Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
There was so much I wanted to say.
So much I wanted him to know.
We were both teetering on the edge, walking that thin line.
This was the moment…
The second.
The instant where things took a startling turn.
His kids.
Him.
Me.
Us.
They started feeling like home, like I belonged there, like they wanted me there, like we were supposed to all be together…
Like a family.
Chapter 17
<>Camila<>
“I think we should bury Mary Poppins in the sand and leave her here as shark bait,” Jackson chuckled, playfully kicking sand on me.
“Demon Spawn! I’m tanning here, and if you throw sand on me one more time, I’m going to get up and hug you so hard.” I dropped my sunglasses down my nose. “And we both know how much you love being hugged.” Lifting my sunglasses, I closed my eyes and laid back down.
Journey and I were sunbathing along the shoreline of Oak Island beach on a Saturday afternoon. Enjoying family time in the fresh air, surf, and sun.
Lathered in a mixture of SPF 50 and sand, she laid on her beach chair in a cute, pink two-piece suit with a matching hat. Copying my pose under her ladybug umbrella, thinking she was tanning like me on the towel next to her.
My mini-me once again.
It’d been two weeks since her massive scare of a lifetime, and it was the first time we’d all been out together with their father.
Little Miss was completely back to being her sassy little self after what can only be described as one of the worst and best days since I started working for Dr. Pierce. Except now she had her daddy wound around her chubby finger. Whatever she wanted, she got from him. Little did he know, he was creating a monster.
Though this morning, she woke up wanting me and not her Da. Which melted my heart.
“Jackson,” I clenched out, feeling sand on my belly again. Ready to spring up and tackle him to the ground.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Aiden pick him up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and chucked his ass into the ocean.
I beamed, knowing he did that for me.
Jagger quickly jumped in, and they all wrestled around in the water. While I watched the hot dad show unfold before my shaded eyes.
His muscles flexing.
His body wet.
His lighthearted laughter with his sons.
The list went on and on.
Dear baby Jesus, help us all now. Amen.
“What are you laughing at?” Aiden teased out of nowhere, walking toward me.
I put my hands out. “Don’t you dare!”
“What was that? You want me to throw you in the water too?”
“Aiden, I’m not playing!”
He didn’t hesitate, picking me up like I weighed nothing and flinging me over his shoulder. My ass settling right in his face.
“Jackson, watch your baby sister. Mary Poppins wants to go for a swim!”
“Aiden! Don’t you da—”
He tossed me in, throwing me into the deeper part of the ocean, away from everyone.
“You give up?” he challenged when my head came up for air.
“Never!”
Grabbing my shoulders, he dunked me again.
“What about now?”
“Never!” I shouted, catching my bearings.
He reached for me, but this time I was prepared for it and attacked him using all my weight. Except the only thing that accomplished was me losing my bikini top.
Instantly, I grabbed my breasts. Finding it hard to tread water. I couldn’t touch the bottom like he could, I was too short. Panic set in as I kicked my legs rapidly, holding my chin just above the water as a series of waves came in hard, dragging me under.
“Aiden! Hel—”
Another wave hit me hard from behind, burying my head in the depths of the ocean. Not knowing what way was up or down. Salt water quickly burning in my lungs.
When suddenly, a pair of strong hands gripped onto my waist, tugging me toward him above the surface.
My arms instinctively went around his neck, meaning my bare boobs were now pressed against his solid chest with my legs around wrapped his waist.
“The kids,” I panicked, coughing up water.
“People are blocking us, they can’t see.”
That didn’t stop my heart rate from accelerating at rapid speed. Our eyes were locked. Fused together. Nothing could break us apart, as I struggled to find my composure.
Feeling his heated skin on my erect nipples only stirred my panted breaths and throbbing core.
“My top—”
“Is in my hand.”
“Well in that case, I surrender. You win.”
“Your tits are on my chest, Cami. I more than win.”
I blushed, looking down to see he was right. “No shame here. Nothing you haven’t seen a million times being a doctor,” I played it off like I was unfazed, when in fact, I was mortified.
“My patients don’t usually have their hard nipples pressed against my chest.”
“Now that’d be a lawsuit waiting to happen if they did.”
“Are you going to sue me, my Tiny Dancer?”