Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Lunch is on me. Let’s get cleaned up,” I say.
Knight
I love the looks of joy in my nephews’ eyes as Bishop and I carry them through this street fair. I used to love these things when I was little. I can only imagine what must be going on in their heads.
This isn’t how I thought I’d spend my day, but I’m not complaining. I had gone to my brother’s house to hang with him and my nephews. However, when I arrived, he and Dwayne were getting the kids ready for a day out.
I decided to tag along because I didn’t have shit else to do. I haven’t stopped smiling all day. Dwayne’s little ones are adorable. It isn’t a hardship to spend my day with them or my nephews.
I’m enjoying myself more than I thought I would. Dwayne and Bishop seem to be happy to be here with their little ones. I’ll admit to myself that I’m a little envious.
We find a picnic table to sit at as Dwayne takes his crew to the concession stands. I snicker to myself. He’s going to take them back to their mom on a sugar rush, if not with tummy aches. My cousin can be petty as ever.
Sure, he gets to spoil his kids in the process, but I know the way his mind works. If Abby calls him in the morning bitching that she got puked on, he’s going to be wearing a grin.
I can’t blame him for it, but he’s going to have to let it go soon. Kids pick up on a lot. I shake my thoughts away as Bishop’s voice grabs my attention.
“You would make a great dad,” he says.
I turn to him, and he looks me in the eyes with a smile on his face. Glancing down at my nephew Carson in my arms, I can’t help wondering what babies with Rem would look like. Will my kids take after me as much as my brother’s sons have taken after him or will Rem’s genes be stronger than Saga’s.
I wouldn’t care either way. I’d love them no matter what. Shrugging the thought off, I begin to shake my head at my brother’s words.
“Nah, I don’t know about that.”
“Why not? Not something you want or not something you’ve allowed yourself to think about?”
I want to blurt out that I don’t want children if they’re not with the only woman I’ve ever truly cared about. However, I’m not ready to open that bag of worms with my brother. After hearing my mom has been sticking her nose in my business, I’m reluctant to talk about Rem with my family.
I shrug. “A little of both, I guess.”
“Best thing to ever happen to me. I love my boys. We both want more.
“Nothing in this world can compare to be married to Saga. Then she blessed me with my sons. A gift I wouldn’t want from anyone else. I can’t explain it, being a father—that’s some next level shit.”
Dwayne walks over and takes a seat. His kids are running around with cotton candy in their hands. So it begins, I chuckle to myself.
“I have to agree. My marriage was for the birds, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything,” Dwayne says with a smile on his lips as he stares at his kids playing.
“Look, Daddy. They have a bouncy house,” Dwayne’s little girl calls as she waves to get his attention.
Demi is cute as a button. She has dark blonde hair that curls into big ringlets. I’ve never seen her without that huge smile on her face when her dad is around.
Dwayne can do no wrong in the eyes of his kids. I can only hope to have my own children look at me like that. I think back to Bishop’s words.
It’s not that I haven’t thought about having a family. My life has never been set up to have kids. Carson smacks me in the face with his heavy hand as if to knock some sense into me.
“Oh,” Bishop winces. “Sorry about that. Carson, no hitting, buddy.”
“That’s going to leave a mark,” Dwayne says.
I shrug. “I’ve been through worse.”
“Demi, Dalton, Dominic, come sit. Eat these hot dogs, and we can go to the bouncy house and play a few games,” my cousin calls to his little crew.
They come running as he unloads their food from the basket it’s all packed in. Demi rushes to take the seat right next to her dad. Dominic sits next to me, looking up at me with a smile.
Dalton sits on the other side of his dad. The kids begin to tear into their food while Dwayne passes out drinks next. Demi squeals as he steals one of her fries.
“Hey, Daddy.”
Dwayne winks down at her and dips to kiss the top of her head. Suddenly, Carson reaches over and slaps his hand down on her hotdog, trying to snatch it from her tray. I grab his hand and groan. This little guy.