Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I’m too heavy.”
“Woman, please. I don’t want to hear that come out of your mouth ever again. You’re a fucking goddess, and you’re growing our daughter.” He gives me a stern look, letting me know that he means business. “Show me.”
Pulling up the pictures I have saved on my phone, I hand it to him so that he can scroll through them. “I was thinking light pink and light gray walls, with white furniture.”
“It’s perfect. What about having an artist come in and do a mural of some sort on one of the walls?”
“Really?” I love this idea. “That’s not too much?”
“Bell, this is our daughter. Nothing will ever be too much.”
“She’s not going to be a spoiled brat,” I warn him.
“You’re right.” He nods. “She’s going to be a spoiled princess.”
“I’m in so much trouble, aren’t I?”
He laughs, cupping my cheek and turning my head to kiss me. “You know our family. You saw Camden’s birthday.”
“I guess at least we have a big-ass house for all the things,” I say, making him laugh.
“Let’s order this. I’ll call the painter and start looking for mural ideas.”
“She’s going to be here soon,” I say, resting my hands over my belly. I’m twenty-five weeks, so over halfway there. It feels close, yet so far away at the same time. Our little girl kicks my hand where it rests on my belly, and I wince. “Ouch.”
“What?”
“She kicked me.”
Reid immediately moves my hand and rests his exactly where mine was, trying to feel her. He’s never felt her move before. She lets out another hard kick, and his eyes light up. “Holy shit.”
“Told you. We have the next Rampage kicker on our hands, or a soccer player.”
“Come on, baby girl. Kick again for Daddy,” he says, talking to my belly. She does, and he laughs. It's gleeful, and it melts my heart. “Thank you. Now take it easy on your momma,” he tells our unborn daughter. “That’s incredible, Bell.”
“It is,” I agree, as tears form in my eyes. “I’m glad you finally got to feel her.”
“She’s always sleeping, and I’ve been away so much I didn’t think I’d ever get to feel her moving.” She kicks again, and he grins. “Best night ever,” he says, snuggling me closer. “Want to watch a movie?”
“Sure, I also need to shower and shave my legs,” I groan. He goes to lift the leg of my sweats, and I swat his hand away. “No,” I scold. “It’s bad, trust me.”
“Babe, I don’t care if your legs aren’t shaved.”
“Well, I do, and it’s getting harder and harder to make that happen with this belly.”
“Change of plans,” he says, lifting me into his arms and starting down the hall.
“Where are we going?” I ask, looping my arms around his neck to hold on.
“To shave your legs.”
“What? No. That’s not why I said that. I just meant that I wanted to do it sometime tonight before bed.”
“It’s tonight, and before bed.”
“I thought we were going to watch a movie?”
“We were, and we still can. After I take care of you.”
My heart melts. “Reid.” I sigh softly because I don’t know what to do with him sometimes. He’s so damn sweet, and not at all what I expected after I found out what he did for a living. I was such a bitch to push him away like I did.
“I’m gone all the time. I feel like I’m not supporting you as much as I should. Let me have this. Let me help you.”
“You’ve made every appointment. You call me multiple times a day when you’re on the road. You’re supporting me by thinking of me and our daughter. You might not be here, but I know that you want to be, Reid, and that makes all the difference. And I’m capable. It’s just harder these days,” I add.
“Then let me take that burden from you.”
“You’re going to shave my legs?”
“Bell, baby, don’t you know by now, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you or our girl?”
There’s a huge part of me that wants to tell him that this is ridiculous, that I can manage—that I was just whining. But there’s an even bigger part that wants to lean on him, because I know that I can. I know in my soul that Reid will catch me if I fall. And I have fallen. I’m irrevocably in love with him. He just doesn’t know it yet.
He carries me to the bathroom, sets me on the vanity, and then rearranges the space to make room. It’s a double with lots of space in between. I sit silently as I watch him turn the water on and let it run before coming back to me.
He grabs one of the decorative pillows from the bed and brings it to me, placing it beside me to lean against. “Comfortable?” he asks.