Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
“Pinch me? I mean, I have to be dreaming, right? Like, this doesn’t happen in real life. You only ever hear or read about these types of stories, but here we are, living it.” Her eyes close, a calmness coming over her.
“Not gonna pinch you. I’m going to help make every one of your dreams come true. That’s my promise to you. Thank you for giving me this gift,” I whisper. Selena faceplants in my chest. I pick her up by the back of her legs, and that’s when she moves to my neck. Yeah, this life is going to be fucking amazing with her by my side. Nothing will ever be impossible.
Epilogue
Selena
Four Months Later
I never thought we’d be going on our honeymoon while I’m nearly six months pregnant, but that’s where we are in our life. When I tried to tell Rhett we could wait until after our baby was born to get married, he shot that down real quick. Then I tried to negotiate that we could go on our honeymoon after the baby was born. That was turned down just as quickly. I understood it as soon as he explained that there was no way we’d have different last names when our little girl was born, and that after she was born, neither of us would want to be away from one another. I hate to even admit this, but he’s one hundred percent right. That caused me to concede just as quickly. So, we had a small wedding on the Spencers’ farm, my parents catering it, of course. It was a dream, even if I never thought I’d walk down the aisle with a bump protruding from my belly.
The look on Rhett’s eyes, the way both of our moms, Raven, and Laney helped decorate in between their own busy schedules, it was perfection, especially seeing Rhett at the end of the aisle, handsome in his suit and tie, black cowboy hat, and boots. I swear it was swoon worthy.
“What are you doing out here on your own?” Rhett walks out of our private cabana. I’m lying in the hammock that’s strung up between two trees. He was fast asleep this morning, and I wasn’t going to wake him up. Not after the way I couldn’t keep my hands off him last night. That’s another thing that’s changed during my pregnancy. Well, besides the ridiculous amount of waterworks that still appear out of freaking nowhere.
“Giving you a break,” I tease, thinking about the way he took me the first time. It was from behind, a pillow propped beneath me to help with my stomach. That didn’t stop him from giving me two orgasms before Rhett got his. It was me who woke him up in the early morning hours, my mouth around his cock, taking him to the back of my throat, sucking him with a fevered pace until he was holding my head, using that deep and raspy tone of his. A shiver takes over my body, and I know I’ll want a repeat performance of that. Soon.
“You telling me I’m old and need a nap?” he teases, but the way he was snoring, I knew he needed more sleep.
“Maybe. I’d still be asleep beside you if our princess weren’t kicking up a storm.” Rhett places his hand on my belly that’s covered by my bathing suit coverup.
“She’ll be a soccer player for sure, the way she does that.” He bends down and kisses me lightly.
“Or a dancer. You know, between Auntie Raven and Auntie Laney, if they have anything to say about it, they’ll be right beside her, dancing like no one is watching,” I tease.
“Whatever she does, she’ll be loved. Let’s not talk about dancing just yet. A man can only take so much.”
“Want to lie in here with me?” I tempt him, thinking about taking a nap. We’re only in Cabo for another few days, then it’s back to reality. Rhett doesn’t travel near as much now, instead, he has potential buyers who come out to the farm. It helps that we stay at the farm ninety percent of the time, the other ten percent we stay at my apartment, which sometimes I think is stupid, but we both haven’t found a place we’d like to buy in Ward. Plus, neither of us wants to live with my parents. That would for sure put a damper on our sex life. I can just imagine it now. My mom would ask all about what we do at night in our bed. My dad would run for his life.
“Sure, but you stay out here too much longer, you’ll fall asleep.” We somehow make it without me getting tipped out of the hammock, shockingly.
“Who says that’s not what I’m going for? Your heartbeat beneath my ear, your arms wrapped around me, that’s a perfect combination for napping.” I breathe Rhett in, so badly wanting to burrow into his warmth, but I resist.