Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 64910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Gracelynn let him explore her hand for a few seconds before saying, “I’m getting used to them. I’m not sure they’re worth the hefty price tag, though.”
“They’re worth it,” Jeremiah contradicted her. “She can pick her fuckin’ nose with it if she wants to, they’re so precise. We’re keeping them, even if I have to sell about ten thousand more cupcakes to do it.”
“Speaking of cupcakes,” Dory said as she came to lean against my shoulder, her arm going around the edge of my chair. “What the hell are these?”
“Oreo fudge,” Jeremiah said. “They were Gracie’s idea. They’re also a bestseller this week.”
“I can imagine,” Dory sighed. “They’re amazing. I’ll bet they go straight to my hips.”
“God, I hope so,” I teased.
Dory hadn’t gained a single pound since the baby.
In fact, if anything, she was even more toned and smaller than she had been before. But only because she’d found a new love of working out.
Something that I loved to do with her, too. But only in the comfort of our own home. Having men ogle her was seriously annoying as fuck.
“Tease.” She bumped me with her hip before saying, “What’s next week’s new flavor?”
Everyone talked with Dory and Gracelynn about The Sweet Spot. Meanwhile, I allowed Harker to play with my phone while I watched Dory.
She’d changed so much since last year.
I’d changed, too.
And every single change had shaped our lives into something so perfect that sometimes I woke up and thought I was still dreaming.
Each day that passed, it felt like it couldn’t get any better.
Yet, it always did.
Leaning back in the chair a little bit farther, I brought Harker to one side, and then pulled Dory down to the other leg.
She wrapped her arm around my neck and kept talking, like this was the most normal thing in the world.
It was. And forever would be.
EPILOGUE
First of all… eat a dick.
-Bram to Haggard
BRAM
“Don’t. Move,” I said to the kids.
Both sleepy, blue-eyed children looked at me as if I was whacked in the head.
“Daddy,” Harker said tiredly. “We just walked twenty-thousand steps through Magic Kingdom. Do you really think that we’re going to go anywhere after doing that?”
Harker had a point.
Honestly, I’d like to join him on the bed.
In fact, I would… after.
The only thing was, I hadn’t had a taste of my wife in three and a half days.
We were on day three of our ‘magical’ vacation to Disney.
“Just don’t do anything crazy while we’re taking our shower,” I told my eight-year-old son.
He gave a thumb up, rolled over, and buried his face into his pillow.
Our other son, Lonan, which meant ‘Little Black Bird’ in Gaelic, didn’t even move.
He was asleep and would be hopefully for a few much-needed hours.
Tonight, we were back at it again, and the last thing I wanted to do was deal with a cranky four-year-old.
Heading into the bathroom, I smiled when I saw my wife on the bottom of the huge tub with her face up toward the water as it poured over her.
“You’re too tired to even wash off, babe?”
She let her knees drop, revealing her burgeoning belly.
As of today, she was officially six months pregnant with our last child.
We didn’t know whether it was a boy or a girl, but I had a distinct feeling it would be a boy.
Even though she really wanted a girl.
“I’m so swollen.” She leaned back and lifted her leg into the air. “That I can’t feel my big toe.”
She was fairly swollen. But that was a normal thing for her.
She’d been a medical doctor for all of six months, and in that time, she’d done nothing but be on her feet, day in and day out, as she tried to make her place in the world.
My guess was that she’d find something else to catch her fancy in a few months, and then she’d be on to her next adventure.
She was a free spirit that craved knowledge.
But I would support her, no matter what she wanted to do.
If it was in my power to give it to her, I would.
Because I knew what it felt like to almost lose her, and I would never, ever go through that again if I could help it.
So she got what she wanted, when she wanted it, and that was how it would be for the rest of our lives.
“I’ll rub them,” I said as I started stripping. “But first…”
I got into the shower at her back, went down to my knees, and pulled her so that she was in my lap.
Luckily, we’d sprung for the big tub for this exact reason.
She smiled as she looped her arms around my neck, bent, and kissed me.
I positioned myself at her entrance and slipped inside of her without a single hitch.
“I love you, Bram Crow,” she whispered against my lips.
I caught her bottom lip between my lips before replying with, “Forever and always, A-fucking-men.”