Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
And right there in my dingy bathrooms our true wedding vows were spoken. Because it doesn’t matter whether you say them in front of a crowd of hundreds, or if it’s just the two of you. It’s the feeling that counts, and at that moment, our hearts were joined as one.
“I will,” I whispered softly, looking into that blue gaze. “Dr. Roman, I take you as my wedded husband.”
And that’s how my visit to Sunset Medical Clinic ended. I laugh now when thinking of that first information session. Ashley and I were crazy twentysomethings, demanding free food and sustenance when the handsome doctor walked in to do his talk.
But Chase Roman delivered because I got pregnant and he’s the one who made it happen. I just never expected that Dr. Babymaker would make me a baby in the old-fashioned way, without test tubes or in vitro anything. Instead, we did it all-natural and fell in love in the process too. So yes, things have worked out for the better, and I’m looking forward to a blissful future with my man and my child … and maybe, just maybe, my alpha male will work his magic again and we’ll have multiple babies giggling after this is all over.
EPILOGUE
Chase
Three years later …
She means the world to me, and I can’t believe that I was ever happy without Connie in my life. Because it’s like going from black and white to a technicolor world filled with rainbows. I don’t mean to sound crazy, but it’s true. My wife is my everything, and it’s hard to imagine that I ever lived without her.
At the moment, Connie was on the floor playing with our sons.
“Morty,” she cooed to our quintuplets. “Mikey, Mitch, Marley and Morgan. Mommy loves you, remember that.”
The five boys squealed and flapped their arms up and down, toothless grins breaking across their faces.
“Oooh ooh ooh!” hooted Morty, the very image of Connie with his curly brown hair and caramel eyes. “Oooh!”
The other boys followed along as well, a cacophony of squeals sounding in the living room as our brood expressed themselves.
“Ma-ma-ma!” blurted Marley.
“Goo-ga-ma!” cried Morgan, always eager to outdo his brother.
“You cuties,” said Connie, sweeping the boys into her arms as well as she could. With five toddlers, it’s hard to corral the wriggling bodies, but Connie did a good job. She’s an experienced mother who stays home taking care of our kids. I expect one day she’ll go back to work, but not with our boys so young and still breastfeeding.
After all, my wife works for me so her job’s protected. And everything’s worked out for the better because I’m a fertility doctor, and this is exactly the ending I hoped for. Because who specializes in reproductive medicine, but refuses to have children of their own? Not I. It’s too weird, and patients look at you strangely when you say you don’t have kids. Plus, I’ve always wanted children and Connie was the answer to my dreams. Not just with the quintuplets but also her loving, caring personality and that sassy body.
So I joined them on the floor, spreading out so that the quints could crawl over me like a litter of puppies.
“Morgan,” I growled. “Daddy’s going to eat you.”
And the baby screamed with laughter, his chubby body bobbing up and down. It was so cute that I burst out laughing as well, the low rumble making Mitch and Marley pause before starting up their play-fighting again.
“Chase,” scolded my wife. “You know that any sudden laughs, sneezes or coughs can make them cry. So a little quieter, okay?” she said with a playful frown. And that was my cue. I got up and stalked towards the curvy woman, eyeing her form lasciviously.
“Sweetheart, they have to learn. We’re not going to stop laughing just because it startles the babies. Besides, they’re going to bed soon and we’ll be having our private time,” I waggled my eyebrows suggestively.
That made Connie giggle, setting off the babies again.
“But Chase,” she protested. “I’m still breastfeeding and you know that I’m still trying to lose that pregnancy weight.”
I shook my head. Connie knows that I love her even more with the extra forty pounds she’s put on. After all, she’s a real woman. Only a female who’s borne five children simultaneously has a body like my wife’s, and I adore every dip, curve and valley even more because of what it’s gifted me.
So I pulled Connie to her feet while shooting the boys a mock stare.
“You guys are off to sleep soon, hear? Daddy needs some private time with Mommy asap. Otherwise, how are we going to give you more siblings?”
And with that, a gasp sounded in my ear. I turned to see Connie’s hands sliding over her stomach, eyes wide.
“Are you serious Chase?” she whispered, even as light shone from those beautiful brown eyes. “You want more, even though we already have five?”