Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
The insurance money allowed Sam to buy a new Suburban. He kitted it out with almost the exact same things he had on the previous one, except this one was white. It became my vehicle because I never used mine anymore. Most of the time Sam used his bike, but if he needed a truck he just used mine.
I started it up and drove around the building to the front of the garage. Only one of the doors was open today because it looked like it was about to rain, and they didn’t want rain blowing inside. I parked in front of the open door and got out, walking inside, glancing around to see if Sam was in there. He wasn’t, so I walked through the garage and into the office that was attached to the side.
Sam was at his desk on the phone writing something down on a ticket. Max and Elliott were sitting on the couch that was in the corner of the room eating donuts. Sam pushed his chair out and patted his lap indicating that I should go over to him and sit down.
I on the other hand had a better idea and walked over to the donut box that was open on the coffee table in front of Elliott and grabbed two glazed donuts, and then went to him and sat on his lap. He shook his head and laughed under his breath, but didn’t say anything. His arm wrapped around my stomach, resting on my lap, his hand spread out almost supporting it.
I loved it when he did this. These little shits were heavy, and my stomach liked when it had a little extra support to hold it up. Now I know why women always walk around with their hands supporting their stomachs.
I finished my two donuts in record time, and glanced at the box longingly. There was only one left. Elliott was just reaching for the last one when he glanced up and saw me starting at it. He picked it up and glanced from the donut and then to me. I gave him my best puppy dog eyes and curled my lip down with a pout. Putting a little quiver in for a better touch.
With a long suffering sigh he got up and walked the donut over to me. I snatched it out of his hand and shoved it in my mouth.
“Thanks.” I said around my donut.
It came out sounding more like “Franks.” But Elliott just laughed and went back to his seat at the couch. Max rolled his eyes and reached forward for a bottle of milk that he had obviously gotten when he went to go get donuts. He had just taken the cap off when and glanced at me when I gave him the same puppy dog pouty look that I had given Elliott.
“No.” Max said.
I let a little tears enter my eyes, and he caved like the loser that he was. Sucker.
“Fuck.” He said and got up to hand me the bottle.
I smiled and took the milk from him and drank deeply, belching when I was through.
“Jesus.” Max said. “Can’t you keep that shit in?”
“No. There ain’t no room to keep that shit in.” I said to him.
“You are looking mighty huge today.” Max said with a smile.
I was just about to get up when Sam’s arm tightened on my waist preventing me from getting up. So I settled for the easy way and flipped him off. Max laughed leaning back in to his couch; Elliott stayed quiet, deciding not to get into the argument that he knew would happen.
Sam hung up the phone, and then wrapped his other hand around me too.
“What time is your appointment?” Sam asked me.
“Nine forty five.” I said and then laid my head back against his chest. I loved this position. I would do it forever if I didn’t worry that I was making it hard for Sam to breathe. Not that he would complain.
One of the babies kicked hard right where Sam’s forearm rested on my stomach, and Sam moved his arm so his hand rested where he just felt the kick at. The babies loved the sound of Sam’s voice. They could be sleeping peacefully and Sam say something, and they are soon wide awake and kicking the fuck out of me.
At least they weren’t kicking my vagina this morning. A particular violent kick and then a roll followed making Sam laugh.
Elliott and Max were watching this with smiles on their faces. Max got up to throw the donut box away and stopped to feel too. They all did this a lot. I was like some amusement game, and they loved poking and prodding my stomach to see if they could get a reaction. All they had to do was start making racket in the garage, and the babies started flipping out. This amused the shit out of them, so they did it often.
I glanced at the clock and saw that I needed to leave now to make it to my appointment in time. I braced myself on Sam’s things and propelled my body forward and out of his lap. Sam helped by putting his hand on my ass and lifting.
I turned around and looked down at Sam.
“Are you coming with me today?” I asked him.
“Max is going.” Sam said to me. “I have a meeting with a group from California who wants us to design a bike for them.”
“Honestly Sam, and no offense Max, I don’t want him with me. The women in the office are going to flip if they see me with some other man besides you. They see me with a different guy every other week. I always hear them whispering out in their little cubicle. I know they talk about all the men I bring with me.”
“He wasn’t going to go to your actual appointment. He has a hearing screen the next floor down he’s going to go do while you have your appointment. You’ll wait for him in the waiting area until he gets back, understood?”