Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
According to my guy, they were all safe with their grandparents, who apparently from all the activity going on were trying to make up for the one or two days a week that they aren't at my place with their grandparent shit.
Now I have to explain to my nosy ass wife why I'm no longer in a hurry to head out. From the conversations this morning, it's pretty clear that she and these other women don't listen worth shit, which means she's been into shit that I don't know about. Fuck if I'ma let that shit fly. Sneaky fuck.
Since Clay had got the goods from his woman, I'm pretty sure she'd already grouched to her girls, so this one would already know. She was looking twitchy as fuck standing in front of me next to the corral where I'd taken her to get away from the others.
"Something you wanna tell me?" How can she still have the same look, that innocent shit she'd fooled me with years ago? In all the years we've been together that shit has never changed. Guilty as fuck! "About what?" I just lifted my brow at her, and she looked all around my head, everywhere but my eyes.
I pulled the little sneak in closer for a hug, wrapping my arms around her. I've done this waltz often enough to know that she's not gonna tell me shit, not unless I get her ass horizontal somewhere and pound that shit out of her. Which come to think of it is not a bad idea. Wrong place and time, Colt!
She wrapped her arms around me and sniffed my shirt before rubbing her nose across my chest. It's one of those weird things she does that makes no sense but gives me the warm and fuzzies all the same. And just that easily, I put everything else away and just enjoyed the feel of having my woman in my arms.
With nine kids underfoot, these moments have become too fucking scarce. I realized then that it had been a long time since we'd had a moment to ourselves, not since the trips were born, in fact.
With all the shit that's been going on, I'd dropped the ball. Have to get back to spending time with my girl; fuck everything else. I didn't bother calling her out on her shit, what's the point?
She's following in her mother in law's footsteps complete with her own hen pack. As long as she's happy, we're good. I have ways of keeping her ass from going too far, but damn she's a sneaky one.
I had no idea she was involved in this shit, but from what Mancini said earlier, it seems like all the women had banned together and decided they were going to do shit their way. Lucky for me, the others think like me, always one step ahead of their asses. Thank fuck for technology!
"Let's go away for a few days when we get back. It's been a while since we got away from the kids." She pulled back and looked up at me with a smirk.
"What're you smirking at?"
"Oh, nothing, just that the last time I suggested doing that same thing, someone gave me a million reasons why we couldn't go away and leave the kids."
She had a point. I'm not so worried about the older kids, but the younger ones are a different story. Mengele has been ramping up her shit here lately, and I don't know half the time what she's up to. Fucking Mancini seems like he's trying to single-handedly keep the postal service in business, always sending them to my house with his shit.
My basement haven is long gone, and on any given day, she and the pothead can be found down there with their heads together whispering and shit. This should be a good thing, a young girl learning at the knees of her grandfather if the two of them weren't the most suspicious fucks I know.
Between the two of them, they're always experimenting with some shit. I stopped asking after they did that shit with weed that was apparently a big deal. How an eight-year-old kid could figure out the shit she does is beyond me, but I've long given up questioning that too. I guess she got the best or worst of Kat and me.
"If we send Mengele's ass off somewhere away from the others, it should be fine."
"Actually, the girls and I were just talking. Wouldn't it be nice to go to Hank and Cierra's island again, all of us? Once all the babies are born of course, which should be in another couple of months."
"The fuck, I said you and me, how did they get involved?" She did that rolling eye shit and pouted. "Fine, that's what we'll do."
"Great!" She wrapped her arms around my neck and got that look in her eye. "It would be good if we could do it before the summer ends because Caitie will be heading off to college…"