Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
I nod my agreement. “That certainly sounds like a better plan.”
“I’m glad you agree. I’ll sort out the changing bag; you make porridge and we’ll both argue over who gets Dillan and who gets Emily.”
“As is our normal routine,” I grin, laughing a little. “I love our life.” He hums and pulls me tight to his chest. I tuck my head under his chin and ask, “Don’t you?”
“Of course.”
“Are you happy?”
“One hundred thousand percent.”
“Me too.” I move away and reach for the cupboard that holds the porridge.
“I know.” He smiles arrogantly before smacking my arse and exiting the kitchen. The kids follow closely behind him.
Chapter Four
“He still hasn’t asked me!” Sasha screeches before I even get the chance to say hi.
“Did you ever think that maybe you’re wrong and he isn’t going to just yet?”
There’s a long pause, where even her breathing has stopped. “FUCK!”
“Chill out.” I have to hold the phone away from my ear to prevent any long term damage.
“You’re probably right, oh my god… what if he’s cheating on me?”
Eye roll. “He isn’t cheating on you.”
“But…”
“Sasha…”
“Okay, okay but what if he is?”
“I’m hanging up on you.”
“No! Okay, I’m sorry, I’ll quit obsessing. Tell me about you. How are the kids?”
I sink back into my seat and prop my feet up on the coffee table. “They’re fabulous. Dillan used the toilet twice yesterday.”
“Toilet?”
“Yeah, he didn’t like the potty so we got him a little toilet training seat and a step. It’s so adorable.”
“Yuck.” She laughs. “Only a mushy parent such as yourself could find toilet training cute.”
“Whatever, it was a good day yesterday.”
“And what about today?”
“Well we’ve been at the store all morning so he had to wear a pull up.”
“I don’t know what that is.” She takes a noisy gulp of something. “I fucking love coffee.”
“Me too.”
“So, how do you think he’ll propose when he does propose?”
And we’re back to that. “Ask him; maybe he’ll tell you.”
“You suck at this.”
“Goodbye, Sasha,” I laugh.
“Wait maybe you could ask…” I hang up before she can finish. No way am I being pulled into her madness. Not this time.
Kerim: Need you at work ASAP. Patience is ill.
Fuck.
“Nathan!” I call and moments later he appears in the doorway.
“Yes?”
“I have to go into work.”
The shutters come down in his eyes. “But we just got the kids to sleep.”
“I know, but I need to make a good impression.”
He sticks his lower lip out in a pout. “I get it. Don’t worry.” Walking over to me, he holds out his hand and pulls me up from my comfortable position. “At least we had all day yesterday and today together.”
“Exactly.” I flop like a dead weight, knowing he’ll catch me.
He grunts, holding me under the arms as I hang from him like an extremely heavy noodle.
“You might have to drag me there.”
“Get up,” he laughs. I love making him laugh. I don’t love it enough to actually get up though. “Come on, Gwen. Either go and get them or stay and let me use your body in delicious ways that please me.”
“Ugh, now you’ve made being an adult even harder.”
“Just ignore it. You have kids…”
“Don’t be an enabler.” I stand upright and slap his arm.
“I’m not sure that word works in this scenario.”
Blowing out a breath, I stretch my body and give him a frown. “Don’t correct me when I’m being cute.”
“When were you being cute?”
“Bugger off,” I smile and pick my phone up off the sofa.
Gwen: I’m leaving now. X
Nathan, who watched me type over my shoulder, immediately snaps, “What’s with the kiss?” His tone reeks of jealousy and annoyance.
Immediately I regret my error and not just because my partner has pointed it out and it has caused him to feel uneasy, but because I just sent my boss a kiss.
“Total habit. I genuinely didn’t mean to send that.” My teeth sink into my lower lip and it’s painful. I deserve it. “Think he’ll be weirded out?”
“I think he’ll be thinking with his dick.”
Nathan, unused to having feelings, can sometimes overreact to situations such as this. He’s not overbearing by any means and never stops me from enjoying myself, but when it comes to men, he gets nervous. I can’t blame him for that and I’m helping him with it.
“Don’t be silly. Kerim is extremely… extremely strict on the no fraternisation in the workplace rule. He won’t even let us take breaks at the same time.”
“I trust you. I just don’t want him thinking he has an in.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Because of one accidental X in a text message?”
“Go to work,” he pouts, nudging me towards the doorway. “Before I change my mind.”
“I’m going, I’m going.”
Kerim: Hurry. You have twenty minutes.
What an arsehole. How does he expect me to get there in twenty minutes?
*****
“Oh, I’m not even kidding,” I growl to Tommy on the phone. “He was all, ‘you’re late’. Like… I’m not even supposed to be there.”