Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“Oh.” I can’t believe she didn’t catch onto my plans before now. “Then woot woot, way to go.”
After a quick trip out to run errands, I come home with four pregnancy tests and an engagement ring. While I hope the tests are positive, I plan to slip this ring on her finger and tie her to me for life no matter what.
“Are you really going to watch me pee?” Harper asks as I stand against the counter, waiting for her to take the test.
“I want to make sure you do it right.” I shrug.
“All I have to do is pee on the little flat part. I think I can figure that out on my own.” My hellcat rolls her eyes.
I’m dying to know what the test says, but I don’t want to add any stress to my hellcat, so I tell her, “I’ll step into the bedroom. Yell for me when you’re done.”
“Thank you.”
I’m pacing the floor, wondering how long it takes to pee on a stick, when Harper calls me. “Falcon. Come see.”
I rush into the bathroom and find her holding up the stick. “Both little pink lines appeared instantly. I guess I’m really, really pregnant.”
I’m not sure how these things work but I’m thrilled.
“Us Knightleys don’t do anything half-assed.” I drop to my knees in front of her and pull the engagement ring from my pants pocket. Harper gasps and stares down at me with tears forming in her green eyes as I smile up at her. “I know you already agreed to marry me, but I want you to have the whole kneeling and asking experience. Harper Sullivan, will you marry me?”
“Of course, I’ll marry you. I love you so much.” She kneels next to me and throws her arms around my neck.
“It’s a good thing you said yes. My family members were making back-up plans in case I screwed this up.”
“That should scare me, but I love you and your family.”
“You are so fucking perfect and all fucking mine.”
Monday morning, I leave Harper sleeping with orders to stay in bed all day. Our little one is being tough on his mother, and she needs the rest.
“Where’s Harper?” Raven asks when I walk into the office alone. After I follow my sister into Hawk’s office, I grab a cup of coffee and turn to give them my news.
“At home in bed,” I answer, and my sister makes gagging noises. “Our baby is making her sick.”
“Congratulations!” Hawk walks over and smiles at me. “I’m glad to know the Knightley swimmers did their job.”
Raven starts making her gagging noise again. “TMI.”
“Would you two stop with the abbreviation shit? I can’t fucking keep up.” He points at me. “He’s using HUHA and you’re using TMI. I need a goddamn urban terms dictionary to hold a conversation with you two.”
“Who has their head up their ass?” Raven turns to me with a raised eyebrow, and Hawk grumbles something about asshole siblings under his breath.
“Walter Head Up His Ass Smith needs his ass kicked. The fucker came after my girl at the goddamn charity event.”
Raven looks between me and Hawk. “So, what are we going to do about it?”
“We’re going to show him what happens when you fuck with a Knightley,” I answer her. “Then I’m going to fly my girl to Vegas for a quicky ceremony with an Elvis impersonator.”
“God, you guys have no originality when it comes to weddings. He had a small, family-only ceremony.” She points at Hawk and rolls her eyes. “And now you’re going to run off to Vegas.” Raven shakes her head sadly.
“Just wait until it’s your turn,” Hawk warns her. “Then you’ll see.”
“Oh, heck no. I’m going to be single until I die.”
I glance over my sister’s head and give Hawk my “we’ll see about that look” before bringing the subject back to what we’re going to do to Walter HUHA Smith.
I’d prefer to kill the motherfucker and hide his body, but my siblings convince me to go the easier, less messy route. We have a conference call with Roddy McAllen, Walter’s boss, and put a little bug in his ear about his useless fucking employee.
It doesn’t take long before Walter is headed to Bum Fuck Egypt to handle the “up and coming” side of McAllen’s business interests. In other words, Walter is now a flunky doing a useless flunky’s job. I’d almost feel sorry for him if the asshole hadn’t come for my hellcat. Now, I’m just happy to have him out of the way. Life couldn’t be better.
One Year Later
“Are you sure Elodie will be okay with Raven?” I ask my husband as he helps me into the passenger seat of his sports car. We haven’t been away from our four-month-old for more than a few hours since she was born.
“She’ll be spoiled rotten by the time we get home,” he reassures me and reaches for the seatbelt. Once he hooks it around my waist, he runs around the front of the car and slides into the driver’s seat. When he told me to wear a casual dress and no underwear, I had my reservations but I couldn’t resist my husband.