Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Thanks,” Tamara giggles. “Because I was only sort of kidding. Marshmallow Fluff could be really fun,” she winks. “Anyway, I’m going try to find out more because I’m intrigued. I mean, I feel like if Stassi–” Suddenly, Tamara cuts herself off with a loud gasp and her face scrunches up in pain. Immediately, all three of us jump up in panic as we try to figure out what’s wrong.
“It’s nothing, it’s nothing,” the curvy brunette murmurs, wincing as she rests a hand on her bump. “The baby just started kicking suddenly … yow!” She lets out a pained laugh as she shakes her head. “It feels like I have a future soccer player practicing in here. Yeesh.”
“Are you okay?” Chris asks in a worried tone. “Should I get you some ice to chew on?”
“No, no,” Tamara murmurs, settling against the couch back once more. “I’m good, thank you. I think he’s calmed for now.”
We let out sighs of relief, relaxing again as our heart-rates return to normal.
“You know, I’m willing to bet that this is a boy,” I grin. “I’m telling you guys, this is a pro athlete kicking around in there! He’s going to be strong just like his favorite father.”
“Oh, please,” Chris rolls his eyes. “We all know that I’m going to be the favorite because I’m the most handsome out of the three of us.”
“No, you’re the most delusional out of the three of us,” Jamison grunts. “I’m going to be our little girl’s favorite.”
“Jamison, you’re definitely my favorite right now,” Tamara giggles as Chris and I gasp in mock-offense. “Because I think she’s a girl too! Jamison agrees with me and that makes me happy,” she explains with a shrug.
“Well, if it is a little girl, I know she’ll look just like her beautiful mother,” Chris smiles. “You’re ravishing pregnant. I mean, you’re really glowing, sweetheart, and you look incredible with your belly full of our child.”
“Thank you,” Tamara smiles. He leans in for a sensual kiss, claiming her mouth with his own.
“Chris is just trying to butter you up since you said I’m your favorite, but he’s right. You do look stunning,” Jamison chuckles before pulling Tamara in for a kiss of his own.
Their kiss lasts a lot longer, which Chris huffs at, but before he can get hissy, I quickly move forwards. “Yeah, you’re gorgeous. And more than that, I think we should be showing you some appreciation for carrying our baby,” I chuckle. “We’re going to be parents in just a couple of months. Can you believe it?”
“Hardly,” Tamara grins. “You guys will make great dads.”
“And you’ll be the best mother in the world. I know it, and can feel it down to my gut. By the way, have I told you lately that you’re amazing, Tamara? Because you are.”
“Thank you, Dane. You guys are pretty amazing too,” she smiles, giggling when I pepper her face with pecks before pressing my lips over hers in a tender yet passionate kiss. Jamison and Chris lean into the embrace as well, and sparks fly just like they did the very first time when we played Whack A Mole at the casino. I groan as I remember Tamara moving between our laps, sliding up and down every hard pole we presented her with while gasping with pleasure. Even better, I can see it now – playing Whack A Mole again, with Tamara very pregnant this time around, her head tilted back with ecstasy as we spurt and shoot like the virile alpha males we are. After all, we’ve always been fortunate men … but this time, we’re three times as lucky.
THE END