Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“She’s going to Mom and Dad’s for the night, Paige. Let her go,” I finally said, taking her hand and pulling her to the truck.
“Bye, baby girl! Be good for Grammy and Grandpa!”
Zoey lifted her hand but didn’t look back at us. “Bye!”
Paige gasped. “Did you see that? She didn’t even look back at us!”
“Probably because she knows she is about to be treated like a princess. Let’s go. I need to feed you, then give you sexual favors.”
Three hours later, Paige and I lay in our bed, Paige satisfied with not only one, but three orgasms, and me exhausted from showering her with attention and trying to have sex in the latest position: on our sides. My ass had never cramped so hard in my life. It was still sore laying there as I wondered how in the hell one got a Charlie horse in their ass cheek.
I watched as Will did a tumble in Paige’s stomach. Something that looked like his heel made a trail from one side, to the other. Paige smiled as she touched her stomach with one hand and shoveled her nasty concoction of popcorn in the other.
“I’ve been thinking,” she said out of the blue.
“About?”
“Future little Fosters.”
I laughed. “What about them?”
Paige looked at me, another handful of popcorn headed for her mouth. She looked so beautiful, lying there, completely naked, my baby in her swollen stomach. If she had told me she wanted eight more kids immediately, I would have said yes. Paige was even sexier pregnant. I had walked around with a hard-on during both pregnancies. Both of which had made Paige as horny as all get out. Especially the last three months of each pregnancy.
“I think I want to stop after Will.”
Sitting up, I set my popcorn to the side. “Really? You want to stop at two?”
She nodded. “Are you okay with that? We have the magical pairing. A boy and a girl.”
“I’m happy as long as you’re happy. A family of four sounds nice.”
With a smile, she nodded. “I think so, too. And they’re close enough in age that it will be fun watching them grow up together.”
“It will make vacations easier. You chase one, I chase the other. Besides, I heard that when the kids outnumber the parents, life gets messy.”
She laughed. “Totally.”
“I have something for you,” I said, leaning over and pulling out an old wooden box.
“What’s this?” she asked, attempting to sit up more in bed. I reached over and helped her, then slid a pillow behind her back.
“I was up in the attic a few days ago, looking through stuff, and found this.”
Paige gave the box and then me an inquisitive look. Even after three years, we still hadn’t looked through everything in the attic. Of course, once Paige got too big with Zoey, we stopped going up there, and then life just got busier. We’d taken all the jewelry out of Gram’s travel wardrobe. Some we had sold; some we kept for Zoey for when she got older.
“I miss going up there,” Paige said, running her finger along the F that was engraved on the box. “Have you checked what’s in here?”
I nodded. Excitement bubbled, and it was everything I could do to not act like Zoey and jump around the bed and beg Paige to open the box.
“What’s in it?” she asked.
“Open it and see.”
With a smile that reminded me of Paige when she was a little girl, she opened the box. She frowned and pulled out the neatly folded letter. Her eyes swept over the paper and her mouth dropped open in utter shock.
When she looked up at me, she asked, “Is this for real?”
I nodded. “Yes. I had Lou look into it, and he got back with me today. It’s legally ours.”
Paige covered her mouth and stared at the paper. She slowly shook her head and faced me again. “He gifted May…a castle?”
I laughed, and in my best Scottish accent, I replied, “Ay, it looks like we own a wee castle in Scotland, m’lady.”
Paige sat speechless.
“A castle? Is it in ruin?”
“Only way to find out is to take a trip to Scotland, when you and the wee lad are up for traveling.”
Her eyes lit up like Christmas morning as she said, “I’m now the happiest woman on Earth!”
I lifted a brow. “Even though my office is blue…after I begged you to let me paint over the pink?”
She threw her arms around me and laughed. “It was peach!”
The End.