Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 11
Ruby
Six years later
It’s six years and four babies later and I can still make my husband hard with barely a wink.
He’s hornier than ever. He says all those years of waiting made him more ravenous.
I love him and our simple life more than ever although, with four kiddos running around, it’s far from quiet.
He still treats me like his little girl and his filthy slut and his sweet little cow and I love being all of them for my big Uncle.
Daddy.
The lines are blurry but that’s sort of how we roll.
There was a huge ruckus in down when we applied for our marriage license. Seems not everyone is as open-minded as you would think in small town rural Indiana.
Shocker.
It’s ten o’clock and Eli just came in down stairs after helping one of our heifers have a calf. We never sell our livestock, they are family. We sell our dairy but our herd has grown since we never take any of them to market. I just can’t.
I mean, Eli wouldn’t send me to market if I quit producing milk, so I said we should afford the same civility to our cows.
Eli rarely refuses me anything unless it’s dangerous or not in my best interest.
He’s still sort of bossy, but secretly, I know who’s in charge, I just don’t tell him because what we have works and when something works, you don’t fix it.
I did get my degree in modern dance of all things. It was sort of a goal to get my diploma but there was nothing I really wanted to do but run the farm with my husband and raise a family and there’s nothing wrong with that.
Eli loves to see me dance and I’m not good, but I love how it makes me feel. We kept the original farm and added on and remodeled the house but kept the flavor and spirit of it intact. Marcy and David didn’t make it. Another shocker. But she’s a nurse and shares custody of little Benjamin with David and he’s doing okay as a father.
Eli has taken him out behind the barn a few times for some man to man talks and that always seems to straight him up. At least for a while.
My dad has settled back in to doing business in New York. That’s where he wants to be and our relationship is solid but not overly close. He visits a few times a year and dotes on the grandbabies in his own way. Mostly with gifts and money because his time is still devoted mostly to chasing his dreams.
To each their own.
“You asleep?” Eli slips through the bedroom door and leans down to give me a kiss.
“No. Just fed Poppy. She’s in her crib and everyone else is sawing logs.”
“That little milk thief leave anything for me?”
I lower the sheet and spread open the top of my nightgown showing Eli my breasts.
“There’s always enough for you.”
“Good girl. I’m going to shower, then I’m going to put my head in your lap and your going to feed me and give me a hand job.”
“Wow. Bossy.”
He shakes his head, stripping off his filthy clothes and tossing them into the hamper.
“That’s how you like it, baby. Don’t lie.”
I think back on that night at the diner and the days that followed. We might not be what everyone else thinks we should be, but we are happy and not hurting anyone.
I still think my Uncle Eli is bigger than life and having him as my husband, my daddy and my best friend is like hitting that church fair raffle again.
Only this time, I won first prize.