Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Me too, for that matter. My kids will have the mother and father we didn’t. We made that commitment and I got my ring on her finger as soon as I could. I let her plan a nice wedding, which she did. Dog friendly, of course.
A lot can happen in a year. After finishing the renovation after the fire at my place, we added on. An entire area just for the damn dogs. A new primary suite that Fay designed and decorated. I let her have free rein, doing whatever she wanted to the place, and room by room, she’s making it the home she always deserved.
“I just felt her kick!” she squeals, grabbing Wilson’s hand as the nearest and flattening it against her swelling belly.
The involuntary growl from my lips makes both of them turn my way, and Wilson’s no pushover, but he knows when to cut his losses. His hand leaves my wife’s stomach in an instant, and she sheepishly takes my wrist instead, putting my hand against her belly.
“Feel her?”
“I keep telling you, baby, it’s a—” The vibration jolts through me like lightning from heaven, and somehow, I just know I’ve been wrong all along. I remember my mom once saying a baby carried low is a boy, and I guess I just assumed she knew what she was talking about. She might not have been much of a mother, but I’d thought she knew about that. I guess not. “She’s going to be a handful,” I say as tears brim in my eyes. “Just like her mother.”
Fay playfully punches my shoulder, but I instantly wrap her in my arms and kiss her as the tears flow free. Whoever says men don’t cry is a fucking idiot. Real men aren’t afraid of their emotions.
“And… That’s my cue to get out of here.” Wilson coughs uncomfortably as I continue to kiss my wife. “You guys can watch the place for an hour while I run to a meeting at the bank. I’ve got to pick up Kensie at school, too. Some asshole’s been teasing her, and I’m about to go find him and introduce him to the bottom of the swamp behind the school. Shouldn’t be more than half hour.” He looks at his watch, then turns and heads toward his car.
Wilson’s been more uptight of late. Especially in regards to anything involving Kensie. But when I ask, he just grunts and waves me off, so I’m writing it off to the trials of raising a teenage girl.
“Sure thing,” I tell him, but I don’t turn to watch him go. I tap on my phone, then, turn to my wife. “Come on, baby. We don’t have much time.”
The stage lights clunk, throwing harsh light across the small dance floor and making the chrome pole glimmer. The music is some thumping techno bass, just whatever was queued up when I turned the machine on. It thunders through me as I take my seat right up next to the elevated platform as my wife steps out from behind the curtain.
In the past year, she’s become my world. We’ve added two more special needs black Labs to our growing doggy family, playmates for Cyclops and Dumdum.
Black Labs are sweet, but man, they are not the brain trust, that’s for sure. But they are so fucking sweet. I’m not sure who loves the dogs more, me or Fay.
But, yeah, my wife does love her dogs. Seeing her with them sometimes sparks that jealous streak I have when it comes to her, but I’ve worked it out in other ways. Ways she wasn’t too sure about at first, but turns out, my sweet, chubby princess has a dirty fucking mind.
She’s a ten out of ten in every category.
My wife has started working at the shelter, with me watching her every moment, but I haven’t forgotten where it all started. Neither has she, and before this old strip-club becomes a family-friendly haven for introverts all over the city, we thought we might just give it a last send off.
No Harley Quinn this time, just one of my shirts and nothing else. That look is so sexy. I like touching her, and when I’m not, I like my things touching her. Or dripping out of her.
I feel my dick swell the instant I see her, and I don’t think there will ever be a time that doesn’t happen. Fay is everything. So perfect. And seeing her like this, her belly round with our child, couldn’t be sexier.
She takes hold of the pole, leaning away from it and swaying with the music, tossing her head back to let her milk chocolate color hair flow over her shoulders and down her back. No acrobatics today—we’re not going to take any risks with the little one—but Fay and I have been dancing every chance we get, and where once she might have worried about being uncoordinated she’s now nothing but perfection.