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)
“About eight or nine months ago, why?” I asked.
“I like it, that’s all. I also like that you have it in such a prime location.” He answered quietly.
I rolled my eyes, and then made my way into the kitchen. Grabbing the binder that was on the table, as well as the lap top that was sitting beside it, I turned on my heels to go back into the living room, but was stopped by a brick wall named Gabe.
I sent him a glare, but that didn’t deter him. He lifted his hands up to frame my face gently, and then leaned forward slowly and placed a soft kiss on my lips. He backed away then, taking the things that I had in my hands with him. I stood frozen there for a good two minutes before my feet came unglued from the tile beneath my feet.
I walked back into the living room and Gabe had all my shit in his hands, while Jack had Hoochie and his litter box. I flipped all of the lights off, and we all headed back down to the vehicles. I tried my hardest not to stare at the prime grade A ass that was walking down the stairs in front of me, but no matter what I did, my eyes wouldn’t look away.
Soon Ember dear, soon.
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After arriving home and getting Hoochie settled, I went to see Cheyenne while Gabe went to the main office to speak with the guys. I walked two doors down, and then entered without knocking. Screams and shrill wines assaulted my eardrums upon opening the door. I took quick inventory on what was going on, and then burst out laughing. Poor Chey looked miserable. She was face down on the couch, head buried into the couch cushions. Pru was sitting on her back, naked, pulling on her hair, bouncing up and down riding her like a pony. Piper I couldn’t see, but definitely could hear.
I walked to the couch and snagged Pru around the middle, tossing her up into the air and then catching her. Her shiny ringlet white blonde hair tickled my face as I gave her a smacking kiss on her cheek. She squealed and giggled wildly.
“What are you doing to your poor mama? And why are you naked?” I asked her.
Not that she answered me. She was only a year and probably didn’t even understand half of what I said. Cheyenne moaned from the couch and I laughed. Slinging Pru onto my hip, I went in search of Piper, and found her in the kitchen. It wasn’t a pretty sight.
“Oh. My. God.” I exclaimed aloud.
I left the room and got Pru into a diaper. Their room was a fricking mess, just as Cheyenne’s normally was. Shoving the shit on the changing table to the floor, I quickly changed her and stuffed her into the first onesie I found. Grabbing one for Piper as well, I headed out of the room. Walking slowly, placing each foot onto a tile with the upmost precision, I bent and scooped up Piper, and then made my way back out to the living room, and exited out the front door. I walked quickly, ignoring the pain in my back. Walking into the side door of the garage, I heard voices coming from the office. I made my way towards them, ignoring the fact that Gabe was giving them a rundown of what happened at the police station.
Entering the office, all eyes swung to me, and then widened.
Yes, it was that bad. Piper was covered head to toe in oil, flour, and blue food coloring. She looked like a fucking Smurf. I marched directly to Sam, and deposited each kid onto his lap. His hands were held out at his sides at shoulder level, unsure what to do with what I placed in his arms. Turning, I tossed the clothes onto the desktop, and exited the office without a word.
Once back at Cheyenne’s I started tackling the mess that was the kitchen. It only took two roles of paper towels, an industrial sized trash bag, and a bottle of Pine Sol. The kitchen smelled refreshing when I was finished with it, but my back was screaming like a bitch. I took a hit of Ibuprofen and made my way back to the couch where Cheyenne still had her head buried.
“What the fuck?” I asked her.
A garbled mess of words followed my question.
“Turn over and face me like a real man.” I said to her, snickering silently.
She turned over in a flourish of arms and legs, tears covered her cheeks, and they were still leaking out of her eyes.
“This is about me, isn’t it?” I asked. “I didn’t mean to not call you, but I was high on the good stuff last night, and I didn’t even think about it. Apparently, I shunned Max too, but that’s not really my fault. You know I would never leave you out intentionally. The good thing that’s come out of this is Gabe touched my girly parts, and told me he wanted me. I also got a kiss. I think I had an orgasm. I’m not sure, because I haven’t felt anything like that before. Benny never made me have one, so I’m not real sure what it feels like to have one from someone besides myself.”
My ramblings slowly faded as I watched Cheyenne start to cry harder on the couch.
“Get on with it already.” I said.
“I’m pregnant!” she wailed.
Oh, lord Jesus. No wonder she was so upset. She was meticulous about birth control ever since she had the twins. Apparently, they were a lot of work. Who knew?
“Oh honey, this is a good thing. Babies are miracles. If you’re pregnant, then it was meant to be.” I said to her quietly.
Her tears dried, and she took a deep calming breath.
“I know, but I was so close to having a real job. So close. Now I’ll have to wait another year to start working. If I’ll be able to at all. Do you know how much childcare is?” she asked.