Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
The girls worked together and made a rainbow out of pool noodles, which they wrapped in light fabric of different colors, and found a macramé chandelier. After adding all the stuff from her room at our old house to her new room, it was totally her, sweet and cute, but not too cute. It’s a room that she can grow into, and I have caught her in there more than once just looking around because she loves it so much, and I love that.
I love that there was no need for us to adjust to being here. The kids were right, we had basically been living here for a while, so spending the night every night didn’t change much of anything except where we fell asleep. Well, it also changed that I now sleep like a baby seven nights a week rather than the one or sometimes two, I’d sleep in Logan’s bed.
“Coop and Zuri are probably going to be up early,” he tells me, wrapping his arms around my waist before walking me down the hall to the bedroom.
“I’ll probably be up early too, I’m just as excited as they are.” I take off my robe and toss it to the end of the bed while he closes the door. “Actually, I might not even be able to sleep.” I haven’t been this excited about Christmas since I was a little kid.
“Oh, you’ll sleep,” he mutters, walking to me and pushing me back onto the bed. As my back hits the mattress, he comes down on top of me and uses his knee to make room for his hips. Lifting my hands, I thread my fingers through his hair and lean up at the same time he drops his mouth down to mine. And by the time he’s done with me, I sleep like a baby.
With the kitchen still a mess from the huge meal the girls and I cooked all day, and dessert left uneaten because we all stuffed ourselves at dinner, I watch the kids shout out their guesses in charades as they attempt to figure out what Cooper is.
As the three of them laugh, I look over at Logan, and we smile at each other. It wasn’t planned that the kids would be with us for Christmas since we also had them for Thanksgiving, but a week ago, something happened between Kristy and Aaron. We still don’t know the details, but she ended their engagement and kicked him out, then decided to go to see her parents, needing a little break.
I’m worried about her, but she called his morning and seemed okay, and I know that she is better off without Aaron, so I have no doubt that in a few months she will be living her best life.
“You’re a turkey,” Zuri yells as the timer beings to beep signaling that they ran out of time.
“What part of this makes you think turkey?” Cooper does some strange move that does in fact make him look like a turkey. “I was a baseball player.”
“Alright, I’m up.” Logan gets to his feet before the arguing can start, and the kids all put their foreheads together and giggle, then motion for Logan to lean down so that they can tell him what to act out.
When they are done telling him, he turns to me with a grin.
I really wish I didn’t suck at this game, but unfortunately, I have already lost us three rounds.
“Alright, four words,” he says before Zuri starts the timer, and I sit up a little straighter. As he begins to march around the room with his hands in front of him, I yell out, “soldier, army,” and a few other things before he turns to face me and touches his eyes. I’m honestly so lost. “I have no idea.” Shaking his head, he holds out his hands in front of him, palms up. “I still don’t get it,” I mutter, looking at the kids who are all giggling. “Are you talking to someone?” I ask when he moves his mouth, and he shakes his head again, then gets down on one knee in front of me, dropping his head to look at the ground. “You’re tying a shoe,” I yell as the timer goes off.