Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
She laughs as I wrap my arms around her, holding her stomach. It feels like I'm holding my whole world. "Do you want a girl or a boy?" I ask her softly, my thumbs moving up and down.
"I didn't really think about it," she answers me softly. "You?"
"As long as the baby is healthy, I don't care if it's a boy or a girl." I can't help the smile that comes to me now. "As long as they have your smile."
She turns to smile at me. "I want them to be smart like you." I don't make the correction that she said them, meaning we are going to have more than one child together.
"I want them to have your eyes." I kiss her temple. "And your hair."
"I want them to be loyal like you." She looks up at me and I'm about to tell her that I want them to never go a day without knowing they are loved but instead I just lean down and kiss her lips, silently telling her that I'll love her always.
Chapter 13
Presley
"I'm running out." I walk into Clarabella's office. She is sitting at the table that faces outside. She is on her iPad uploading pictures of the food she took this weekend to the website. "I have an appointment at one."
"Appointment?" She looks over at me. "What appointment?"
"It's private," I say to her and she shakes her head.
"Shelby!” she yells for my other sister and I roll my eyes. I knew that I should have just told them I was going to work from home.
"You rang,” Shelby replies as she walks into the office and heads straight for the couch.
"Presley has an appointment." Clarabella leans back in the chair and Shelby's head probably has whiplash the way she looks over at me.
"What appointment?" she asks me with worry in her voice.
"It's nothing," I say, folding my arms over my chest. "I have to go in and meet my OGBYN." I try to keep my voice stable. They both gasp out. "And this is why I didn't say anything to you guys."
"Oh my goodness,” Shelby says, putting her hand to her chest. "I can't wait."
"No." I point at her. "No one is coming with me.”
"You're not going to the appointment alone," Clarabella tells me.
"I'm not going alone," I mumble and then quickly want to walk out of the room.
"Ohhhh," Shelby teases, clapping her hands. "Are you going with your baby daddy?"
"That's going to be his new nickname." Clarabella smiles at me and I walk over to one of the chairs next to her and sit down. "I'm going to change it in my phone right now."
"Can you not call him that," I say, shaking my head, not adding that he's more than just my baby daddy, he's also probably one of my best friends. And if things were different, I stop the thought right away. "And can we just like, not, you know"—I wave my hands—"go crazy."
"I spoke to Mom this morning,” Shelby says and I glare at her. "Relax. I didn't tell her you are with child."
"Yeah, what is up with that?" Clarabella asks.
"Nothing is up with that, it's just I want to speak to the doctor before I say anything to anyone." I tap the table with my finger. "Imagine telling Mom and then finding out it's a false alarm."
"Five pregnancy tests are not a false alarm." Shelby laughs. "I mean, one maybe, but five."
"Even if I tell her, she's going to ask me all these questions and I'm not going to know any answers, so I'm going to go to the doctor and then go and see her."
Shelby picks up her phone. "What are you doing?" I hiss at her but can't say anything else before Mom picks up the phone.
"Hey, Mom, it's me,” Shelby says. "I'm really craving some home cooking."
"Is that so?" my mother says, and you can tell from her tone she doesn't believe her. "Then go home and cook."
I can't help but laugh quietly and flip her the bird. "Presley called a family meeting,” Shelby informs her and I glare at her. "And I figured you would want to be included. But," she sings, "it’s fine. I'll fill you in on the details later."
"What do you mean a family meeting?" my mother says. "Presley," she calls my name knowing that I'll be in the room.
"It's nothing, Mom," I say while I mouth the words “I fucking hate you” to Shelby. "I'll come over after work."
"Why can't you girls leave me in peace?" my mother shrieks out. "Why do you all do this to me? My blood pressure is already through the roof."
"Can we be a little bit more dramatic?” Clarabella says, rolling her eyes.
"Don't you even start," my mother snaps at her. "Mrs. Rutherferd said she was walking down the street the other day and caught you and Luke on the front porch going at it hot and heavy." Shelby and I both whip our heads to her.