Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
The barn is peaceful, especially at this time in the evening. I can hear occasional snuffles and bumps, and the sounds of chewing as the horses shift in their stalls and settle in for the night, but nobody is screaming that there’s cake in their hair, or singing Christmas carols off-key, or complaining that the baby did another poop and it stinks.
Out here, the smell of manure is more like the fragrance of life.
I’m sitting in the hay loft, looking out over the ranch, and I still can’t believe that all this is real. Five years and a little over six months ago, I was still panicking about my first pregnancy, wondering how I was going to tell my parents and where my life would be going.
Now, I’m a lawyer, doing pro-bono work for those who find themselves on the wrong side of the law just for doing the right thing. I choose my cases, I don’t take on more work than I can handle, and I have plenty of time for a home life and my writing hobby.
My husband still likes to read my fantasies and make them come to life.
He’s a one-man pussy wrecking machine that’s for sure.
Between work and wring, there’s still lots of time to spend here in our wide-open spaces, to show our kids what’s important in life, and to plan special days.
Like today… Christmas in July.
They love it, and so do I. And so does Cutter, my husband and the love of my life, who took over the chaos inside the house and sent me out here so that he can work his magic.
He’s the perfect father. He provides for us, enjoys his work here and his investments and crypto trading, and is always there for the hard moments as well as the easy ones. I know as I stand and stretch, readying to go back to the house, that he’ll already have the whole place clean, the kids in bed or in baths, and a warm mug of coffee waiting for me.
As I climb down the ladder from the loft, I smile to myself. Everything worked out. My parents didn’t approve of our relationship at first, but they came around. Even Colbert came to Christmas dinner this year, and when he left, he and Cutter hugged for the first time I’ve ever seen. And Isabel loves her little nieces and nephews. She’s lost the lisp, but she’s turning into a smart, funny almost-teenager.
I still love her so much.
I dart my head into one of the stalls, and pat the flank of Poppy, my own horse. She whinnies softly, then goes back to chewing her hay, and I know when I’m not needed.
“Where are you going, little Cindy Lou Who?” A sing-song voice sends a chill up my spine, and I freeze with my hand on the barn door. He’s close behind. How did he get in here? “Is your belly all round with a baby or two?”
I turn then, starting to glare into the darkness. He’s half in shadow, but I can see the mask. The same Grinch face that came into my life five years ago and I’ve glimpsed once or twice since. “Hey! How did you know? It was supposed to be a surprise!”
He must have found the pregnancy test in my bedside drawer. But I was going to tell him once the kids were all asleep and we could celebrate in our own special, filthy way.
He shrugs. “The kiddos are snoozing, all snug as can be. So pour milk, grab cookies… Christmas time for me!”
I giggle as he grabs me, still loving when he makes up these twisted Dr. Seuss rhymes. I know what he wants as he shoves me back against the stall door, ignoring the snort of annoyance from the horse inside. As the mask looms close, I feel my nipples start to tighten, my mouth going dry.
“My children…” I say, playing into the moment. “Please, just don’t wake them. I’ll do whatever you say, then you leave.”
“We’ll see, Cindy Lou,” he growls, his fingers shooting down between my legs. “Maybe I’ll try to put my seed inside you tonight, instead of his. Little Grinch babies to grow up alongside your human ones. Every Who in Whoville will know who knocked up little Cindy Lou.”
“Did you do the…” I nod at his crotch.
“Unzip me and see.” He grumbles, taking a pinch of my neck between his teeth.
I yelp and work the button and zipper on his pants, a wide grin filling my face as his massive erection pops free.
“Takes a whole bottle.” He says looking down at his cock. “Mrs. Rossman at the grocery asked why I buy so much green food coloring.”
It’s our life. Crazy. Chaotic and perfect.
Just like my husband’s green dick.