Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Um, unless you’ve seen it, you can’t call it little because it’s not,” he defends with clenched teeth. “I was talking about the sun.”
“No, you were not.” I shake my head at him as he tries to hide the smile.
“No, I wasn’t, but just for the record, it’s huge,” he boasts.
“Of course it is,” I humor him as we walk to the gate, getting there at the same time they are boarding.
We walk in and sit in the big seats. “This is nice,” I note, looking at all the extra room. The flight attendant comes over and asks if we want something to drink. I wait for us to take off and be in the air before I ask him, “Did you make a list?”
“I did.” He reaches for his phone. “You ready?” he asks and I nod my head.
“As ready as I’m going to be,” I reply nervously. It’s only when I look back at him does my stomach decide it’s time to turn at the same time my chest feels a sudden tightness in it, making it a touch harder to breathe. It feels like my heart is doing flutters.
“So we get married.” I don’t know if he’s asking me or telling me, so I don’t say anything.
“Prenup?”
My eyebrows press together. “Damn fucking straight, I didn’t bust my ass for my ‘husband’ to take my shit away from me.”
His eyes go big as he stares at me. “Well, at least we agree on that. Not that I would take shit away from you. I would never, by the way.”
“And I would?” I retort, insulted he would think this and forgetting I’m the one who insinuated he would do it to me.
“Better safe than sorry,” he says to me, looking down at his list.
“Obviously, we have to get papers drawn up for me to get custody of the baby after the divorce,” I remind him, “just to be sure.”
“That sounds like a good idea. Where do we live?”
“My house,” I say like it’s the obvious answer because it is.
“Why?” he asks, all shocked and offended.
“Because it’s home.” I turn in my chair to look at him.
“But I have a home.” He points at himself.
“Do you?” I quiz him with all the sarcasm I have in my body. “How many women have been in that home?” He just glares at me. “Let’s say in the past seven days.”
“One.” He puts one of his fingers up. “You. Ha ha.” He chuckles as if he just won the debate.
“Slow week.” I roll my eyes at him.
He shrugs. “Full moon maybe.”
“Okay, honestly,” I declare to him, “we can’t live in your house.” He just stares at me, his body turning to mimic mine. “Imagine CPS is there and one of your girls shows up looking for Mr. Big.” I point down to his crotch and he immediately covers himself.
“Okay, one, you didn’t even sound like you were convinced about me being big,” he reminds me, and all I can do is stare at him with my mouth hanging open. “And two, why does that make me sound like a pimp?”
“It is what it is.” I lean over and put my hand on his arm that is still covering his dick area. “It’s okay. I still love you.” He smirks at me, as if his house is still an option. “But seriously, the baby should be living in my house so when we divorce, she isn’t thrown for a loop again.”
He moves his head side to side as he thinks about what I just said, finally giving in. “Fine,” he pouts and looks back down at his phone. “Now, what about dating?”
“What about it?” I ask, confused about this question.
“Well, I date.” He points at himself and I can’t help the laugh that escapes me and fills the airplane.
“No, you don’t.” I shake my head, still laughing. “You spend four hours with someone naked.” I wait for him to tell me I’m lying.
Instead, all he says is, “Sometimes longer.” I throw my hands up.
“Sometimes shorter, I’m guesstimating and giving you the benefit of the doubt.” I smile sarcastically at him.
“What if I want to sleep out?” he asks as if I’m his mother.
“So sleep out,” I tell him. “Levi, the only thing that is going to change between us is you and me seeing each other more than we did before.” I squeeze his arm with my hand. “If you want to bring a girl home, you take her back to your lair and do your thing.” He looks at me as he processes what I just said. “The only thing I ask is that you just wash your hands when you get home before touching the baby.” Now his laughter is the one filling up the plane, and the pain in my chest loosens up just a bit and my stomach is starting to settle.