Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Luckily, I’ve become very good at soothing his ruffled feathers. To be honest, I get as much from the effort as he does.
I’m lying in my old bed, staring at the ceiling when my phone rings. “I can’t believe you forced me to sleep alone tonight,” Lex growls when I answer. “I can’t sleep without your curvy little ass snuggled up against me.”
I’m missing him, too, and it’s my own fault. “It’s only one night. Eight hours,” I remind him and glance over at the clock, hoping time has magically moved quicker. This night feels like it’s lasting forever. “Then we will be together every day for the rest of our lives.”
“Damn right. And I plan to spend tomorrow night making you pay for this suffering.” His grumble sends goosebumps down my spine.
“I can’t wait.” I lie back and shove Morris off my chest. The darn feline decided to make me pay for moving out by suffocating me.
“Me either.” Lex sighs. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.” I smile in the darkness. At some point, I drift off to sleep with Lex still on the phone. The next morning, my alarm rings and interrupts the best dream. I move Morris aside and slide out of bed. Now that I’m all hot and bothered, I need a long cold shower to cool my jets some.
Several hours later, I’m standing at Pops’ back door, wondering why I insisted on having a wedding ceremony. Right now, I’m wishing we were already married and on the way to San Antonio for our quick honeymoon. Morning, noon, and night sickness started as soon as I got out of the hospital, and I’m still suffering most days. We decided to take a quick honeymoon now and then a longer one once our little one is old enough to stay with one of his aunts. Between Jazzy, Skylar, and Wren, our little guy will be spoiled rotten. All three of them are chomping at the bit to get ahold of our little guy. At least, I think our baby is a boy. We’ll find out for sure in seven months.
The second I step out into the hot Texas afternoon, I feel my stomach clench. Oh no, little guy, you can’t act up now. I swallow down nausea and watch both of my sisters walk down the aisle followed by Wren. Pops pats my hand soothingly. “Don’t get nervous on me now.” He smiles down at me.
“I’m just ready to get this over with,” I admit and take several deep breaths, trying to keep my breakfast down.
“I’m pretty sure my son feels the exact same way.” He nods to the end of the aisle where Lex is standing. I glance at my soon-to-be husband and feel instantly better as my heart turns over in my chest. “Let’s get this show on the road before he storms back here and drags you to the alter,” Pops teases and escorts me toward his son.
“You look gorgeous.” Lex leans over and kisses the side of my neck when I step next to him. As his warm hand wraps around mine, I forget about our friends and family sitting behind us.
“You look pretty good yourself.” I squeeze his hand and lock my knees, hoping to get through the ceremony without embarrassing myself and puking on the judge’s shiny shoes.
Lucky for me, our little one decides he’s caused enough trouble for the day. We make it through the ceremony and reception before I start to feel queasy again.
“Do you want to spend the night at our house tonight and wait to drive down to San Antonio tomorrow?” Lex asks me as we leave Pops’ house to head to San Antonio. I’m not looking forward to the three-hour drive, but hopefully, Lex will make it worth my while once we get there.
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m really doing okay.” There’s no way I’m going to miss a moment of our short honeymoon.
“I want you to be better than okay.” Lex brings my hand to his lips for a kiss as we drive through Silver Spoon Falls.
“Maybe you could help me with that once we get to the hotel.” I glance over at him and wink.
“Why wait until then?” I really like the way my husband thinks. I melt back into the seat as Lex slides his hand up and down my thigh. I hold my breath when he slips it under the edge of my white dress.
My head falls back on the headrest as he slides his hand between my thighs and runs his finger over the front of my silky thong. When he slips his finger under the material, I squirm in my seat. “Hold still,” Lex growls, and I turn to see sweat running down the side of his face.
“Are you too hot?” I tease him.