You wanna watch a movie?” he asks, and usually I’d love to but tonight I have other plans.
“No,” I say, flashing him a look that I know he can't resist. “I have other plans for you tonight.”
I pull him along, and he’s laughing already as we come to our room, his surprise turning into hunger. His eyes lock onto me with an intensity that makes him seem like the king of the jungle, and I'm the unsuspecting gazelle caught in his sights, with no hope of escape.
I let my shirt glide slowly to the floor, the fabric whispering against my skin, and flick my hair out of my eyes, causing him to groan, a low and primal sound, and curse softly under his breath. With a delicate motion, I unhook my bra, pulling it off and tossing it aside. As I peel my pants away, revealing more of myself, his lips curl into a wide, predatory grin, full of anticipation and desire.
As I stretch out languidly on the bed, my body sinks into the soft covers, and I curl a finger at him. My heart races wildly, performing its usual frenzied dance while he hurriedly strips off his clothes.
His movements are swift and eager, filled with an unsteady urgency. He prowls toward the bed, each step a confident stride, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that speaks of nothing but raw, unrestrained hunger.
He crawls over me. "God, I love you," he says, pinning me with his lips. They're hot and demanding, leaving me lightheaded as they make their way across my mouth and down my neck. I writhe under him, not even trying to fight it.
His tongue leaves a slick trail across my breasts, and I swear I hear him laughing when he feels me tremble. I'm completely at his mercy, and he fucking knows it. "I love you," he repeats, sending the words straight to my core.
I can barely stand it, but I know what's coming, so I bite my lip and let him continue his downward journey. When he reaches my belly, I start whispering a string of half-crazed encouragements. He loves that, so he answers with his own language, his teeth grazing the edge of my panties.