Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
“Good morning, gorgeous girl,” I say, standing up instinctively, the urge to hug her overwhelming. I head over and pull her in close, wrapping her in an embrace that feels like home.
“Thanks for letting me sleep in,” she murmurs, her voice still dreamy, and I can feel the warmth of her body seep into me. God, I could stay like this forever.
“Wouldn’t dream of waking you up on a Saturday,” I reply as I lean down to place a soft, lingering kiss on her lips.
Her eyes sparkle as she pulls back, and the way she looks up at me with that mixture of love and desire still turns my heart to mush even after all these years. “You’re the best husband ever,” she says, and I can feel my heart rearranging itself in my chest.
“I love you.” I smile against her soft lips.
She grins widely, that brilliant smile lighting up her face. “I love you, too.” The truth of it rings in the air as we both turn to watch Ainsley try to chase Winston, who seems to be on a sugar-fueled run of his own.
“Winston!” Ainsley squeals, her little legs pumping like she’s in some sort of Olympic race. “Come back here! I have a secret!”
Remi and I exchange amused glances as Winston zigzags through the dining room, easily evading the tiny tornado. I smile at Remi, and she catches my eye with a knowing look. The chaos woven through our mornings has a rhythm all its own, and it’s ours.
Just then, Remi turns to me, her brow slightly creased in playful contemplation. “So… do you still want five or six kids?”
I have to laugh, mostly because she knows me too well. “I think two is more than enough,” I admit, shaking my head. “Especially with Ainsley—she’s practically the equivalent of three or four kids in one package.”
Winston makes the mistake of stopping for a moment, tongue out and panting, but Ainsley closes the gap fast, her small hands reaching out in a capture attempt. “Got ya!” she shouts, falling dramatically to the floor in her excitement, and the whole scene has us both in stitches.
“All this is way more fun and exciting than peace and quiet.” I chuckle. “Thank you for making my world complete, Mrs. Pratt.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Pratt.” My wife wraps her soft arms around my waist, laughing. “Now, why don’t you feed me some of your famous chocolate unicorn pancakes, so I have the energy to keep up with our daughter?”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”