Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Five kids, two dogs, a hamster rat fuck, some goldfish, and my princess wants a kitten. Fuck me. Who would've thought we'd ever get here?
"What are you thinking about so hard in here?"
My girl was looking all kinds of ripe; I knew what she was up to. She wanted me to plant another one in her.
"Nothing, just reminiscing about the past few years; where the monsters? It's way too quiet out there."
“The boys are building something or other with their new building set. Derrick got them, and Ashley's waiting for you to have your tea party." She sat on my lap, and of course, she could feel my want for her. She raised her eyes at me while grinding into my crotch.
"Hmmm, somebody's sure happy to see me." I kissed her long and hard, putting everything I felt for her into it.
"Thank you, baby." I held my whole world in my hands.
"What for?" she wrinkled her brow.
"For making me the happiest mother-fucker alive."
"Gage and Suzette Maddox are on the red carpet once again, folks; it's hard to believe that just a little over six years ago, this couple was facing one of the darkest periods any couple could face, and now look at them. How many kids do they have now, Julia? Is it five or six?"
"I think that's number six she's carrying."
"I guess that proves that all the rumors of false reconciliations and studio high jinx were unfounded, I don't know about the rest of you folks, but six kids in as many years says committed relationship to me. Let's go have a chat with the ever private duo."
"Fuck this noise; why are we doing this again, butterfly?"
"Because it's work, now smile, baby, before tomorrow's headlines say we hate each other and can't stand to be around one another."
"Like I give a fuck what these assholes think; you think the kids are doing okay?" I worry about my kids, so sue me I hate leaving them alone while we have to go to one of these stupid things. The family is great about watching over them because I still don't trust strangers around my family. My old housekeeper and her daughter are the only exceptions.
She squeezed my waist as she smiled up at me.
"Yes, papa bear, the babies are fine."
"What about this one?" I laid my hand on the bulge of her protruding stomach.
"She's on a roller coaster ride, hasn't been still since we got out of the car."
I gave her poor abused tummy a rub and then removed my hand; I didn't want to give the California condors too much fodder. Usually, I would've had a little chat with my baby girl and told her to take it easy on mommy, but if I put my lips anywhere near her stomach in this crowd, that shit would be all over the world tomorrow. That shit was private; they'd taken enough of our private moments they weren't getting any more.
"One hour, and then we bounce. I promised my little princess a bedtime story the way only daddy can do it, with all the voices and everything."
She snickered at my imitation of our daughter; my little girl was a daddy's girl through and through. Stick her in a room with all the adults in the family, and she gravitated toward her daddy each and every time; though Suzette tried cheating sometimes, bribing her with treats, my baby girl would take the sweets from mommy and run back to her daddy.
My boys are pre-convicts, no joke; it's going to be a full-time job keeping their little asses out of jail when they grow up. The oldest one, junior, he's the ringleader. He learned everything he knows from his cousin Jonathan, who learned everything he knows from Brian; need I say more? I'm thinking of putting my butterfly in an induced coma during their teen years just to save her the aggravation.
"You know I know about the stink bombs, right?"
"What-what're you talking about?" I pulled on my collar. It was getting tight all of a sudden.
"Your son ratted you out." She had the nerve to laugh at such blasphemy.
"Who, which one? And besides, I'm innocent. Don't know what you're talking about, lady."
"Uh-huh, when they start getting into trouble at school, you'll see."
"Why do you always blame me? Your kids are little terrors, you know."
"Oh yeah, did they go on the Internet and order the stuff to make them?"
"You ever seen that E*TRADE commercial? Who knows what the fuck they get up to after we're in bed. Who snitched?"
"Gabe." She laughed at my wounded look; I thought for sure it would've been Jason, the youngest boy, not Gabriel, okay he was the baby of the trips, but he was still older than Jace; damn, I'm gonna have to have a talk with him about sharing tree house secrets.