Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Molly’s eyes widened as I felt my cock unfurl to full attention once again.
“Already?”
“Yes, love.”
“You’re joking.”
“It’s been days since I had a chance to touch you. What do you expect?”
She slid her arms around me and adjusted her hips so I could slide even deeper inside her.
“I didn’t expect anything. I only hoped.”
I moaned at the feel of her and at the meaning behind her words.
“Mols . . . I wouldn’t have made it without you.”
“Shh, don’t say that.”
“But it’s true.”
She smiled and kissed me softly.
“You’ll never have to again.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sally
My fingers strummed lightly over my favorite old guitar.
I tilted my head, thinking for a moment. Then I played the chord again. The sound echoed through the house. Softly, though. Our little angel was sleeping.
Little sister
Won’t you come out and play
We always wanted you to have a little sister
I hope one day
I exhaled. It was too simplistic. But the song that had been dancin’ around my heart was almost like a lullaby. A sweet, straightforward song. A prayer for a baby.
Little brother
I hope you will come today
We always wanted you to have a little brother
Maybe someday . . .
I’d fought so hard not to dwell on the baby that hadn’t come. We had one. I knew I should be grateful for our perfect little family. I’d just always wanted more than one. I’d pictured two, or even three, when we first got married. Eventually, the disappointment had gotten to be too much. We’d stopped trying and thinking about it, but it was always there, hovering.
I’d had little signs lately. A few things that made me wonder. I’d taken a thousand pregnancy tests in the past few years, convinced myself over and over that a baby was coming. I tried not to let it consume me, but every time I was late or my breasts got sore, it did.
Lord knows, we were active enough. We didn’t use protection. I’d even taken my temperature and timed things for peak ovulation. But so far, nothing. So we’d stopped trying. Not that we weren’t busy between the sheets, but all the other stuff, well, it was too much.
We were blessed with our one child. Our perfect little Lilly. I knew it. We had a close family with Donnie’s sister and mom next door, not to mention an amazing extended family. The club was everything to us. Lots of babies for our sweet girl to play with.
It was more than most had. I was grateful for it. But I couldn’t help wanting just one more.
Maybe someday . . .
Actually, I had this crazy feeling that something was different. I thought about taking a test but I’d been sitting on it. I’d been getting that dangerously hopeful feeling again. Just a week late, and sore breasts. But I’d been wrong so many times before, convinced myself something was there that wasn’t. For a long time, I had been buying pregnancy tests in bulk. But then I’d stopped. It was just too hard.
It had been over a year since I’d even bothered to take a test. I got a little superstitious around my period every month. Nothing like this though . . . nothing to make me really wonder. I sat up and set my guitar aside. There might be one or two pregnancy tests in the bathroom vanity.
I told myself I was being silly as I rummaged through the drawers of the vanity. It was pointless. It was just not in the cards for us. We’d been lucky to get one. And we might adopt anyway. An older kid. There were tons of great kids out there who needed homes. Jack had been a foster kid, and look how amazing he was. We’d talked about it and even bookmarked some agencies online, but always in some vague, far-off way.
Still, there was nothing quite like holding a baby.
And what if . . .
I felt the plastic wrap with my fingertips. There! It must have been all the way at the back of the drawer, nearly over the edge and into the back where nothing was ever heard from again. I pulled it out triumphantly.
An unopened pregnancy test.
Just one.
It seemed fitting somehow. I swore I’d never buy another test. Never wonder again. Never torture myself.
I’d just carry on. Put it aside. Give up hope. Or not give up hope, exactly. Donnie and I had talked about it. We would just change our dream to something we could achieve.
I stared at the test in my hand, feeling like this was a momentous occasion, no matter what the test ended up saying. I was still wavering, wondering if I should save it.
Just one more try . . .
I took a deep breath, sitting on the toilet and pulling my skirt up. I wasn’t wearing panties, which made me smile a little. That was good. I needed the comic relief. I’d been hoping Donnie would come home early and surprise me.