Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
We walk down the stairs together, holding hands and kissing while we wait for the coffee. “I love this,” he says, looking down at me. “Waking up with you, going to bed with you.” He kisses my nose. “It’s just—”
“Perfect,” I finish the sentence for him.
“Yeah,” he says, and we pour our coffee and go sit on the couch. I sit up, watching television while his head lays on my lap, and I play with his hair. I don’t know how long we are down here, but we hear little footsteps upstairs, and we look at each other, smiling. Neither of us move from our spots when we hear him coming down the stairs.
“Daddy!” he yells for Zack, and then sees me. “Dr. Denise,” he says, running into the living room. Then he sees Zack lying here, and he comes up on the couch from Zack’s side while Zack hugs him and gives him a kiss, and then he comes over and settles next to me almost in my lap. I put my arm around him, pulling him close to me and kissing his head as the three of us watch television. He didn’t bat an eye that I am here, he didn’t bat an eye when my hand went into Zack’s hair, or when Zack rolled over off the couch and came to kiss me and then Jack.
“What do you guys want to eat?” he asks us and walks out of the room. “I should go to that store around the corner and get some fresh croissants,” he tells us. “Then I can get some steaks for dinner.”
“I want the almond one,” Jack says, still by my side. “You should try them,” he tells me, and I smile at him.
“I should,” I tell him quietly when Zack comes into the room putting a sweater over his head.
“Okay, I’m going to go get some breakfast and then some steaks,” he says, and we just look at him. “Take care of my girl.” He smiles at Jack, and Jack just smiles at me.
“You’re Daddy’s girl,” he says, smiling at me. Zack kisses us both and walks out. “We should play mini sticks,” he says, getting off the couch.
“Fine,” I say, getting off and helping him set up the nets. I pin my hair on top of my head. “It’s going down, Morrow,” I say and get on my knees, and for ten minutes, he literally smokes me. His laugh is infectious, and I laugh because he laughs. The doorbell rings, and we both look at each other. “I wonder who that could be?” I say. “Stay here. I’ll be right back,” I tell him, getting up and walking to the door where the doorbell rings again.
“Coming,” I say, unlocking the door. When I open it, staring at me is Chantal.
“Well, well, well,” she says, looking at me up and down no doubt cringing at my outfit while she stands there in a raincoat tied tight, showing off her double zero size waist and her leather high-heeled boots. Her face already with a pound of makeup on it. “I’m here to see my husband,” she says, looking behind me.
“He isn’t here,” I tell her and close the door a bit when I hear Jack coming.
“Dr. Denise, who is it?” he says, pushing open the door and seeing her standing there. She looks down at Jack and then up again. He squeals a little. “Mommy, you came,” he says, going to her, but she puts her hand up.
“You’re his doctor?” She glares at me, then smirks. “Nice. And, Jack, why aren’t you wearing a hat?” She looks down at Jack who I pull to me and put an arm around his front. “People will see you. Why don’t you run and get your hat and let the grown-ups talk?” He just looks at me and then walks into the house, and I wait for him to be gone before I turn to her.
“Who I am isn’t your business, not now, and from what I heard, not before either,” I tell her, and her head snaps back. “And he isn’t wearing a hat because he’s in the house where he doesn’t need it. Nor does he need it if we walk down the street, and it’s nice out. He doesn’t need a hat unless he wants the hat. You, on the other hand, should get a hat. This New York wind has your extensions showing.”
“I bet my lawyer would love to hear about this,” she says, patting down her hair.
“I bet he would,” I tell her. “And I’ll be more than happy to tell Zack’s lawyer how you came here unannounced and didn’t once ask for your son or how he was doing, for that matter. The only thing you are worried about is if he had a fucking hat on his head.” I’m so furious now that he went to her, and she didn’t even try to hold him, hug him, love him. “Excuse us, we have a game of mini sticks to get to,” I say and slam the door in her face, turning and seeing Jack standing there with a hat in his hand.