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 love you pretty butterfly.”
“Oh…” It was very undignified and not my best moment but I started to blubber like a toddler. “I love you too.” It didn’t sound as stupid as I thought it would. In fact it was quite freeing. And when he laughed and called me his baby I felt my heart fly free.
Epilogue
EMILY
I waddled my way to the door as whoever was there kept their finger pressed on it. “It’s okay Celeste I’ve got it.” I took my head out of the book on motherhood I’d been engrossed in before the interruption.
My mother and mother in law were in the nursery having a battle royale over color schemes and whatnot. I like to stay out of the line of fire whenever those two go at it, because whoever gets in the middle, whether it’s Jason or I, they always end up turning on us.
Life has been nothing short of spectacular these last few months. After convincing him that I didn’t need or want a big wedding, we’d had a quiet little ceremony on a private island between California and Mexico, that so happened to belong to Simone’s parents.
The press, which had been hounding us since we went public, was none the wiser and we were allowed two weeks of peace for our honeymoon. That lasted until we returned home and that’s when I saw my husband in action.
He went ape shit when one of the photographers got too close one day when I was out on my own. I would’ve scalped the bastard myself if I’d ever found him, because he damn near cost me my freedom. Jason refused to listen to reason, or the fact that I’ve lived here my whole life and knew how to deal with the vultures.
According to him, no one was allowed to hound his wife and child. I had the right to walk down the street without assholes with cameras in my damn face. Nothing I said penetrated that thick skull of his, and by the time he was through with the photographer and the magazine he’d sold the pictures to, the word had gone out.
I opened the door to find Simone standing there looking fashionable as ever while I was feeling like the Good Year blimp. “It’s about time, I thought you’d never get here.” I left her to close the door behind her and headed back down the hallway.
“You’re not even dressed, though I’m not surprised, you never are these days, and look, you’re vertical for once.”
She did have a point. I think I’ve spent more time in bed these last few months than the whole of my life, and it had nothing to do with the baby.
Jason, that scamp, is always ‘hungry’ as he so aptly puts it, and hardly ever lets me out of the bedroom in the mornings. Forget about the weekends when we have nothing to do. We always make these great plans to go out somewhere, but come Monday morning we’d hardly left the bed since Friday night.
He has a playful side to him that brought out the child in him and I could almost imagine exactly what the child growing inside me was going to be like once he got here.
In the bedroom I went through my extensive closet for something to wear. I had a room full of clothes but could never find anything to wear these days. I looked down at myself and could no longer see my toes. Since he wasn’t here to console me, to reassure me that I was still the most beautiful woman in the world, I became hormonal.
“Hey what’s wrong?” She saw the tears and came over to rub my shoulder.
“Look at me, I’m huge. Nothing fits, I look awful, my hair’s a mess. I don’t know how Jason can stand to look at me.”
“Look, I’d like nothing better than to take a ride on the crazy train with your pale ass, but we got a store to get set up. We’ve already got a clientele and not one piece of cloth is on a shelf. Can you maybe postpone this little meltdown ‘til later?”
“Bitch.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
“Remind me again why I let you and my husband talk me into this? I’m about to give birth any minute. Now maybe isn’t the best time to be starting a business.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have told your crazy ass other half that you couldn’t find any decent clothes for pregnant women and how maybe you should open a store.” She’s right; Jason takes everything I say literally. Though at the time he came up with the idea it had seemed like a great one.
That was five weeks ago, just five. In that time he’d found a space, got designers lined up and taken care of everything. All I had to do with Simone’s help of course was get everything set up.