Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“Had Sunday lunch with my family, where my man’s egg salad is in hot demand. My man just fucked me good, and now I’m curled up on his lap, under the stars, in a house we own that no one can take from us? Yeah, you could say I’m happy.”
“Fuck yeah, you are,” he muttered. Reaching out, he picked up the hot chocolate he’d made her. Which wasn’t just powder mixed with milk because this was Renard. Nope, it was made with real chocolate and had whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top. Oh, and a dash of gingerbread syrup.
It was divine.
He took a sip first to check the temperature before holding it to her mouth so she could have some.
She sighed as he set it back down. “I’m gonna get so fat.”
“Don’t want you saying that,” he growled. “For one, you’re not getting fat. You barely sit still. Two, don’t care if you do so long as you’re healthy. I was worried that you’ve lost weight.”
“I am going to get fat,” she told him.
“Why?”
“Because of this.” She grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly. They’d been trying for a few months now with nothing happening. She’d begun to think it wasn’t going to.
Until this morning.
“What the fuck?” he whispered.
“We’re pregnant, honey,” she whispered back.
“You’re fucking kidding,” he yelled.
“I’m not.”
“Gem.” He turned her in his lap and wrapped his hand behind her head, staring down at her. “We’re pregnant?”
“Uh-huh.”
“We’re fucking pregnant!” he screamed.
She giggled.
“Wait. Fuck. Shit. Why didn’t you tell me this before I fucked you like that?”
“Like what? Really, really well?”
“Really hard. Baby, I tied you up and slammed you into the mattress. I could have hurt you.”
“We’re all good. The baby is well protected.”
His hand hovered over her belly. “Nope. From now on, we have to be gentler. Not risking any harm to either of you.”
She sighed, shaking her head. He was nuts.
But he was her sort of crazy.
“God, baby,” he whispered, cradling her close. “Ever since I lost the guys, I’ve been lost. Been existing in the gray. Then I met you. The craziest, most colorful, most amazing woman I’d ever met. And it was like I was living again. Breathing. And now . . . now I’ve got you, this place, and a baby on the way.”
“You’re happy then?” she whispered.
“Living a dream, baby. Can’t get happier than that.”
The End.