Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
The bed groans as I shift my weight and crawl out of bed. My sweetheart’s been getting into this habit lately. It started before the wedding when she knew she’d be taking time off.
And now she’s at it again.
Ever since she was promoted and in charge of her own team, she works nonstop. Well, mostly. But just like me, we make time for each other.
My wedding band clinks on the doorknob as I open the bedroom door wider and follow the soft clicks of her laptop in the office.
I lean against the doorframe, resting my head there and watching her for a moment.
She’s made my house a home. Leaving work is now enjoyable, knowing that I’m coming home to her beautiful smile.
The faint light from her computer bathes her in a glow. My lips creep up into a smile. No, that glow is from something else.
As my eyes travel to her swollen belly, the tapping of her laptop stops.
Her gorgeous blue eyes stare back at me as she asks, “Did I wake you?” A wrinkle sets in the middle of her forehead as she frowns and gets up to come over to me. Her belly almost pushes against the desk, but she turns in time. She’s only now getting used to the weight of our little boy.
Six months pregnant, a little over a month after marriage, almost a year since I first laid eyes on her, and I couldn’t love her more.
Our baby boy is healthy, and the doctors don’t expect any complications. It’s funny how she was so nervous and anxious, but the moment she got pregnant, she relaxed and I became the one who was worrying about everything.
I open my arms as she slowly walks to me, the lack of sleep seeming to hit her as she reaches me.
Her soft body molds to mine as I hold her and kiss her hair. The smell of her shampoo tickles my nose as I smile. “I missed you I think,” my words reflect my sleepy state. “I can’t sleep when you’re not in bed.”
She lifts her head to look at me, “I just wanted to get this one done before the baby comes.”
My smile only widens at her response. “We have three more months, sweetheart.”
She pouts in response, and it only makes me want to kiss her that much more.
Her lips part to give some excuse, but I don’t let her say a word. I crush my lips to hers, spearing my fingers through her hair and deepening it when she melts into me.
A year since I set eyes on her, and I don’t know how I ever lived without her.
When I pull away from her, Grace’s hands travel toward her belly and I know why; I can feel our little boy kicking her. She looks up at me in wonder, as if it’s the first time she’s felt him.
A chuckle escapes me as I push her hair out of her face and plant a chaste kiss on her lips.
She grabs my hand and places it on her belly and our baby kicks my hand just then. It’s hard enough that I would have pulled back had Grace’s hand not still been on top of mine.
“Is he why you can’t sleep?” I ask her playfully, my hands traveling over her swollen bump.
“No, the lavender pillow spray works really well to put me out.” My eyes reach hers again, and in them I see nothing but happiness. Cheryl has been over nonstop, giving her all sorts of things.
Grace happened to say once at Sunday dinner that she wasn’t sleeping well. The very next day my sisters and mom were over here with all sorts of pillows and aromatherapy sprays. My Ma knew. She knows everything.
I’ve never loved my family more than now. And I know Grace loves them, too.
Together, we’re complete; there’s no doubt in my mind that this is how it was supposed to happen all along.
I tip her chin up, holding her gaze for a moment before kissing her one last time and whispering, “I love you.” I can feel her smile on my lips before she whispers back, “And I love you.”