Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“What if it says I’m not pregnant, though?”
“Then we keep trying until you are.” I press my lips softly to hers for a moment, knowing this could easily change into a naked kind of moment. “You good?” She takes a deep breath.
“I am. We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, Birdie, we are.” I take the decision out of her control, grabbing the box from her hand while the other laces our fingers together. I’m all but dragging her to the nearest bathroom, which so happens to be the half bath off the living room. A two-story ranch house with the master bedroom downstairs is going to come in handy after the news we receive today.
“No way, you are not. Lane William Johnson, I will kick you in the balls, and then children won’t be a problem.” I shake my head. I’ve seen Birdie in every way imaginable. This isn’t something I feel the need to be away from.
“Babe, you think I’m worried about you peeing in front of me? One day, I’m going to be holding your hand while you deliver our baby. This is nothing.” Birdie crosses her arms over her chest. My eyes zero in on her tits and I lick my lips, knowing we’ll be celebrating in the next ten minutes. She’s going to be riding my face, and my hands are going to be working her nipples.
“That’s well and fine when it happens, but this is a hard no, Lane.”
“Leave the door open, and I’ll stay out here with my back turned,” I compromise.
“Fine. Insufferable, always-gets-his-way man.” She mutters that last part, but I’m already doing what I said I would. I use the wall to prop myself up. Birdie rips open the box as she continues talking in a hushed tone. From what I can surmise, it’s the directions. Finally, after what seems like fucking forever, I hear the zipper of her jean shorts followed by her taking care of business. My head tips back, and I close my eyes. It's time I made Birdie mine permanently. The ring I’ve had forever is going on her finger tonight, regardless of the answer we receive. I’m tired of her not having my last name or a ring on her finger. I’ve already got the gold-and-diamond band in my possession. It’s soft, delicate, and nothing overly flashy. One thing about Birdie is she’s not much for showing off. Hell, it’s why she’s had the same vehicle for years.
“Alright, you can come in now.” A turn of a corner and three steps, then I’m there with her. She’s washing her hands, and her eyes stay on the test the entire time.
“You good, baby?” I come up behind her, my arms wrapping around her middle, chin settling on her shoulder. Birdie’s eyes meet mine in the mirror for a moment and then slide back to the test.
“I am. Do you see what I see?” I look at the test and see a positive sign.
“Fuck yeah, Birdie. You’re going to have my baby, you’re going to be my wife, and I’m going to love you, always.”