Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
I was scared and excited, but whenever the fear threatened to take the lead Jason was always there to love me out of my funk. As if he had some kind of radar I heard his voice coming down the hallway past the nursery and just like that I forgot what I was stressing about in the first place.
“Uh-oh, I hear his footsteps out there, better get out of the line of fire.” She met him at the door and the two of them had their usual battle of wits before she gave me a warning look that said, ‘you have five minutes and we’re outta here.”
“Hey you, what’re you doing home so early? I thought you had a meeting this afternoon?” He wrapped his arms around me, drawing me in as close as the mound between us would let him and kissed my forehead.
“I had second thoughts about letting you two go down to the store alone. I imagine it’s a lot of work and since you won’t let me hire anyone to get you set up, I think I should be there to help out.”
He’s so thoughtful, so aware of everything about me, my every need, that I can’t remember what my life was like before him. “How’s my baby?” He kissed my nose and held me by the hips. “He’s been kicking like a racehorse all day.”
“I meant my other baby, but good to know our son is strong and healthy, like his mother.” His hands moved to either side of my tummy and rubbed as his mouth came down on mine.
“Now you wanna tell me what was bothering you before I showed up?”
“What makes you think something was bothering me?” Sometimes I think he has the place bugged. No one’s that attentive and tuned in to another human being.
“It’s my job sweetheart, I told you. I will always take care of you. How can I do that if I’m not aware of what’s going on with you?” I laid my head on his chest and the tears started again.
I’d told him how negligent and disinterested my parents were. How daddy had shown his love with things and not time, and mom was too caught up in her own life, and this sweet man had made it his mission in life to make up for their lack.
“I do so love you Mr. Storm.”
“Not as much as I love you. Come on let’s go before she breaks it down.” I stifled my laughter at the sound of Simone banging on the door and yelling for us to hurry up.
“I guess I’m stuck with that pain in the ass for life huh.”
“Of course, she’s carrying my God baby, what do you think.” She heard and answered him herself. We said our goodbyes to the others who were still debating the placement of furniture in the nursery, and left.
Outside there were no flashing cameras or raised voices shouting invasive words at us from across the street or anywhere else. I don’t know how, but I suspect Jason and Mr. Bastille had something to do with this new turn of events.
Since he’s forbidden me to leave the house without him unless Simone was with me in my last trimester, I knew his reasons for that were about more than just protection for the pregnant whale, but to keep the press from getting near me.
Because her dad had an embargo against anyone who took her picture, their hands were tied. Storm just has them all fired.
His hand stayed in the small of my back until we were seated in the car, me sandwiched between my two protectors, feeling safe, protected and loved.
JASON
I need my head examined for letting her do this. She’s almost ready to give birth, but because it kills me to say no to her, or to know that she needs something I can give her, anything no matter what, we’re here.
We’ve hired help to come in after the baby comes, but they wanted to do this part themselves. I watched her now as she laughed over something with her friend and that feeling of intense love and joy was still as strong now as the first time.
I’m beginning to doubt that I’d ever stop wanting her with every breath. I keep waiting for things to get boring, for me to not want to rush home to her two hours before end of business. But each day brings new meaning. There’s always something new and exciting when seeing life through her eyes. And then there’s the baby.
We spend more hours talking about that little bean that wasn’t here yet, but had taken over ninety-five percent of our lives, than anything else. I find myself already imagining life when he gets here, and instead of the noose I always expected to feel around my neck, I feel like the best part of my life is about to begin.