Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I signed every share of the company over to my father, thinking that when I did, I wouldn’t hear from him or my mom again. Surprisingly, that wasn’t the case. Not that we’re close, but we do talk on occasion, and they check in on their granddaughter, Kennedy, and send her cards and presents on holidays and her birthdays. I’m still very close with Edie, who Kennedy calls MawMaw, and still keep my weekly visits with her, Pearl, and Dixie to gossip or go play bingo. But normally Edie can be found at my house, spending time with “her girls.”
“Mommy!” I lean up on my elbow to look at my baby, who’s growing bigger by the day, and smile when she walks toward me. “Can we go to the bakery on the way home and get cupcakes?”
“I think we can do that.” Her smile looks just like her dad’s. Much to Calvin’s disappointment, she didn’t get my hair or eye color but got his dark hair and blue eyes, which I love.
“Babe, when we go to the shop, you’re not working,” Calvin says, and I look at him, narrowing my eyes slightly.
“I never said I was.”
“I know you didn’t, but I know you.” I want to roll my eyes, but he’s right. Even when I’m not supposed to be working at the bakery I’m working at the bakery, but that’s because two years ago, Chrissie offered me the opportunity to become coowner, and I took it. I love that my job never feels like work; it just feels like I’m spending time doing something fun with people I like hanging out with.
“I won’t work,” I say when he doesn’t drop the look he’s giving me.
“I love you.” The intensity in his expression tells me just how much.
“I know.” I pull in a breath and let it out slowly, looking between the two people who mean more to me than anything else in the world . . . that is, until our son joins us in a few months. As he moves around in my belly, I wonder if one person should ever be this happy, then think it doesn’t matter, because that’s just the way it is.