Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I smiled and picked her up before taking a small bite with wide eyes. “Delicious.”
“Good,” she agreed and put her hand on my swollen belly. “Baby cookie?”
“The baby eats what I eat, remember?” I swear this little girl was going to be the reason I gained fifty pounds before her little brother arrived in our lives.
“Baby cookie,” she said again and pressed the cookie to my lips.
The lights dimmed and the music began, a sign that the game was about to start. “Ready to watch Daddy work?”
“Daddy?” Dixie had become the definition of a daddy’s girl. She rushed to the door to greet Alex the minute he walked in, talked his ear off and became his favorite hockey buddy. “Daddy!” She pointed to the ice as players skated out, smiling and calling for him.
Alex had insisted on box seats now that I was pregnant, but I missed being in the stands with the fans, the roar of the crowd and the chill in the air.
“Daddy,” she shouted when he stopped and waved to the box, his image displayed on the giant screen. Dixie waved furiously like she hadn’t seen him just a few hours ago. “Go Daddy!”
The others in the box smiled at her exuberance before we settled in our seats to watch the game. The Highlanders dominated the last season, winning another Cup which made my husband’s ego so big it needed its own seat at the table. This year they were favored to win again, but the season had only started a few months ago.
At intermission, the crowd thinned out and I stood to stretch my legs while the baby kicked like he was auditioning for the Olympic soccer team. “Settle down, you.” I smiled at the energetic baby who never stopped moving but had made my first pregnancy enjoyable.
The door flung open and there he was, my husband. “Hey Sash.” He flashed that boyish smile that never failed to get my heart slamming against my chest.
“Hey Witter. Looking good out there. Two goals in the first half, it’s like you’re trying to impress me.”
He stalked to me, sweaty and still in most of his gear. “I know just how to impress you.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“As creative as you are, not even you can manage in all that.” I motioned to all the gear that kept him safe on the ice.
Alex’s eyes slammed shut and he turned his gaze to the man beside him holding a camera. A camera. “Don’t curse,” he said when I opened my mouth to do just that.
“What’s all this?”
“This,” he took my hands in his and kissed the center of each palm. “This is our anniversary. Two years,” he said with so much meaning in his eyes that my heart slammed against my chest once again. “And I have an important question to ask you.”
I frowned. Surely he didn’t plan to reveal our agreement on national television. My smile smoothed into a smile at the reminder of our large audience. “You can ask me anything, babe.”
“Excellent, because I’m asking for a do over.” He held out his hand and the man behind him, his teammate Greg, dropped a velvet box in it. “I was too desperate to make you mine the first time around and I want to do it all over.” He pulled the ring from the box and slipped it on my finger where the other ring already sat.
My eyes bugged out at the sight of the new ring. It was stunning, a marquis cut diamond surrounded by amethyst and sapphire, birthstones for our two kids. “Alex,” I whispered.
“Don’t keep me in suspense, Sash, the whole country is watching.”
“No pressure,” I grumbled under my breath, which made the stadium beyond the window laugh in unison. “You want to get married again?”
He nodded. “I want to say our vows again. I want to see you walk towards me in another white dress. And this time, I want to spend a month in bed with you on our honeymoon.”
I smiled and stepped in close, wrapping my arms around my sweaty husband. “You should’ve led with that hot stuff. Of course I’ll marry you again. As many times as you want.”
His mouth crashed down on mine and Alex kissed me with his whole body, his whole being, the same way he always did. He kissed me like it was the first time and when his hand settled on my belly where our son grew, one tear slipped free. “Love you, Sash.”
“Love you too, Witter.” He stepped back with a satisfied smile. “Now go bring mama another win.” I winked and smacked his ass as he left the box, leaving the audience howling and laughing, having a great time as their favorite player put on one hell of a show.
THE END