Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
"Almost ready?" Payton asks, stepping into the bathroom. I've got a pile of clothes on the floor because I can't make up my mind. I'm standing in my bra and panties and am two minutes from having a complete meltdown.
"Everything looks stupid on me." I pout, sitting on the toilet because I'm exhausted from changing so much.
Payton walks over and drops to his knees. He cups my cheeks and paints his lips over mine. "Can I help at all?"
"Find me something to wear that doesn't make me feel like a blimp and isn't itchy or too tight." I frown, then add, "Or too hot."
He chuckles. "I feel like Frodo searching for the one ring. But gimme about five minutes."
"Thank you," I whisper, and he kisses me again before going on his mission.
Instead of wasting time, I finish putting on my makeup and curl my hair. Since my lower back is sore, I brought in one of the breakfast barstools so I can sit while I get ready. Just as I finish my mascara, Payton walks in with his hands behind his back.
"It took me a little longer than expected, but I think I found the perfect outfit," he proudly tells me, then looks over my face. "You're so goddamn pretty."
"Thank you, but let's see what you picked out for me first before declaring that."
He chuckles, then hands me a black sweater with 3/4 sleeves along with one of my favorite maternity jeans.
"Alright, I'll try it on and see." Though I'm not getting my hopes up, I do appreciate him trying. "Thank you for helpin'."
He leans in and slowly kisses me, swiping his tongue between my lips and groaning as we lose ourselves in each other.
When he pulls away, he immediately looks in the mirror and checks his face.
"This lipstick isn't going anywhere." I laugh and press my fingers against my lips. "Matte ColorStay. Permanent like ink. Could probably give ten blow jobs and it wouldn't smear."
His eyebrow pops up with interest. "We should put that shit to the test. You know, for research purposes."
"Hmm. I might be able to make that happen."
I slip on the shirt and look in the mirror. "Okay, okay. I'm liking this," I say, grateful I don't look like a loaf of bread.
When I bend over to put on the jeans, Payton smacks my ass. I turn and glare at him over my shoulder. "You're gonna pay for that one! I'm front heavy!"
He laughs, motioning with his hand he's going to do it again. When I pull up my pants, I'm thankful for the elastic band that slides easily over my belly. I move toward the full-length mirror. "Hmm, I actually like it. I think you might have a new job title."
"I'll also undress you every single day if you want."
I chuckle because he knew exactly what I meant.
Payton pulls me into his arms and runs his fingers through my hair as he kisses me. I melt into him, wishing we had more time for him to actually undress me, but we're already over an hour late.
"Mm," I moan, reaching forward and rubbing my palm against the statue in his jeans.
"Keep that up, and we won't make it to the party," he warns, lowering his mouth to my neck and sucking.
"You're right." I sigh, leaning into him. "Just need to finish curling my hair and then put on my shoes."
"If you wear those Crocs, your brothers are gonna make fun of you."
"They're comfortable on my swollen feet, so they can kiss my pregnant ass."
"I don't make the rules. I just play by them." Payton winks. "Sometimes."
I slide my feet into them anyway.
Once my hair is done, I take one last look in the mirror before we head out.
We arrive nearly two hours late, and the place is packed. If I didn't know better, I'd say the whole town was invited to this little shindig. Grandma insisted we host it at the B&B because it can hold more people. Maize went all out, per usual, and made tons of appetizers and sweets.
The music blares as we walk in, and then I notice Dad in the corner with a DJ booth setup.
"Y’all are letting him choose the music tonight?” I ask, shouting over it.
Mom shakes her head. “They have no idea what they’ve agreed to. You look adorable, by the way.”
“Thanks, Mom.” I smile. “You look fancy yourself.”
“Thank you. You look handsome too, Payton.” She pats the shoulder of his navy-blue sweater.
“Thanks, Mrs. Bishop.”
“You can call me Mom, too, if you want.” She winks.
“You mean, Grandma,” Kaitlyn teases. “You need a cooler nickname, like Gigi or Memaw.”
Payton snorts.
All my cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents are here along with some family friends. I look around the room, seeing all the smiling faces, and nearly burst into tears.
“How ya doin’, baby mama?” Payton asks as we move to the table with the giant spread of chips and dips, sandwiches made on croissants, and mini cheesecakes in all different flavors.