Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“You have it all figured out. I should have known. You don’t leave any stone left unturned. My God, it should have been you. Everyone around us knew it. I was the one late to the party, it seems.” This time, my hands don’t stay on her legs. I’m moving, sliding out of my chair, placing her feet on the floor, and I’m on my knees in front of her. She opens her thighs until I’m between them. My hands cup her cheeks, lips sliding along the seam of hers, coaxing her to open them. The tears streaming down aren’t deterring me. Leigh’s heard me tell her how I feel. Now I need to show her, starting with a kiss.
20
ROSALEIGH
I woke up this morning wound up like the Energizer bunny. How it didn’t set alarm bells off for Rory and Emmy, I have no idea. Two days off in a row would usually have me happy, staying in bed until the last minute, luxuriating in the fact when I come back home, it’s to hit the ground running. That isn’t the case today. Nix kissed me good night last night after we talked. Our conversation was short, sweet, and to the point. Any question I had, he had an answer to. It was a balm to my soul the way he handles things. It also sucked because I was going to my bed, and he was going to his. I’d have thought sleep wouldn’t come so easily, but the minute my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light, probably because there was nothing left unsettled. We knew where we stood and where things were going. Well, minus him giving me a complete answer on the having children with me front, a subject I’m sure to go over in my head multiple times an hour, a minute, it doesn’t matter. I will think about it non-freaking-stop, wondering if I should get on birth control again or not. I was on it while married to David, only because he refused to get a vasectomy for so many years that I wanted to play it safe. It was only a couple of years ago that he finally made the appointment. After being on the pill for so long, I left it alone. It was only once he left and the bills piled up, when finding health insurance that was affordable for us three was out of the question. I found something decent for the girls, and I just pay cash in the event I need to see a doctor, which also means my birth control prescription has long since lapsed.
The thought of calling Ophelia is at the forefront of my mind. Too bad she’s three hours behind me, and I’ve already called her enough in the past twenty-four hours to ask for advice, essentially bugging the shit out of her. Instead, after dropping the girls off at two different schools, so ready for them to finally get back to being together at the same school, at least for a year, if not two once they get older, I went to the grocery store, stocking up on what we’d need for the week. Then David’s parents called asking if they could pick the girls up this afternoon and drop them off at our house. It was hard to say no; they truly are amazing grandparents. They didn’t raise David to be the conniving dickhead he is; it just happened he turned out that way. Since Conrad and Sherry have the girls figured out, I came home to put away the groceries, grumbling over the fact that my girls are human garbage disposals. Keeping them fed and groceries in the house is nearly impossible. Then I cleaned the house from top to bottom, going so far as to even weed the flowerbeds to keep myself occupied until they come home.
Now, I’ve showered, washed my hair, and shaved my legs with no interruptions, not even so much as a phone call or a text from Rory, Emmy, Ya-Ya, Ophelia, and definitely not Phoenix. Not that I’m upset about the last person. Waking up to a good-morning text was all it took to make my day. It wasn’t anything spectacular; it still doesn’t stop me from pulling out my phone and reading that text from earlier.
Nix: Good morning, sweetheart. I hope you have a good day.
Me: Hey, good morning to you, too. Are you super busy today at the shop?
Nix: Got a custom job coming in. I’ll be home for dinner, if you and the girls want company.
Me: You’re always welcome here. I’m doing Italian grinder sandwiches, though, unless you’re cooking?
Nix: Sounds good to me. I’ll cook tomorrow night, since you’ll no doubt work until closing. I’ll call if I get a break today. Tell the girls I said to have a good day. Love you.