Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Sometimes when I looked at her, I was at a loss for words. A year into our relationship, I could still wake up in the morning and feel the newness of it all. Happiness, having someone who cared for me like Kiera did, dreams, a kid on the way, all of it.
“I really am sorry,” I murmured.
“And it really is okay,” she murmured back. “You did warn me that this is new to you and there might be…I think you called them hiccups.”
I nodded minutely and cupped her cheek. I was totally focused on what she was saying, but it was impossible to ignore the growing baby bump trapped between us. It worked like a daily magnet for my hands, my mouth, and my attention.
I’ll see you soon, little guy. I’ll do my best, okay?
“I’ll still make it up to you.” I dipped down and kissed her. “For instance, can I get you nachos with extra guacamole?”
“Oh God, yes,” she groaned.
I chuckled under my breath and rubbed our noses together. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She kissed me quickly. “Take me home, pilot.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I ushered her to the passenger’s side and helped her up. “My little stowaway.”
She grinned and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Seriously. Can I just point out that I’ve successfully hidden from you twice now? You might wanna reflect on that before you go risk your life again.”
What the fresh fuck.
I stared at her.
Did she just…
Holy shit.
The damn mouth on her.
Oh, and she laughed. She laughed hard.
I shut the door and stalked around the van, wondering how I could get my revenge for such a hateful remark. Really, it was hate speech.
There was only one way to make this right.
I was gonna finish the puzzle we were working on by myself, and I was gonna eat all her fucking nachos.
Or half of them, at least.
Some of them.
I’d think about it.