Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 140767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
“I love you too,” she whispers back. “I know this is a pretty big deal and crazy unexpected… but…are you okay with this?”
“Am I okay with this?” I repeat. “Ria, I feel like the luckiest son of bitch in the world right now. We’re going to have a baby.” I reach down and gently touch her stomach. “Our baby is growing inside you. Right now.”
She nods again, and a few tears streak down her cheeks.
And I can’t stop myself from leaning forward to kiss her.
The room explodes into cheering, confusion forgotten and joy taking over, everyone in our family very much in attendance for the moment, but I don’t mind. If anything, it feels right.
After everyone stands up to give us hugs and congratulations, somehow, we all manage to sit back down and start digging back into the food. Even in times of celebration, the Winslows know not to let yum-yums go to waste.
But Cleo has other plans.
“I want to thank you all for letting me be here tonight,” she announces to everyone in the room. “This has been a real joy. So many faces I know and so many faces I’m glad I’ve finally gotten to meet. And I’m just overwhelmed by your love and your elation, and I can’t wait to see you all expand it with more Winslows soon.”
“What? More Winslows? As in, plural?” Ty questions and looks at Maria with wide eyes. “Wait…is she—”
“Not twins, my dear,” Cleo answers with a taunting cluck and wag of her finger. “Sweet Maria isn’t the only one in the room with child.”
“I’m sorry…what?” Jude blinks several times, dropping his fork with a clang.
Ty can’t stop blinking as he looks around the room.
And with Roman and Ryder crawling all over him like a fucking jungle gym, Flynn looks like he’s about to have a heart attack.
Maria isn’t the only one who’s pregnant?
Holy shit.
“Who is it?” Jude shouts, barely able to stop himself from shooting through the ceiling.
Cleo tuts with a shake of her red-tipped finger. “Now that, my dear, is not my news to reveal. Carrying a child, forming a new life—it’s serious, personal business. It’s a sacred secret the bearer must reveal in their own due time.”
THE END