Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“So, this summer?” he asks.
“What about this summer?”
“We start trying?”
“How many are we talking?” I ask him.
“At least two. I mean, if you’re willing, we can try for a football team.” He gives me a huge grin and a wink to go with it.
“Um, no.” I chuckle.
“Two maybe four.”
“Two to four, huh?”
“Can you get on board with that, Mrs. Reeves?”
“Yes.”
He nods. “No pressure, baby. I just want you to know where my head is at. I can’t wait to make babies with you.”
“I want that too.” In life there are no guarantees, and it’s too short to keep putting off the things you can do today until tomorrow. I want to live every moment with him. That includes building our family. “This summer,” I agree.
“Yeah?” I don’t know that I’ve ever seen his smile so wide.
“Yes. That gives me time to hire more help with the foundation, and then we’ll start trying.”
He moves from his lounger to mine, pulling me on top of him. “Tell me about the foundation. Where are we?” Just like that, he’s putting on his supportive husband hat. He’s always willing to listen and offer suggestions, but he leaves the major decisions to me. What he doesn’t realize is that I value his opinion. It’s not just me, but us who’s building this foundation. Together we’re making a difference.
“I have so many plans. We’re going to give all the kids a bag of their own for their belongings. I want to do social trips, individual shopping trips to get them the essentials. Make hygiene, such as haircuts, a priority to make them feel better about themselves.” I stop and smile at him. “Sorry, I get carried away.”
“I love your heart, Reese Reeves.”
“You should. You keep it beating.” The words are barely out of my mouth when his lips fuse to mine. He nips at my bottom lip, and I open for him. His hands roam my body, and I melt into his touch. He flips us over so my back is on the lounger as he hovers over me. His large muscled leg slides between mine, and I moan at the contact.
“We should take this back to the room.”
“Not yet,” I say breathlessly as I rock my hips against his thigh.
“Fuck,” he moans. “In the room, now,” he says, pulling away. His chest is rising and falling at a rapid pace as he stares down at me with nothing but desire in his eyes. “Come with me, Mrs. Reeves.” He gathers our stuff in one arm and holds the other hand out for me.
Placing my hand in his, he guides us back to the room, and that’s where we stay the remainder of the day.
Wrapped up in the sheets.
Our hearts entangled.
Bliss.