Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
They especially like his little clipboard that he walks around with, ticking off stuff at the end of the day. I don’t know how he keeps it up, but he does try. I guess being on a professional team, he’s used to routine.
I looked over at the eyesore he just brought home, the rocking horse, and shook my head. I don’t even want to Google the price later because that always gives me indigestion. It’s only October, and he’s already talking about their Xmas gifts. I get tired just listening to him.
But I have to say, he has made this experience one I will never forget. I don’t know what he read or who he listened to, but I’m thinking it was mostly Carl. But he goes above and beyond anything I could’ve imagined from past experience.
He remembers to give me special time. I’ve been to the spa about five times since I came home with the babies. Twice with him and three times with the girls so far. When I see other moms complaining in mommy groups, I feel so ashamed of how good I have it.
He's obsessed with me not getting overtired or being sad. He’s been on the lookout for PPD since the day I gave birth, and there’s always some new gift or something each time I turn around. Have you ever met a woman who was tired of getting gifts? Every time I think I’m there I realize I could handle one more.
Always thoughtful, always mindful. But I know since meeting his Mom that he gets his patience and heart from her. When you think about it, Kevin’s mother was Beelzebub’s bed wench, while Damon’s Mom is in line for sainthood. I lucked out the second time around in more ways than one.
DAMON
My wife and her posse keep giving me shit for the things I do, but I know that one day she’s going to look back and thank me. What they don’t seem to realize is that I love this. I love every minute of it. Not only because I get mad props from the guys, but because as soon as I hit my driveway my heart fills with this feeling of immense joy that not even the championship ring gave me.
Having those kids made me look at divorced men out of the side of my eye. I used to think there’s always a reason for doing shit, but the way I see it, there’s nothing in this world that could convince me to be a weekend Dad.
That brings me to Tara. Now, when I dated her, I had no idea that she was out of her fucking mind, not until the day I kicked her out. But even then, she’d tried to excuse her behavior as her having a bad day, which I can understand, but we weren’t getting back together after you disrespected my Mom.
But now, I know she’s nuts. I went to see her to let her know that it was in her best interest to take the plea deal. I was trying to spare my wife and kids the hassle of a trial, but that was only part of it. The other part is what I leaned over the table to whisper in her ear. That if she walked out of that jail she wasn’t going to make it back to her home state.
She claimed I was threatening her, but nobody else heard that shit. In the end, she took the deal and although eighteen months wasn’t enough to suit me, it was good enough for now. There would be a restraining order waiting for her as soon as she got out, and she couldn’t step foot in our state without getting arrested.
The fine she was made to pay is a whole other story; she doesn’t have that kind of money, so she’ll be paying Jo for the rest of her life if she ever gets a job because selling off all her shit didn’t cover it.
Jo, seemed to have forgotten the whole thing until I brought it up to her. Her thought process is warped as fuck. She thinks that because Savanna beat her ass that we were even and should just let it go. She could let it go all she wanted; I was representing my kids. Fuck outta here. It’s best that she doesn’t know what I have planned for that idiot behind bars.
And that brings me to Kevin. He asked Savanna to have me talk to him; I guess he wanted a cease-fire because I’d taken his whole damn family, except the mother, who Dalton had committed somewhere under the guise of an around-the-world trip.
Things came to a head for them when she took issue with him coming here as often as he was, and he just had enough. The kids love posting every damn thing on social media, and I guess he woke up when he saw that everyone else was going on with their lives while he was stewing in the pot of misery he'd boiled himself.