Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Dolly shrugs. “I can always trust you to have it figured out, Annie.”
“My family is always the first thing on my mind. It’s everything to me.”
I bite into the grilled cheese sandwich, and it’s as good as it always is. Home Cookin’ always makes the best sandwiches.
“Oof,” I say after my second bite. Something strange is hitting me and I only have an educated guess what the problem is.
“What’s the matter? Did they screw up your order?”
“No, the sandwich is fine. Just, uh.... I guess I don’t have to worry about having to find something to do today.”
Dolly cocks an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”
“My waters just broke.”
“Oh. Oh dear!” Dolly leaps up, and runs to the phone. Red equipped her with the pager number too, as well as Angus, my father, his father, and everyone else who is remotely related to us in a hundred-mile radius.
Red cares, and there’s no length he won’t go to to prove it.
“We need to get you ready,” Dolly says, panicking just like I did when her water broke. “Red’s coming back. Where's your bag?”
“Behind the bedroom door,” I say, gritting my teeth. My appetite is just about gone. Shame, because it’s a really good sandwich.
It’ll all be okay, I remind myself. Red’s coming. Dolly’s here. I have a family to back me up in building the family I want to create.
EPILOGUE 2
RED
TEN YEARS LATER
Every night I sleep beside Annie is a good night indeed.
Great sleep quality? Nah. All the kids see to that, but as long as I’m next to her, it’s all okay.
I have developed this weird sixth sense, though. If Annie isn’t sleeping soundly next to me, I know it, even in the depths of my slumber.
I open my eyes in bed, and look at her. She’s sitting straight up. She looks surprised by something or other, her arms crossed, her gaze drifting around the room. “What’s the matter, babe?”
“It’s quiet.”
I glance at the wall clock. “It’s three a.m. It’s supposed to be quiet.”
“Not in this house, it isn’t.”
My tired brain catches up to what she means.
Seven. Seven children we’ve had together this past decade, and it’s been as hellacious as it’s been wonderful.
I love them all dearly – Rye, Bartlett, Lemon, Graham, Reuben, Mac, and our youngest, a precious daughter Annie named Fig. All five of our wild boys and both of our daughters, who are challenging my perception of what raising a daughter is like.
Never have we had a moment’s rest. I got used to the idea of power napping throughout the day to make up for the lost sleep at night. The chaos has gotten to the point where we just assume this is normal, and it’s weird not to have to deal with Graham crawling into our bed because he had a bad dream, or Bartlett loudly playing with Legos in the middle of the night because he coulnd’t sleep.
This moment is a precious bit of silence and time to ourselves. And I seize the moment. I pull my love closer to me and plant a powerful kiss on her, and she immediately catches on to my devious plan.
“That eager to get started on number eight, huh?” she says, twirling a finger in my beard.
“If you’ve had enough and you want me to get a vasectomy or something, I’m not going to tell you no.”
She laughs. “I don’t think I’m ready to call it quits just yet, Red.”
“You’re a handful, babe. I’ll never get enough of you, always remember that.”
She’s as sexy as she’s ever been, even as a mother of seven. I pull up her nightgown, letting my hand roam her body, feeling those generous tits and how sensitive they’ve become. She reaches between us, fishing my cock out of my boxers as I climb on top of her, our lips and tongues continuing to dance. We’ve gotten all too used to taking advantage of peace where we can. After all, I’ve managed to knock her up seven times so far.
Her legs close around my hips. She knows what she wants and is driven to get it, and I’m so ready to give it to her. Just the thought of having me is enough to make her dripping wet as she accepts me into her cunt.
Not knowing how long this moment of peace will last, I give it to her, beginning to fuck her. I know her so well, I know exactly how she likes it, how to hit every spot perfectly. She moans beneath me, shuddering in bliss. The bed creaks as we go at it, her bucking against me, her fingernails clawing down my back.
One day all the kids will be in college or busy having families of their own, or whatever they want to do, and we’ll be all alone. Then we’ll experience one another to the fullest, do some really kinky stuff or something, I don’t know. But for now? It’s all about sating our lust when we can. Privacy is a luxury and we’re going to savor every last moment of it.