Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I found her struggling to get the stroller out of the back of the truck, so I gently pushed her aside and lifted it in one hand, folding it out with ease.
“Showoff.” She muttered as she rounded the truck to get Oakley unstrapped.
I did the same to Ford, placing him in the stroller once I was done. Then I strapped him in for good measure. The boy was an escape artist. A very good escape artist.
“Hi, daddy.” Oakley said in the cutest little voice I’d ever heard.
I smiled at my girl, pulling her into my arms and giving her a loud smacking kiss on the cheek, causing her to giggle.
“Did you take a nap for mommy?” I asked her.
She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, making her blonde ringlets swirl about her head. “Abso-fucking-lutely not.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that Viddy hadn’t heard that, but when I turned and saw the expression on her face, I knew I wasn’t that lucky. Even more so when Kettle and Loki started laughing like goddamned hyenas.
“Eat shit,” I muttered as I passed them.
Then, of course, Oakley had to yell it over my shoulder at them.
“Don’t make me kick your ass!” She said in her badass pixie four-year-old voice.
My head hung. “You’re going to make mommy mad at me,” I told her.
She looked at me with calm, serious eyes. “No she won’t. I won’t let her.”
And for some reason. I believed her.