Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
“I’m killing you when we’re done here,” I told him.
Ariel gave me an anxious whine.
Marie laughed, grabbing her sponge as she started scrubbing again. I wanted to push the point with her, but she was right—we were out of time—so I grabbed my own sponge. I lifted it to the dog’s side, watching as it bubbled up through his fur, hopefully taking the stink out with it. My mind was still racing, though.
Marie was pregnant.
I’d been a jealous asshole.
Babies were scary.
Marie’s tits were gonna get huge.
“You’re thinking about my boobs again, aren’t you?” she asked.
I looked up at her, busted. “No.”
She raised a brow, and I shrugged because of course I was thinking about her boobs, and we both knew it.
“It’s okay—I’m kind of excited about it, too.”
“Then why were you crying?” I asked, suddenly remembering what she’d looked like when I’d come in. “You do want the baby, don’t you?”
“Of course I want the baby,” she said, her face puzzled. “And I didn’t even realize I was crying. Must’ve been the hormones or something. But I was nervous about telling you—this isn’t what we planned.”
I shrugged.
“Waiting was your plan, not mine. I just wanted you to be ready before we started trying, that’s all.”
“So you’re ready to be a daddy?” she asked, looking up at me. “Because it’s a big deal . . . Everything is going to change for us.”
“Life is change,” I pointed out. “And I like the idea of you all big and round with my kid in you—it’s cute.”
Marie frowned. “I’m gonna get fat.”
Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.
“Carrying a baby is not the same as getting fat,” I pointed out reasonably. “And I think it’s sexy.”
“You get turned on by pregnant chicks?” she asked, her voice dry. “I know you’re a perv, but this is a new one. How long have you had this fetish?”
Dipping my sponge back into the mix, I laughed.
“Don’t worry, it’s recent—specific to you. I’m fuckin’ crazy about you, babe. You know that, right?”
Marie smiled at me, and I swear to God, she started glowing like some pregnant lady cliché, right in front of me. Beautiful. My beautiful, beautiful girl . . .
“I love you,” I said, my voice dead serious.
“I love you, too,” she whispered back. “I even love your dog. But let’s get him clean, sound good?”
Nodding, I agreed, although the smell wasn’t even bothering me that much anymore. How could it, after getting news like this?
_______
By the time we finished, we reeked. Both of us.
I had a feeling it was worse than we realized, because I’m pretty sure at least half the nerves in my nose had committed suicide. Our clothes were outside in the plastic garbage bag, along with the paper towels and the sponges. I’d wanted to throw away the bowl, too, just on general principles, but Marie wouldn’t let me.
Apparently pregnancy can make women stubborn.
“I can’t believe I didn’t think of closing the windows,” Marie mumbled around a mouthful of toothpaste as I stepped out of the shower. She sat on the toilet, still wrapped in a towel from her own shower. Normally we’d clean up together, but tonight she was obviously exhausted, and I wasn’t sure I could handle a slippery, naked Marie without fucking her. Hell, I was so tired I’d probably drop her or something. Not that being exhausted had ever slowed me down before, but things had changed.
There were three of us now.
Right on cue, I felt that dumbass grin take over my face again.
“It’s not that bad, we can handle it,” I said, shrugging. She raised a brow.
“Go into the bedroom, and then tell me that again.”
I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped out into the hallway, heading toward our room. As soon as I opened the door, I realized she was right—we’d fucked up. The windows had been open on all three sides when the skunk hit, and now the place was so thick with stench that you could practically see toxic green tendrils hanging in the air. The windows were still wide open, which I guess made sense at this point—the damage was done.
Fucking great.
Walking over to the dresser, I found a pair of briefs and pulled them on, followed by jeans and a shirt. Then I grabbed one of Marie’s pretty panty and bra sets (damn, but I loved those) and a sundress before heading back to the bathroom.
“Here you go,” I told her, setting them on the counter. Then I turned away, because the last thing she needed was me shoving my dick in her face. (And now I was thinking about my cock in her mouth . . . Fucking great—I officially had the worst timing on earth.) “I settled Ariel out in the barn for the night. We’re gonna go get a hotel room.”