Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Our son pushes the casserole thing around on his plate. “What is this, Meme?” Mason looks up at Bunny.
“A creamy chicken casserole.” Jameson stands behind her mouthing that he made sure the chicken was cooked through. I don’t know why Bunny is so insistent on this cooking thing. Jameson can cook as well as my mom and loves to do it for her. “Dig in!”
Daisy gets a spoonful of it, bringing it to her mouth. Everyone else does the same.
“Give me a bite, babe.” She turns her head, giving me a giant smile as she shoves the full spoon at me and I take her bite. It just goes to show you that because something smells good it doesn’t necessarily mean it tastes good too. I swallow without really chewing. Everyone makes sounds as if they are enjoying it.
“You have to give me this recipe,” my mom says to Bunny.
“I have it in my office.” She starts to sit down at the table.
“Can I get it now? You know we’ll forget after a couple glasses of wine.” Bunny laughs, getting up. My mother follows her out, but not before turning and giving us a signal to clear our plates. Everyone jumps up, making quick work except Jameson. He sits at the head of the table eating every bite he put on his plate. I’d do the same if it was my Daisy. It makes me respect him even more than I already do.
A few minutes later Bunny and my mom are back. Jameson asks her for seconds. Bunny beams at not only that but at everyone’s empty plates. Daisy smiles right along with her mom. I kiss her below the ear on her neck.
She settles into me with that smile never leaving her pink lips. I smile right along with her. I knew my girl would give me this. A life a man can only dream about. And I had dreamed about it for years. I made plans for us wanting to make her dreams come true too. She turns on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Love you.”
“I love you too.” I pull her in for a kiss. All the kids groan and fake gag, but I keep on kissing my wife. The woman that was made just for me. She isn't only my heart; she is this family's heart. I’ll happily spend my life taking care of it. Of her. Giving my wife the happily ever after she always dreamed about too.