Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Baby. As long as I have you, I don’t care where it is. I’m playing hockey. Which city is going to be the best from a PR point of view?”
“LA, easily. But what’s that got to do with hockey?”
“I want you to have everything, Dani. And if a career in PR is what you want and LA is the best option for that, then that’s where we’re going,” he declares.
“Are you serious? LA? We’re moving to LA, and you’re just going to hand me all my dreams on a silver platter?” I clarify.
“Yeah, babe. I’m serious. And as for your dreams, they’re mine, too. So, really I’m just being a selfish asshole, asking you to move with me.”
“Damn right, you are,” I laugh.
“So, that’s a yes then? We’re going to LA and getting a dog named Louie?”
“Yeah, you big bastard. We’re going to LA.”
EPILOGUE
Danielle
FIVE YEARS LATER
“I’m sorry, Danielle. We can’t wait any longer,” Dr. Adamson says regretfully as he motions for the nurse to put my legs up in the stirrups.
“NO!” I scream. “I’m not doing this without him. I can’t,” I cry as I squeeze down with everything I’ve got, probably breaking Sophie’s hand.
“Fuck,” she cries, attempting to pull out of my grasp. “It’s okay, babe. I’m here. You have to push.”
“AHHH!” I scream as another contraction rips through my body. “WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?”
The door flies open as Miller and Tank rush in. “I’m here,” he yells, rushing over to my side and gasping for breath as Tank takes one look around and promptly turns on his heel, flying back out the door.
“About fucking time,” Sophie scowls.
“Did you win?” I ask him as I take slow deep breaths and take his hand in mine.
“Come on, babe, you know I would never let a championship game slip through my fingers,” he says with a smirk.
“Fuck, it’s happening again,” I groan, squeezing his hand.
“Alright, Danielle. I need you to push on this contraction,” Dr. Adamson explains.
When the contraction comes on, I feel like my body is being ripped in half. I push with everything I’ve got as the pain consumes me. I gasp for air, tears in my eyes, only to be told to push again. “I can’t fucking do this.”
Miller leans over and catches my lips in his. “You’ve got this, babe,” he tells me. “I didn’t marry a quitter.”
“SHUT UP!” I snap. “I fucking hate you for doing this to me,” I say, clenching my teeth together, taking a deep breath, and pushing again. “This is all your fault. You and your big fucking dick can go and fuck yourself.”
Miller chuckles under his breath, and I clamp down harder on his hand, getting a very satisfying groan out of him.
“Come on, Dani,” Sophie encourages from my other side.
“Fuck you, whore. I’d like to see you doing this,” I grunt at her.
“Well, you will be . . . in about eight months,” she tells me with a grin. “Now, hurry up and get on with it. You’re kind of freaking me out here.”
“I fucking love you,” I shriek, grabbing her by the shirt and pulling her down to me. I plant a big sloppy kiss on her cheek then groan as another contraction comes on. This news is something we will have to discuss afterward.
I give one more big push and Dr. Adamson announces that the head is finally out. I sigh in relief, knowing from all my books that the head is the worst part. Miller can’t help himself and takes two quick steps to the end of the bed to get a good look, his eyes bugging out of his head. “Holy fuck, babe,” he gasps. “It’s like my favorite bar just burned down.”
“I’m going to kick your fucking ass if you don’t get back up here in the next two seconds,” I growl.
“Okay,” he grins, holding both hands up in surrender.
“Actually, why don’t you stay down here,” Dr. Adamson says as he fiddles around with my hoochie. “You can deliver your baby from here on.”
The fuck? Is this guy serious?
Miller’s face flicks between me and the doctors. “Are . . . are you sure?” he asks with wide eyes.
“Oh, no,” Sophie groans under her breath, knowing this could only be a disaster.
“Sure am, but if you’re going to do this, it needs to be now,” the doctor announces.
Miller practically skips back into position as Dr. Adamson tells him what to do. I give one final push, then just like that, Miller delivers our sweet baby. “Holy shit,” he whispers, looking down at our child in awe as the nurse rushes in with a blanket. Miller walks back around to me and ever so gently, places our baby down on my chest.
“It’s a girl,” Miller whispers, looking down at us together.
“She’s beautiful,” I sob, looking down into my daughter’s face, the complete and utter pain of the last twenty-four hours completely forgotten.