Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“N’Sync!” I yelled just as Cheyenne screamed, “Backstreet Boys!”
Out of the corner of my eye, I said James roll his eyes in exasperation. “They both blew, if you wanted my honest opinion.”
I turned and glared into his direction. “Well no one asked you, Jamie. Keep your opinion to yourself.”
Cora chose that moment to blink her eyes open, smiling happily at Gabe as she lifted her head from his shoulder. There was a circle of drool where her head had rested. Although, he didn’t seem to mind.
Sam interrupted the festivities and cleared his throat for everyone’s attention. “Alright, we need to start getting ready, how about we take the kids out back, and then we can let them play while we load. Jack, why don’t you bring the auction bike around to the trailer? The trailer’s hooked up to the Suburban already.”
The next few hours we spent getting ready and loading the Suburban with all the essentials that we needed to take. Okay, well maybe the guys loaded everything, and the girls all sat inside and watched Pitch Perfect for the thousandth time. Fat Amy sure was a trip; everything that came out of that girl’s mouth was hilarious.
We were also given the privilege of seeing Janie “twerk.” Really, it was more of a bending of the legs more rather than actual ass shaking and grinding that Miley had going on at the VMA’s.
We sent Hoochie home with Cheyenne’s mom for the weekend. She already had Cheyenne’s Mastiff for the same reason, so it would be interesting to see how the two got along.
The car seat for Cora was installed, and James of course didn’t have a problem with one extra in the car with him. Pack and plays were loaded for three children. Bags, snacks, diapers, and finally the kids. I’ve concluded that kids require a ton of shit, and next time we should just rent a U-Haul. And, possibly some movers.
We’d just loaded the kids into the car, and I was heading to Gabe’s bike when he stopped me. He’d grabbed me by the waistband of my jeans to stop my forward movement.
I looked at him curiously over my shoulder, and then lifted a brow in question. “What?”
“I think you should ride in the Suburban.” He said warily.
“Why?”
He watched me warily for a moment. “You’re pregnant with my child, and I don’t want to put you at risk. I would feel better if you rode in a vehicle from now on.”
Seeing the intensity in his eyes, I decided not to argue, but instead gave him a small nod and a kiss on the lips before heading back to the Suburban. I glanced over my shoulder before I got in and saw him standing there flabbergasted.
I gave him a small smile and blew him a kiss.
He caught it with his hand and brought it to his mouth before turning and straddling his bike. He started it up with a roar, and pulled up next to Sam to discuss something. I buckled in next to Cora’s seat and smiled down at her.
She sure was a gorgeous baby. She was a perfect little version of Gabe, and she was going to grow up into a stunning woman.
We were rolling out of the parking lot by two in the afternoon. Sam was in front, with Gabe a little back and slightly to his right. James was behind Gabe, and Blaine and Elliott followed behind us in their own car. Jack, James, and Max followed up in the rear
“I think it’s time for some tunes.” I called up to the front seat.
Cheyenne smiled at me conspiratorially and reached for her iPhone. We used to do this a lot when we were younger. With us being the youngest in both of our families, we always got our way. Especially if they had to listen to us whine while on a long car trip.
As Backstreet Boys filled the car, James beat his head onto the steering wheel. “Oh, Jesus H. Christ. Please don’t do this to me.”
Cheyenne thumbed her nose at him. “You know how car trips go, Jamie boy. Just suck it up and be a man.”
Therefore, the next hour we listened to our favorite songs of our childhood.
It was going on an hour of driving time when I finally couldn’t take it any longer. “I have to take a wee.”
“Are you serious? Janie is still holding it, there is no reason you can’t hold it a little longer too.” James said sounding disgusted.
“Actually, I need to go also. Let’s stop at the next rest station.” Cheyenne declared.
James gave up with only a little fight, and flashed his lights to gain Sam and Gabe’s attention. Gabe slowed down to see what James needed, and nodded in agreement with some signal that James had relayed that told him we needed to pee.
We took the next exit, and barely stopped when I bailed out of the car. I was on the ground and running towards the bathroom, because I honestly had to go much worse than I thought I did.
You know that feeling where you have to go, and once you get close to your destination, it suddenly hits you like a ton of bricks? Yes, that’s exactly what happened, and apparently, pregnancy exacerbates the issue.
I moaned as my bladder released itself of its minuscule contents. “Fuck that feels good.”
“You sound like you’re having sex in that stall. You should try to control yourself a little better.” Cheyenne said as she followed suit.
I was just buttoning my pants when a small fart escaped from the next stall over.
“Oops.” Cheyenne said sheepishly.
I laughed and washed my hands. I was inspecting my stomach in the mirror, trying to see if I could define a baby bump when a loud wet fart echoed off the walls of the bathroom.
My jaw fell open and I turned to Cheyenne’s stall to stare in surprise when her door opened and her eyes met mine. They were sparkling with mirth.
“It wasn’t me!” She mouthed silently.