Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
She smiled, her lips curling up in a saucy grin. “I bet I know exactly what you’ll rub it with.”
“Daddy, berry.” Kala pointed toward the bowl of blueberries he’d washed.
Kenzie nodded her head, syrup clinging to her cheek. “Berry! Berry!”
Yeah, they loved to tag team Dad. He grabbed the bowl and poured some onto each of their plates. Kala started spearing them one by one. Kenzie grabbed them up in her grubby paw and shoved a bunch in her mouth. She grinned at him, drooling blueberry down her chin. He grabbed the wipes Charlie left everywhere and quickly mopped Kenzie up. Not that it mattered since she quickly replaced the blueberry drool with syrup.
He looked back up at his wife. “I’ll take anything you’re in the mood to give, baby. You want some of me, it’s yours.”
In the past, he would have told her if she wanted a little cock, he could give it to her. Though not in the little way. She would have to take a big cock if she wanted his.
Then his daughters had said the word cock over and over again at day care and he’d started to be a bit more subtle.
Charlie ran her hand over Kenzie’s head. “Hey, it worked the last time. Maybe we should. Why don’t you call up Sean and Grace and see if we can get some alone time? I’m ready to bust this baby boy out of womb prison.”
The last time they’d had sex when she was this pregnant, she’d given birth roughly twelve hours later.
He loved his girls, wanted his son more than anything, but nothing on earth scared him more than Charlie in labor.
“You’ve got two more weeks.” He knew she wanted to give birth, but he also knew she wanted to give their son the best chance he could have. It was his worst fear. Losing Charlie. Losing their baby. He dreamed about it at night and woke up in a cold sweat. “And Sean’s out of town for a few days. He’s filming in LA, and Grace went with him. Case is in Austin with Mia. That leaves Theo. I’m worried Theo still doesn’t remember he’s human, much less how to handle a couple of baby girls.”
He plated her pancakes and used tongs to grab a few pieces of bacon for her. It was odd. He found cooking soothing. He would never have guessed it, never had any interest in it before his Charlie had come back from the dead, but now he enjoyed it. Shortly after they’d gotten back together and his house had felt like a home, he’d asked Sean for a few lessons. Nothing major. He just wanted to know how to make her some meals. Charlie took such good care of him. She’d learned all his favorite foods and made sure he was satisfied. He wanted to take some of the burden off her. She still handled most of their meals, but he could step in when he needed to.
His family. He needed to be able to take care of them, and not just in a financial way. Charlie should know if she was tired, he would step up. His girls should see their father always supporting and loving them.
Maybe it would make them less likely to end up with some asswipe he would have to assassinate. He already had contingency plans for that scenario. They involved a lot of blood loss for the other man.
Charlie took the plate and hoisted herself up to the barstool at the breakfast bar. “I love the fact that I can turn on the TV and see Sean cooking. It’s really fun. Can I get some decaf?”
He turned to the single cup maker and started her selection. His brother was becoming a real star in the culinary world. It made him damn proud. Sean had followed his dream. He’d only found the real strength and courage to do that when he’d met Grace Hawthorne all those years ago. At the time he’d thought she was bad for him. Now he would do absolutely anything for his sister-in-law. She’d supported Sean while he’d studied, given him everything he needed to make his dreams come true.
He grabbed the coffee and placed it in front of Charlie. “I want you to rest today. I’ll take the girls into work with me. You stay here and watch some TV or something. I could call Chelsea.”
Charlie’s eyes rolled. “She’s a horrible bed rest companion. She only wants to watch the news, and she makes fun of them for being wrong about political stuff. She makes all kinds of snarky comments, but then she won’t tell me what she means by it because it’s classified or some bullshit. It’s awful. And don’t bring in Phoebe. I’ve seen Harry Potter twenty times. Eve feels the need to psychoanalyze every single character in my shows. We had a violent argument about Cookie Lyon. She’s a goddamn saint, I tell you. Erin fidgets too much, and Serena barely looks up from her computer. I need Grace. She’ll watch all my shows and talk about them.”