Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
“I know I’m supposed to let you rest tonight, it being our first night without Charlotte and Henry, but I don’t think I’ll be able to stop until neither of us can’t move.” I feel the snap of my bra and my breasts spill free. In one quick movement, he pulls off the sweater, along with the bra. He grabs my waist, pulling me into him even more.
“That sounds wonderful.” I let myself melt into him. I know what’s to come. He’s going to make me scream his name over and over again until I finally pass out. Then he’ll wake me hours later, already inside me, and do it all over again.
“More than wonderful,” I say, letting my eyes fall closed as he continues to kiss me everywhere. He slides his hands up my body until he reaches my neck, cupping and tilting my face so I’m looking at him. He always does that when he tells me he loves me. I open my eyes and smile at him.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.” I lean in to kiss him. Our mouths mold together like two halves making a whole. It’s how I always feel with him. God, this man has given me everything I could dream of. I still can’t believe he’s all mine. A man who thinks I put the moon and stars in the sky. Makes me feel like I’m the center of his whole world. I didn’t know men like this were even real. I pull back, and he still doesn’t let my face go.
“There is something I have to tell you.” I narrow my eyes at him. Reese likes to drop little I have something to tell you bombs on me. From oh we are getting married tomorrow to Movers will be packing up your condo tomorrow and will bring your stuff here. By the way I own the building, to the time he dropped that the blueprints of our dream home weren’t just a plan. Our dream home was well into being built. Sometimes it drives me crazy, but another part of me loves how excited he gets.
“We’re pregnant,” he says, making my mouth fall open. No, I can’t be. I just had the twins a few months ago. “Don’t freak out. I’m quitting.”
I stare at him, still not finding my words. He’s telling me I’m pregnant and that he’s quitting his job.
“Well, not quitting, but stepping back. My company can handle day-to-day stuff on its own now, and I can take on special projects when I like, but other than that, yeah, I’m quitting.”
My eyes start to water, and I know why he’s quitting. It’s because the first time I found out I was pregnant—like now, he’d informed me then, too—I was freaked out about my job because I knew it would be hard for me to return to work after I had a baby. Then I found out it was two babies. He’d talked me down, but we never really came back to it. He probably thinks I’m going to freak out again. I’m not.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I tell him, placing my hands on his chest. “I’m not going to freak out. I promise.”
“Just want you to have everything, and I know you love teaching.”
“I do,” I agree. “But at the time, teaching was all I knew, what I’d spent most of my life working towards, then I found you.” God, it feels like forever ago, even though it wasn’t. It’s hard to remember life without this man.
“I found you,” he corrects.
“I mean, when you mildly stalked me.”
“When?” he teases back, raising his eyebrows. “Didn’t know I ever stopped. I merely made it a little easier for myself.”
That makes me laugh again.
“I don’t know if I’ll go back. I’ve really liked helping with your charities. Especially the scholarship programs.”
“Then it’s yours,” he says simply, and I shake my head at him.
“Ours,” I correct. “I like helping the kids there, but I also like the freedom and, well, I want more, too. I’m just shocked at how fast I got pregnant again.”
“I’m not. You know I can’t keep my hands off you.” I know he can’t. After I had the twins I was a little shy about having sex again. My body wasn’t what it once was. I was never skinny, and pregnancy put extra marks on my body.