Anarchist Season 2 Book 3 Read online Jordan Silver

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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
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My heart felt full for the first time since my family’s slaughter and a feeling I never expected to have ever again in this life came over me. I guess from now on I’ll feel this sense of awe when it comes to the two of them; mine. My family!

I must’ve made a sound or something to give myself away because she looked over at me sharply. “Law, you’re tearing up, what’s wrong?” I shook my head and kissed her temple before wrapping my arms around them both.

“Nothing’s the matter, you make me happy, you both do.” Now she was the one tearing up as I held them both close. I looked down at his little face and took his tiny hand in mine as he fed at his mother’s breast.

He dropped the nipple from his mouth with a loud popping sound and turned his head my way. His eyes were bright, open wide and you’d think he’d been here for much longer than he has with all that shone in them.

All I could think was that’s mine, that’s part of me. He has his mother and me in him. If I hadn’t been sitting already I’d have been on my ass as the enormity of what I held in my arms hit me all at once.

They were mine to protect, to love, to shield, to shelter. It was a frightening and sobering thought and yet it filled me with such strength, a different kind of strength; an inhuman strength that made me feel like I could move mountains.

They were both so perfect, my wife and child. An unexpected gift that I will never stop being grateful for. I held his little fingers on one of mine and smiled down at his questioning look. Already giving me shit, just like his mother.

“Hey buddy, sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you.” He went back to eating and wrapped his little fingers around mine and I felt that shit in my heart. “He has a nice strong grip look at that; he knows I’m his daddy.”

He should! She’d had me talking to him while she was carrying him because we’d read in one of the million books the women have floating around here that it was good for him.

Apparently some asshole had decided that kids can hear even while in the womb, I still don’t know how the fuck they figured that one out, but what the hell do I know. The women were all for it though, and she’d been running my ass ragged with that shit. They even made specialized soundtracks either with my voice or hers for him to listen to throughout the day. Crazy shit!

When the girls had broken out the classical music I’d put my foot down though, if my kid was going to listen to music it was going to be some manly shit.

Dana Sue had shoved her nose in the air because she swore we were having a girl. I’d barely talked her out of doing everything in pink and her stubborn ass had refused to go with blue, so she and her girls with Kat at the lead had gone with yellows and greens.

I was tempted to tease her that I’d won that round but knew she wouldn’t appreciate it, though she was beaming at our son like he was the most precious thing in the world. “We’ll work on the girl next!” I had to, couldn’t help myself.

I expected her to cuss at me after what she’d just been through but instead she nodded and looked down at our son as he pulled milk from her breasts while his eyes closed in slumber. Greedy ass!

“Yes, we should have them five years apart.”

“How do you figure? I’m not suiting up so I’m thinking that shit might be sooner than you think.” I’m just glad she’s not vetoing the idea after what this one put her through.

I thought when she was screaming like death was imminent that there was no way I could ever put her through that shit again, but now that he was here, whole, healthy, beautiful, I wanted to do the shit again as soon and as often as she could.

Of course I have no plans on ever having a daughter, but she doesn’t need to know that. Then again, if the kid was anything like Lyon’s kid I might be persuaded.

I’m sure that’s why Dana Sue was hoping for a ringer, she wanted one just like little Catalina; to drive me up the fucking wall, like she wasn’t doing a good enough job of it on her own.

Outside the door I could hear the others, even the sheep who Dana Sue had warmed up to here of late. Sounded like they had some kind of party going on out there. It was the same when Brand’s daughter Lily was born and will be the same for all the others I’m sure.


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