Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
“The doctor said we were having a girl,” I argue, remembering very clearly the doctor telling us our child would be a girl at the ultrasound.
“Shit happens.” Fischer reaches down and helps pull me to my feet. “My sister gave birth to a perfect little boy while your ass took a nap.” He can’t even give me a break on the day my first child is born. Dickhead.
“What are you assholes doing in here?” I distinctly remember us deciding that we wouldn’t have any visitors in the delivery room until Allie had time to recover from the traumatic ordeal.
“When you were still out after fifteen minutes, the nurse got worried and came out to the waiting room to ask for help getting your ass off the floor. Fischer volunteered, and the rest of us couldn’t resist checking out the show for ourselves,” Grizz offers helpfully.
“I’m so happy my suffering entertains you assholes,” I grumble and drop my wobbly ass into one of the hard hospital chairs.
“Glad we could make you happy.” My pain-in-the-ass brother-in-law shrugs. “We live for that shit.” I’m grateful to the fucker when he switches gears, turns to Grizz, and points at the door. “We need to clear out and let him meet his son.”
I watch the assholes leave then sit on the bed next to my wife. “Sorry, I was useless during the delivery.” If this ever gets out, my teammates will have a field day, but I don’t fucking care. I stare down at my son and wonder if they always come out that small.
“He’s so tiny.” I rub my finger over one of his little palms, and it closes around my finger. “Is that normal?”
My wife leans back and glares at me. “Your son is nine pounds and three ounces.” Is that small? I have no idea what size humans usually start off. I stare back at her in confusion. “He’s huge for a newborn.” Oh. “But he’s so perfect.”
“Absolutely perfect.” I wrap my arms around her shoulders and feel her melt against my side. “We can try again and see if we get a tiny little girl next time.”
“Can we at least wait until I get out of the hospital from having number one before we plan number two?” my wife grumbles.
“If you insist, but we have to get to work if we’re going to fill up the house with little ones.” I fucking loved watching my wife grow large carrying our child. I plan to keep her that way for the foreseeable future. “I’m not stopping until we get that little girl.”
“Are you disappointed in having a son?”
Worry fills her tired eyes, and I wrap my hands around her soft face. “Not at all. He’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. I just look forward to having a little miniature of my gorgeous wife. I love you, honey bun.”
“I love you, too, king stud, but I think I’ll need a little break before we work on your plan to repopulate the world.”
Nine Years Later
Morgan texts me pictures of my husband losing his shit over his niece’s hockey game. It’s freaking hilarious. You’d think Arina was in the NHL the way he’s yelling at refs and making a fool of himself. Luckily, most of the residents in Silver Spoon Falls are used to his antics.
After spending five years playing for the Falcons, Miles decided to take the assistant coaching position when Aaron Harris retired. He still has to travel with the team, but at least he isn’t getting pounded daily.
It took a while, but we managed to find a way to make his busy travel schedule work with our family.
I refused to work full-time and miss my children growing up, so I asked my partners to help me out. Maddie and Scarlett agreed to hire more part-time employees, and we all take turns checking on Gatsby Books, but our main focus is our families.
Morgan
My brother is giving everyone quite the show tonight. He challenged the coach to meet him out back after the game.
Me
Don’t let him end up in jail.
Morgan
I’ll try but no promises. How’s the little princess doing?
Me
She’s already spoiled rotten. My husband might need an intervention if he doesn’t stop spoiling her.
Morgan
It took four tries to get his little girl. He’s had nine years to plan this.
Before I’m able to respond to my sister-in-law, Isla cranks up. Her little mews progress to outright screams within a few seconds, and I glance at the clock to see if it’s time to feed her.
Me
Gotta go. The princess is demanding attention. Please send more pictures and keep my husband out of trouble.
Morgan
Pictures? Yes. Husband control? We’ll see. That’s asking a lot.
After sending a thumbs up to my sister-in-law, I place my phone on the dresser before lifting my six-week-old daughter from the bassinet attached to our bed.