Total pages in book: 224
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
Reid eyes her and then me. “It’s better than Snowflake.”
“It’s kind of cute,” I say, picking up Kesha. “You’re cute.” A comment that earns me purrs and face rubs. “She’s so sweet.”
“Orientals are lovers,” the woman says. “She will be on your lap and at your feet all the time.”
Reid stands up. “What do we need to do to make Kesha part of the family?”
Family. I really love that he just used that word about us and Kesha. “You’ve done the application,” she says. “And Kesha seems sold. She’s yours.”
My eyes light and I set Kesha down and stand up. “Thank you so much.” I look at Reid. “I think you need a Kesha tattoo and then everyone will ask who she is.”
He laughs and wraps his arm around me kissing me. “You’re a crazy woman. Now you’re about to be a crazy cat lady.”
“Yeah. Isn’t it great?”
A few minutes later we have Kesha in her cute pink bag in my lap and we’re headed home. “I wonder if she’ll try to take down the Christmas tree?” I ask. “Cats like to do that.”
Reid gives me a sideways look. “Now I have a Christmas tree and a cat to try to destroy it. Talk about a change from last year to this year.”
“You also have a woman in your bed every night.”
“For the rest of my life, baby,” he says. “When are we getting married?”
“I really hate we can’t do Rockefeller Center at Christmas, but it’s ten days away. That would be nuts.”
“What about before they take the tree down? I looked it up. It comes down the seventh. I can have Connie see if she can find us a place in Rockefeller Center between New Year’s and the sixth, but that gives us about two weeks to plan a wedding. I still think it’s too fast.”
“It is pretty fast,” I agree, “and as much as I love the idea, I want us to enjoy our first Christmas and we have all this stuff going on with the company and our fathers. Maybe we should just pick a day in March. That gives us three months to plan.”
“March it is, then,” he says.
I stroke the kitty and add, “I think we should go with whatever Saturday we can find a place we like for the wedding.”
He pulls to a stoplight and takes my hand. “Perfect, baby.” Kesha pops her head out of the carrier and meows. We laugh. “She agrees,” I say, and for the first time, in perhaps my entire adult life, I’m happy. I didn’t realize I wasn’t before, but I know now that I was living without really living. Reid has changed me as well and I think I need to tell him this and soon.
Once we’re home, we set the kitty up with all her new things, which include a bed in about every room we’re ever in. There is lots of fluffing, purring, and general kitty cuteness. Reid and I settle onto the couch to work and we are walked over, and our pens and papers are shoved to the floor over and over. What’s really remarkable to me is that this man who came off as so hard and cold is a magnet to our kitty and so very good with her. Reid hid so much behind his wall, and it’s really an amazing thing to see him show his true self now.
Come bedtime, we snuggle under the blankets and about the time that Reid has his hand on my breasts, and his cock between my legs, Kesha jumps on top of us. Reid actually laughs, kisses her nose and sets her on the floor. “You wait,” he says. “I get her first.”
And he does.
Get me first.
He proceeds to make love to me, in a tender, sexy way that has me falling in love all over again. When we’re done, it’s like Kesha understands because she’s back on the bed, and a few minutes later, I fall asleep with Reid at my back and Kesha snuggled in front of me in the crook of my body. My little family. I love them. This is perfect. We’re perfect and I’ve decided my man is also perfect.
Sunday morning, Cat and I decide to meet at her favorite coffee shop which has all kinds of fun pastries on the weekends. I bundle up in jeans and a sweater as well as my coat, and leave Reid to his work and our kitty. I laugh as I leave the apartment and glance at him sitting on the couch, his computer in his lap right in front of the kitty, who is also in his lap. If I didn’t soften that man up all the way, Kesha is going to finish the job.
A while later, as I sit at a table with Cat munching on pastries and sipping coffee, I share that moment with her, and she smiles. “I love what you’re doing to him. Our mother would, too.”