Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, she’s taken them well since she was a baby. I don’t really have a secret. Just that she’s always done it.”
“I’m flabbergasted,” Jeremiah agreed. “The last time I had to give Cammie some Tylenol, she screamed so loud that everyone in Target thought I was murdering her. I even had some really protective lady come up threatening to hurt me if I didn’t stop.”
“That was hilarious.” Neesha snickered. “We were all there, actually. We were at one of Jeremiah’s away games, and all decided to go out to eat after. Then Cammie started to run a high fever, so we went next door to Target. This sweet old lady saw Jeremiah—who is usually the only one that can consistently get them to take their medicine without too much of a fit—trying to give her that medication and nearly whacked him with a spatula from an end cap.”
I giggled as I walked to the sink and washed the syringe out.
Man, did he have a nice sink.
It was all white—more farmhouse chic—but fit the space really well despite the entire apartment being decorated in more of an industrial look.
Even his faucet was amazing.
And the water pressure!
“I’ve never seen a sink have this much water pressure,” I muttered more to myself.
“You can thank my wife for that.” Chris heard my comment and added, “She takes a lot of showers because they make her happy. I needed to be able to make sure that she could take one, I could take one, and we could run a load of laundry if needed. So we bought some water heaters that are meant for hotels.”
“Wow.” I smiled. “Well, I approve. It’s nice to be able to wash the medicine off without having to use the sprayer attachment.”
“Agreed,” Neesha said. “Let’s go sit down.”
I dried off my hands with the towel that hung to the right of the window that overlooked downtown and paused.
The snow was really coming down.
Harder than I’d ever seen it before.
The snow was at least eight inches thick now, because I couldn’t make out any curbs on the side of the road.
It was all just flat.
And so beautiful.
I had to force myself to look away, and when I turned and found the three adults and my child on the couch, my eyes were automatically taking them all in.
All of them were gorgeous.
Of course, my child was gorgeous. Her father had been, too.
But Jeremiah and Chris.
Wow.
Chris and Neesha pairing up to make a child…that child was going to be stunning.
There was one thing that didn’t fit in this group of beautiful people, and it was definitely me.
“Come sit down,” Jeremiah said, patting the couch.
I did, trying to remain as far from him as possible as I did.
That proved to be impossible when Anleigh held out her tiny little hand for me to hold hers.
I had to scooch closer to do that, which put my thigh pressing against his.
“Mama,” she whispered.
I leaned closer, putting me very close to both Anleigh and Jeremiah.
Anleigh’s head was resting on Jeremiah’s opposite shoulder, but she was looking at me across the wide expanse of his chest from underneath his chin.
I could practically feel the warm air leaving his body.
“Love you.”
I smiled, my heart melting like it always did. “I love you, too, my baby.”
She closed her eyes again, and I saw the contentment there.
I’d probably be just as content on his chest as well.
“Y’all look like you were made for each other,” Neesha said quietly.
I looked back to find her smiling softly.
“Funny, but if I didn’t know any better on the timeline in which you met, I’d say that y’all have been together forever,” Chris offered.
I smiled, but something inside of me agreed.
It felt like I’d known him forever.
I agreed with Jeremiah’s earlier thoughts.
Something inside of me told me to come here today. Something inside of me had rejoiced at meeting him at the hockey arena. While eating wings with him, I felt like a piece of my soul had finally slipped into place. Something I hadn’t been aware I’d been missing until I’d gotten to talk to him.
Everything about Jeremiah just felt right.
And it shouldn’t.
It didn’t make sense that we’d known each other for such a short amount of time, yet it felt like forever.
I also had this weird sense of déjà vu over the next hour as we talked with his brother and sister-in-law.
Almost like I could guess the direction of his thoughts, or what he was going to say next.
I instinctively knew his likes and dislikes, too.
“Ginger made a new recipe this year,” Neesha said, getting an inside joke about their family that went over my head.
“Oh, boy,” Chris said as he glanced down at his phone, reading the same text message that they’d all gotten.
I smiled as Jeremiah sighed and said, “Sweet potato casserole.”