Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
I drew Mallory in for a hug. “The only thing you need to be thinking about is our baby girl in your stomach. She’ll be here soon, and we still haven’t decided on a wall color for the nursery.”
Mallory laughed. “I never thought I’d see you get so excited about paint color.”
I shrugged as I guided Mallory down a side corridor. With all the press waiting out front, the district attorney had planned for us to leave through a more private exit, for which I was grateful.
“What can I say, I want everything to be perfect for our first baby.”
Looking up at me, Mallory smiled. “It already is perfect.”
As we walked out into the mild September day, I took a deep breath. Life had been beautiful these last two years, but now that the trial was no longer hanging over us, we could truly move on.
And this spring, my girl would get to wear her Derby hat as we watched Rose Ma Bella compete.
Mallory rested her hand on her seven-month-pregnant belly. “I cannot wait to pick out an outfit for the baby!”
“For the Derby?” I asked.
“Yes! I hope we can find a little hat for her.”
I started laughing as I took her hand in mine and headed toward my truck.
Once there, I opened the door for Mallory, but held her back from getting in. “Don’t worry sweetheart, between you, Krista and MaryAnne, I have a feeling our daughter will have a hat and more to spare.”
She chuckled.
I placed my hand on the side of her cheek. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
A smile lit up her face. “I’m better than okay.”
Leaning down, I brushed a kiss across her lips. “Should we head to the paint store and look at samples and do some shopping like you wanted?”
A wicked twinkle in her eyes said she had other plans. “No, I think the first place we need to go is back to the hotel.”
I waggled my brows. “Really?”
“Yes. I left the name of that boutique we need to go to for my Derby hat back at the hotel.”
I stared at her for a few moments before I saw the corners of her mouth twitch with a hidden smile.
“Well, if it’s a hat you want, Mrs. Sanders, it’s a hat you will get—after I make love to you, of course.”
Her face broke out into a wide grin. “Why, of course, Mr. Sanders.”
The End.