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)
“That’s not helping.” I walk to her. “We can always slide them to the side.”
“Knock, knock, knock, knock." I hear the front door slam and tilt my head to look at her.
"It defeats the point when they yell knock, knock, knock, knock and they are already in the house." I bend and kiss her lips.
"You can try to keep them out," she whispers, “but nothing will help." Her eyes fly down to my dick. “You might want to put away your soldier before they come up."
"Why are they even here?" I hiss. “They told us to be there in twenty minutes. We aren't even late."
"Um, hello, are we ready to go?" Wwe hear being yelled from the staircase. “Can someone answer me, or I'm going to think that you guys are up there trying to get another baby in her."
"Can you imagine,” Presley says. “Already this one is tight." She turns and walks out of the bathroom and toward the hallway. I slip on shorts and a T-shirt and look over to see her walk out in a sundress.
"Why do we need to get ready at the venue?” I ask and it's at that moment I know that I'm not asking one more question for the rest of the day. Even when we get there and they usher me into another room so she can get glammed up.
"How’re you doing?" Travis asks me when he comes into the room ten minutes after I got here. I'm sitting on the couch, watching television with a bucket of beer in front of me.
"This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever done," I admit when I do a circle with the remote in my hand. “They won't even let me see her." My eyes look up and down, and I see him wearing blue pants with a baby-pink jacket. “What the hell are you wearing?"
"I didn't want to pick sides, so I'm neutral," he says, and I slap my leg, laughing, knowing that this is not going to go over well.
"Did anyone see you?" He sits down, grabbing a beer.
"Nope, and I'm hiding until it's time." He shakes his head, taking a pull of the beer. “You ready?"
"Not even close," I tell him, and then we don't say another word until Shelby comes in the room.
She's wearing a baby-pink dress. “Okay, so we have ten minutes to get out there. People are already mingling."
I put my beer down on the table and get up. “Where is Presley?"
"She's getting into her dress,” Shelby says. “So you need to get into your suit. I'm not going to say she's cranky, but I'm not not saying it." She turns and starts to walk out. “Next time you knock her up, I'm leaving for nine months."
I walk over to the baby-blue suit with a white button-down shirt, leaving the first two buttons open because I know she likes to kiss me near my collarbone. "If it helps," Travis says, “you look sexy as fuck." I can't stop the laughter that roars out of me.
We walk out of the room and head toward the party space. “Whoa," Travis says beside me. “This is…"
"What the fuck?" I mumble, seeing all the decorations. There are two high tables as soon as you walk in, one with a blue tablecloth, the other with a pink. Between the tables is a sign that says old wives' tales. Little details are telling you what she craves, how she sleeps, how high or low she is carrying. There is a huge wall full of pink, blue, and clear balloons around a sign that says He or She?
There are big pink and blue balloons all over the place with long tables in the middle of the room with white tablecloths and vases of pink, white, and blue flowers. "Hi," Clarabella says when she comes to me, and she's also wearing a pink dress, but hers is hot pink. “We are doing the poppers in about ten minutes."
"Where is Presley?" I ask, looking around, and I see her walking into the room, and my chest fills with even more love. Her black hair is loose, and she wears a strapless baby-pink dress. The top is tight until just under her boobs, and then it kicks out with what can only be described as thousands of layers of dress. It's so puffy, but it stops just above her knee in the front, but it falls to the floor in the back. I see her spin as she looks around, and it looks like every layer in the back has more and more tulle.
My feet walk on their own as I walk toward her. “You look…" I say when I get close enough, my arm going around her waist and being swallowed by the dress. “You've never looked more beautiful."