Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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“Oh, God,” Truth dropped to his knees beside me, his hand on my back as he ran his large palm up and down the length of my back. “You’re not dying, are you?”
“No,” I said.
It came out more like ‘Nlooogoooooooarghhhhh,’ though as I tried to speak and throw up at the same time.
That was the last time I would ever eat eggs again!
“Then why are you throwing up?” he asked, panicked now.
I gasped.
Then stopped throwing up.
The minute I sat up, I narrowed my eyes at him.
He picked up a piece of toilet paper, wiped my face, and cringed a little before throwing the paper in the toilet and flushing it.
Oh, God. He’d just wiped puke off of my face.
Now that was love.
“We’re getting a divorce,” I decided right then and there.
His brows furrowed.
“What?” he asked in confusion. “Why the hell would we do that?”
“Because I draw the line at you sitting on the floor next to me, wiping puke off my face,” I informed him.
I was being irrational, but I couldn’t help it.
“And,” I snapped. “I can’t have your baby right now. I can’t even take a shower by myself!”
I held up my casted arm, waving it in his face.
His face that was currently being overtaken by shock.
His face was pale, and his beard was quivering as he tried to figure out how to speak.
“Say something,” I snapped at him.
He ran a hand down his face, stopping to tug lightly on his beard, before he cleared his throat.
“I…good?”
“Good?”
“Yeah, good.”
I blinked.
“That’s it?”
He licked his lips.
“What’s it?” He fell backwards onto his ass, and let his large back rest against the bathroom cabinets.
“That’s all the reaction I’m going to get?” I asked him. “I told you I’m carrying the heir to your throne!”
“The heir to my throne?”
“Yes!” I snapped.
He held his hands up in defense.
“I’m fucking happy!” he said. “Though, I gotta admit, I’m scared as fuck. We could really fuck some kids up.”
That was true. We could.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “We could.”
We sat in silence for a few long moments.
Then Truth opened his arms, and I dove into them.
“We won’t fuck them up,” he promised.
“Okay,” I said.
I hoped that my voice was more confident than what I was really feeling.
He squeezed me tight.
“I love you.”
I buried my face into his neck, and I felt him harden underneath me.
“Is there ever a time when you don’t think about sex?” I asked him, a laugh bubbling up my throat.
“Just a minute ago, when that puke and a piece of egg was on your lip, I wasn’t thinking about sex.”
I smacked him before I got up and brushed my teeth. Then I showed him just how excited I was to be carrying his child.
***
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked.
He was looking at me, gauging whether I really was okay despite my assurances that I was, and I wanted to strangle him.
I didn’t answer him.
He would’ve stayed, but the mailman rang the doorbell, causing him to sigh and get up.
I tried on the very last thing I had yet to try on, and sighed.
This would have to be good enough, at least until I could admit defeat and go to a fucking maternity store that sold clothes for big girls.
“What is this?” Truth asked from the doorway, startling me.
I looked up, saw the long box, and smiled.
“Open it.”
He did and paused at the sight of the bike seat.
“I just thought, you know, since you like the other bike better, that you’ll start riding it again if you have a different bike seat,” I said softly.
Truth’s eyes were shining with happiness.
“Yeah,” he said. “And how did you know what kind to get?”
Dare I tell him that I’d just sent his old one to get reupholstered?
When I’d had the conversation over the phone about the bike seat after I’d gotten home from the hospital, the man that’d done the work had spoken to me like I was a complete lunatic.
The leather work that Truth had done himself was phenomenal, and the upholsters hadn’t wanted to cover over it. Even after I’d offered him a shitload of money.
What had finally convinced him to do it, though, was the explanation of Destiny and Kenneth, and how they’d done some nasty things on the bike seat, and that my man refused to ride it anymore.
“I asked a few of the boys where they recommended I take it. It was actually Silas, that sexy, older man who gives Big Papa a run for his money…”
“Wait,” Truth held up his hand. “You think another man besides me is sexy?”
He tried to reach for me, but I stepped out of his grasp and turned to survey my fourth outfit in the floor to ceiling mirror.
“Yes,” I confirmed. “Both men are sexy as hell. Big Papa is sexier, though. Oh man, he is beautiful.”
Though, that was only because Silas still scared the shit out of me.