Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
“Shepherd isn’t here, shouldn’t we wait?” Hartford asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Hearing Shepherd’s name causes my stomach to drop and I look around to see if anyone will go get him.
“If we wait for all of us to be together, it will never happen. Shep had to go drop off some stuff at the farm, I’ll fill him in.” Paxton’s eyes slide to me and he smiles. “Or Felicity can.”
“All right, I’m too excited,” Hartford says, nearly bouncing on her feet. “Paxton and I decided we’re having a destination wedding in Vegas.”
Everyone starts talking at once. It’s hard to hear one thing over another, yet they all seem to understand each other perfectly.
“The Atwoods in Vegas, this is going to be epic,” Tripp says, laughing.
“Yeah, probably more like National Lampoon's Vegas Vacation,” Callum says with a wide grin.
“Oh, we’re going to have so much fun,” Brock says.
“Yay, more parties to plan,” Anya says, clapping her hands.
“Great,” Griffin says.
“We’re going to iron out the details and get invitations out, but I wanted you guys to know first,” Paxton says, smiling as he tightens his hold on Hartford.
“All right, as exciting as this is, us girls have things to do and don’t you all have work to do?” Anya says, placing a hand on her hip.
Griffin kisses her and walks back toward the kitchen and everyone walks away. It’s crazy how quickly they appear and disappear. Like magic.
Anya wraps her arm around me just as Emmie comes rushing in. “I’m sorry I’m late, please tell me I didn’t miss anything.”
“Nope, we are just heading back to the room now,” Anya says, leading me with her arm still around my shoulder.
“Okay, this is great. I think we’ve got everything planned. Once we know if we’re having a boy or a girl we can finalize the colors,” Anya says, putting her pen down.
We’ve been discussing the baby shower for nearly two hours already. Anya had a ton of ideas, which I loved. She’s a party planner and I can see why. Every detail taken care of, right down to the little chocolates she offered to make as thank yous. We’ve made a list of guests, picked a date, decided on food, and even a couple of games to play. She talked about having a wish-well, a diaper raffle, and giving books instead of cards.
I love it all. My baby is so lucky.
Speaking of my baby, Anya keeps saying when we know if we’re having a boy or girl like she’s another parent. It felt weird to hear at first, but every time she says it I can’t help but smile.
When we first sat down it was uncomfortable for me, but Emmie held my hand under the table and it helped like she hoped it would. After two hours, I feel like Anya and Hartford could not only be my baby's aunts but also my friends.
I’ve learned a lot about them in the last two hours.
Paxton and Hartford ended up getting together because he offered to help her with an article she was writing about BDSM. According to her, each time they tried something it went horribly wrong. I’ll be honest, the scenes she was describing had me full-on hysterical. Now they’ve found a love that was hidden and are getting married in Vegas.
Anya and Griffin, well damn. Sweet, cinnamon roll Griffin is anything but in the bedroom. The stories she’s been all too open about are hot. But she did tell me how difficult it was for them to get to that point. How poor Griffin had so many fears that they almost lost out on something incredible.
Anya and Hartford are both funny, sweet, and very open. Maybe a little too open, because for the last fifteen minutes, they’ve been sharing more sex stories. Which, if I’m being honest, I’m jealous of.
Sure Shepherd and I have this friends-with-benefits thing going on, but listening to them makes me miss emotional sex. The passion, the want, the need. Kissing and sex so hard and rough that your head smacks the headboard or even better you break the bed. Not that I ever had that, but I want it. I want it so badly.
“I need to set the bar higher for myself when it comes to sex,” Emmie says, laughing.
“Girl, yes! You definitely need to,” Anya replies with a wink.
“What about you, Felicity?” Hartford asks.
I look around at three sets of eyes staring at me like I have the answer to world hunger and I laugh. “What about me?”
“What’s going on with you and Shep? These Atwood boys don’t exactly share their true feelings with each other all that often,” she says.
“Oh, we’re just friends I guess. I mean he says he’ll be there for the baby.”
Anya grabs my hand and smiles. “Shepherd is a hard nut to crack, but it’s even obvious to me that he’s happier when he’s with you, or talking about you. Not just the baby. I mean don’t get me wrong, he’s excited, thrilled, enamored with the idea of being a father, but I don’t think that’s the only reason he says he’ll be there for the baby. I think it’s you, Felicity.”