Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“Anything else you need?” I kept washing my son’s chest like it was no big deal. That seemed to be the right answer because she perked right the fuck up, just like Catalina when she’s about to zap me with some shit.
“Oh yes, I have a list.” Of course you do. I just nodded and lifted the bruiser from the tub and wrapped him in a towel.
Every once in a while she gets pissy if she thinks I’m not letting her do enough with him, so I stepped aside when she said she wanted to dress him for bed.
Of course I try to do more with him because he’s heavy as fuck and with her stomach rivaling orca I thought I was being helpful. Her hormonal ass swings on a pendulum from gratitude to attitude with a quickness.
I hopped in my truck and headed to the nearest grocery, the only damn thing still open except for bars. The people here know my wife so well the cashier started laughing when she saw me coming.
“Hi Mr. Lyon, Kat at it again?” I just smiled and put the shit on the conveyer. I’m a fucking laughing stock.
Me, over six feet, tattooed, with muscles that I know she can see through the sleeves of my thermal Henley.
But Kat has turned me into the town clown. I know she and Elena has filled these people’s heads with bullshit because I’ve heard them more than once telling some female that I’m a big old teddy bear. Yeah okay!
I got my shit and headed back to the house where she was lolling around in the tub. I bit my tongue and didn’t remind her that she wasn’t
supposed to do that shit unless I was around to help her out. At least she didn’t have the water too high.
“You done?” She nodded and lifted her arms out to me. It’s amazing what makes me happy these days. I wonder who exactly has been training who over these past few years?
I helped her out and even dried her skin before making her sit at the vanity to I could lotion her skin and take care of her stretch marks with the special cream that she swears by.
She wanted one of my tees and a pair of boxers so I got her dressed and then helped her into the light robe. “You want your peanut butter and pickles now?”
I took her hand and led her out of our room and downstairs to the den to the only chair that can hold her; mine. She took her time answering like she was in a restaurant and I was there to serve.
“Popcorn, the buttery kind.” She kicked the foot rest out from under the chair and reclined with a smile. “And grab the kids, it’s almost time.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I went in search of the others, calling out to them as I passed each room. On the weekends it’s a toss up as to what they’d be getting into at night. They like to spread out and do their own thing.
I found the boys in the game room playing video games, Caitie was reading, thank fuck she wasn’t on the phone, and there was no sign of the terror.
“Where’s Catalina?” Shrugs all around. I didn’t have to think too hard to figure this shit out. Mommy’s two floors up, daddy’s gone, where else would my hell child be? “Head to the den, all of you.”
I made a point of looking at my daughter because she thinks she’s too old for family time. Hah! My house my rules, and since she came outta me that shit has a lifetime warranty.
I went in search of the twisted one and hoped that I didn’t walk into some otherworldly shit. There’s no telling what level of fuckery she could’ve gotten up to by now.
Chapter 5
I made my way down to the basement to the lab that she conned me out of. I could already smell that she was up to some shit before I reached the door and as soon as I got there, there was no room for doubt.
“Mengele the fu…I mean what are you up to little girl?”
“Nothing daddy.” Nothing my ass! There were fumes coming out the beaker she was fucking around with.
The pothead decided to give her a complete chemistry set and now I sleep with one eye open. The little shit scares me more than the fucks in the desert.
The scary thing is that she didn’t even flinch at getting caught, just carried on with her shit like it was normal. I’d bet anything that whatever the fuck she was up to was nowhere near anything resembling normalcy.
“I told you about lying to me?” She has this way of looking at me that makes me want to give her-her way in everything. She was doing that shit now.