Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
I roll over in bed and her side of the bed is cold. I raise up on my elbows, listening to the noises of the house, to try and find her.
When I hear her getting sick in the bathroom, I jump up and run in there.
She’s bent over the toilet, but she holds her hand up to stop me. She sounds awful when she tells me, “No wait, I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute.”
I ignore her and wet a washcloth, putting it on the back of her neck.
I hate that she’s sick, but secretly I’m wondering if this is what I think it is.
The way she’s been tired lately, and I’ve thought her breasts were bigger recently, it all adds up.
When she finally finishes, she rests her head on her arms.
I’m rubbing her back softly, waiting for her.
“I’m pretty sure this means you’re finally going to marry me,” I tell her softly.
She looks up at me with wide eyes. “This isn’t how I wanted to tell you.”
I brush the hair away from her face and help her stand up. She stands in front of the mirror and starts brushing her teeth. I stand behind her with my front pressed against her back. When she finishes brushing, she turns in my arms and looks up at me. “I don’t want to marry you just because we’re having a baby.”
“You’re not. You’re marrying me because you love me and you know I love you, too.”
* * *
Willow
Rider lifts me up gently and carries me back to bed. We lie down next to each other and right now, there’s no better feeling than being in his arms. He’s proven to me over and over the last few weeks that he does indeed love me. Our friendship was amazing before, but our love for each other has been phenomenal. I’ve never experienced anything like it.
I turn in his arms until my head is resting on his arm and I’m looking at him. “Are you okay with this? I mean the baby.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Do you think this was a surprise for me? Honey, we haven’t used protection once. Have you not noticed that I’ve had you every day, sometimes multiple times a day, each time praying that I would be planting my seed deep in your womb. God, Willow, I love you. I want you tied to me for eternity.”
I start to argue with him, but that’s just how I am. I have to overanalyze everything. “I know, but…”
He stops me though. He pushes me onto my back and hovers over me, kissing my lips lightly. He cups the soft skin of my belly. “No buts, I love you, Willow. And I love this baby. You’re mine now and we’re getting married next week.”
He kisses along my shoulders down my breasts, and stops on my belly. He grazes his hand across it almost in awe. I hate to break the spell, but I say to him, “I can’t plan a wedding in a week.”
He nuzzles against my stomach, the feel of his stubbled beard, grazing my sensitive skin. “Two weeks. Two weeks and you’ll be my wife.”
He looks up at me then and places a kiss on my belly. How can I tell him no?
Shaking my head yes, I pull him up my body and kiss him. “Okay.”
He kisses me then before making sweet love to me, reminding me once again how good love can be with your best friend.