Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I rolled my eyes.
Like I hadn’t heard that before.
“There is no questioning whose kid she was at birth, that’s for sure,” I agreed with her.
Emily, at four days old, looked like her father, no doubt. But at a half a year old, the girl was his spitting image. Blue eyes with the ring of green around them.
Blonde curls, so pale, that they looked more white than blonde. The curls were so tight to her head that she resembled Shirley Temple.
Her smile was all him, too.
Katrina gushed over Emily, who, of course, took the attention with glee. She loved when people paid attention to her, something that wasn’t like Apple or me.
“Okay,” she said smiling. “Here’s the paperwork. Do you have your insurance and ID?”
I handed Katrina my insurance card while Apple tried to stuff his large fingers into the leather pocket of his wallet to extract his license.
While he was fighting it, I smiled and turned to Katrina.
“How’s school going?” I asked her.
She winced.
“Going as well as could be expected, I guess,” she sighed. “I’m done in three more weeks, and I can’t freakin’ wait. I don’t even know why I went into this in the first place. It’s so depressing.”
I knew what she was talking about. That was the very same thing I struggled with each and every time I went into school.
“I know what you mean,” I sympathized. “But you’re almost finished.”
She sighed.
“When are you coming back?” She sounded so hopeful.
I shook my head in the negative. “I’m not.”
Her eyes widened. “But you were so close to finishing!”
I shrugged and Apple placed a kiss on my forehead while he dropped his license onto the counter in front of Katrina.
“Going to fill this out, baby,” he left, taking Emily with him.
I watched him take a seat as far away from the reception desk as he could, his back to the wall, and smiled before turning back to the front.
“I didn’t like it,” I explained. “And I don’t think I could leave Emily right now. I’m enjoying this mommy thing.”
Katrina was nodding with me.
“I can see that,” she said. “Rob wants to try for some babies soon, too. I’m nervous.”
I snickered.
Rob and her had been together for ten years. He was a mechanic at one of the shops in town, and he loved Katrina like crazy.
And it showed.
“Well, are you?” I asked.
We spoke in detail about her fears of having children since she was just starting out her career. So long, in fact, that Apple’s name was called from the door leading back to the procedure rooms.
Apple stood, Emily in one arm, and his paperwork in the other and walked toward me.
“Love you, baby,” he handed Emily over.
I took her and reached up to offer my lips to him, which he took.
“Be good for your mama,” Apple instructed Emily.
Emily promptly barfed all over herself and me.
“Shit,” I said, stepping to the side.
Apple laughed his ass off all the way to the door and to the woman that was still holding it open for him.
“Should I say ‘break a leg’?” I called to him.
He tossed me a glare over his shoulder.
I smiled and waved, blowing him a kiss.
He turned without answering the question, nor catching my kiss, and I snickered.
The woman closed the door, and I turned back to Katrina.
“Still want kids?” I teased.
Her eyes were wide.
“Did you just tell him to break a leg as he was going back to get a vasectomy?” she whispered.
I burst out laughing.
“Yeah, I did.”
She shook her head, and I laughed all the way back to the chair where Apple had left the car seat.
Placing Emily in it, I moved to the diaper bag.
But after searching it for clothes that I had put in the top of the bag just before leaving, I realized that they were gone and I didn’t have anything to change her into.
“Little girl,” I said to my daughter. “You need an award for inopportune puking.”
She gurgled, making me sigh.
She was cute; I’d give her that.
Groaning, I stood, taking her with me, picking up the keys that I kept in my diaper bag and headed to the door.
“I’ll hold onto her for you,” Katrina called to me as I reached the door.
I turned and handed her off.
“Thanks,” I grimaced. “I think the clothes fell onto the floorboard of the truck.”
She waved me off, and I hurried down the hall to the elevators.
I’d just stepped inside when a man stepped in with me.
I smiled at him out of habit, crowding myself into the very corner to allow him room.
He didn’t turn around like most passengers did when they enter an elevator, though.
No, he got into the corner directly across from mine and stared.
I stared at the lights as they went from the third floor to the first floor and then ground level.
When the doors opened, I breathed out a sigh of relief and hurried out, thankful to get away from him and the uncomfortable way he made me feel.