Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“It’s good to see that home finally filled.” And it’s going to be filled to the brim with little ones. I want an army of babies with Mia and she feels the same way. I’m not sure how we’ll feel once we start having a few, but we’ll see as we go along. There is a lot of space and we’re currently making adding a lot more.
“Yes. It’s so damn good. I can’t wait to have our little ones making tons of racket and coming to play with your grandbabies.” He has about half a dozen little ones running around when his kids stop by which is pretty often.
“I’m looking forward to it, too.” We shake hands, and then I head back to my house down the road to see the woman who makes every single day better than the next.
As soon as I pull through the gate, I spot my wife on the porch. Smiling like a fool to myself, I put it into park. “It feels good to be home.” I hop out and as soon as my feet hit the dirt path Mia rushes down the steps.
“Whoa, slow down, babe. You could fall,” I call out, catching her and lifting her into my arms. This woman means the world to me and so does our little one growing inside of her. God, having my own family is exciting…just so refreshing.
“I’m fine. I just missed you,” she pants, bringing her head down to mine, kissing my lips.
“I missed you, too.” I live for this woman.
“Are you getting bored so soon?” I hope not. She didn’t have to stop working, but it was her choice which I fully supported.
“Hardly. I’ve been working with Franco’s assistant over the phone and via email all morning. He’s trying to get everything just right because my cousin can be a bit hard to deal with.”
“I think Franco just wants you to stay with him.”
“True. I’m one of the only people willing to put up with his bad attitude, although it’s definitely improved over the years. So how was your last day?”
“It was good. It’s nice to see Simon taking over for me. He’s going to make a great sheriff, although there’s hardly any crime unless you consider that riffraff you brought from New York City with you.”
“Ah…did you just call Mal and Al ‘riffraff’? They are sweethearts. Besides, who uses riffraff these days?”
“A small-town sheriff says riffraff, woman.”
“Seriously though. My friends are absolute sweethearts,” she insists as I nuzzle on her neck.
I pull back my head and look at her like she’s crazy. “Sweethearts? Yeah…okay. I think they caused a big uproar when they arrived for our wedding.”
She blushes because yes, they caused quite a stir. Both women are lovely, but they’re true city girls and I swear they’re a handful. It’s not my problem, but it made for an entertaining show at our wedding. Which will make one hell of a story that I’m sure will be told at every holiday gathering from here on out.
I kiss her once more and set her on her feet, walking her into our home. “Let’s get you some food, and I’ll rub your swollen feet.”
“Wow, you are a wonderful husband. Later, you can eat my pussy too,” she says with a moan.
“Why wait?”
“Because I’m still here,” my father says, coming into view wiping his hands with a rag. He may be getting up in age, but he loves getting his hands dirty every once in a while and especially when it comes to building things.
“Oh, hey, Pops. Sorry,” I say, giving him a wink.
He laughs and shakes his head. “I’ve finished the framing with Hank.”
“Hank’s here and you’re wearing that?” I snarl, looking at her sexy body. She’s got on a sundress that covers her rounded belly and goes to the middle of her thighs, but her ample chest isn’t as covered. It’s adorable and hot at the same time, nothing provocative, but anything on her is appealing because she’s always so damn hot to me in no matter what she’s wearing. Mia married an extremely territorial and possessive man.
“Oh, hush. I’m fully covered, and he’s happily married.”
“And you’re not happily married?”
“Well, I’ll be happier once I get my feet rubbed and my…” I press my hand to her mouth.
“We’re leaving anyway.” My dad calls for Hank. “Let’s get out of here. The horny old man’s back.”
“Good. I need to go home anyway.” He winks and carries out his toolbox.
“Will you be helping us tomorrow?” my dad asks.
“Yes, sir.” I shake their hands and that’s when I notice Hank’s truck in front of my father’s. Another streak of jealousy fills my bones like the sick fuck that I am, so as soon as they pull out of our driveway, I scoop up my beautiful wife. “You in for becoming the happiest wife ever, Mrs. Stone?”