Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
All of us built our homes close together. Even Zoey’s mom and Reid’s dad moved out here. We really are this makeshift family. I truly love it. All these kids are spoiled with attention, and there are always hands to help out.
“We made breakfast.” She sits up. Her eyes travel down my body. She licks her lips. I know that look in her eyes. She’s hungry, but it isn’t only for food.
“You need to come?” I ask her, leaving the tray at the foot of the bed. I walk around until I reach her. I don’t know what it is about her pregnancy, but her sex drive is through the roof. I’m more than happy to give my wife what she needs. Anytime. Anywhere.
I pull the blanket off her. The only thing she has on is one of my white shirts. Her belly makes it fit tight. I can see her nipples are already hard and begging for my attention.
“Spread those thighs for me, wife.”
She does as I demand.
“Shirt off.” She makes a demand of her own. Her eyes drop down to my cock. It’s been over a week since I’ve been inside of her. She’s huffy about it, but it was the doctor’s order.
But he never said anything about my mouth. I drop down onto the bed and bury my face in her pussy. She grabs a handful of my hair when the first orgasm hits her.
“It’s too much.” She whimpers but doesn’t let go of me. Her legs shake as I take her into another orgasm. She releases her hold on me. Her whole body relaxes.
She makes me feel like a king when I satisfy her. She takes a deep breath, opening her eyes. I never understood when people said pregnant women glow. I get it now.
I kiss the inside of each of her thighs before I slip off the bed to get her food.
“One more week.” She rubs her stomach. “You couldn’t give me one girl? You know this is our last round of babies.”
We thought four kids was the perfect number. Neither of us grew up with brothers or sisters. We wanted our kids to have that.
“I wish we’d gotten a baby girl that looks just like you.” I kiss her. I hate that I couldn’t give that to her.
“You can’t control everything,” she teases me. “Help me up. I need the bathroom.” I offer her my hand so she can slip off the side of the bed.
“Bear,” Willow gasps. She looks down at herself.
“Shit.” I grab my phone and text my mom to get over here to watch the boys. I think she is waddling over to her closet, but she stops at the end of the bed.
“I need pants.” She picks up a piece of bacon and eats it. I grab everything we need and call the doctor before we head out.
“Keep us updated. We’ll bring the boys up to meet their brothers later.” Mom gives Willow a kiss on each cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
Mom really has slipped into the role of being there for her. Willow’s parents too have stepped up over the years, realizing that throwing money at their daughter wasn’t how you showed your love. I went over to their house years ago and set them straight. I could see the regret in their eyes. They do love her.
I usher her out to the car. She calls Zoey on the way letting her know she’s in labor.
“Ahh!” Willow drops the phone as a contraction hits her. I grab her hand so she can squeeze me. She lets out a deep breath as the contraction fades away. “Oops.” She picks the phone back up to talk to Zoey. “I dropped you. Are you okay?” She giggles at her own joke. I shake my head, pulling into the hospital. Those two never change.
We get checked in quickly as her contractions grow closer together. Zoey barely makes it inside before Willow is pushing. We each hold her hands. She’s so damn strong.
Cries fill the room. “We’ve got a boy,” the doctor says.
“Let me see him.” I let go of Willow's hand to take our baby boy into my arms to show her. “He's perfect.”
“We got one more to go,” the doctor reminds us. I hand my son to the nurse to get him checked over. Willow grabs my hand and prepares to push again.
I know she must be in pain, but when her eyes meet mine, a smile lights up her face.
“Push!” the doctor says. Willow squeezes my hand.