Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Joy ran up the stairs to our room to grab the bag I had waiting at our bedroom door for the last month, while everyone else headed for the door. Grandma was on the phone calling whoever needed to be called, including Millie and Evelyn, while I tried not to fall flat on my face. I had the Doc on speed dial, so I was the one who called her as soon as we got in the SUV, but I don’t even know what I said to her; in my ears, the words sounded like babbling.
“Babe, why are you yelling?” I looked at her mouth, trying to make sense of what she was saying, and she was eating the fucking noodle-doodles. She had the whole damn pan back there with us.
“You….” I started to lecture her about some shit; who knows since that’s all I’ve been doing for the last couple of weeks is lecturing her ass about something or another because she doesn’t listen for shit anymore since she knows I can’t do anything to her.
Every five minutes or so, that pain that felt like something was cutting me in half would hit and cut my breath off, and I’d have to grit my teeth and look out the window so she didn’t see my pain. My ass, it was so she didn’t laugh at me. I remember the laughter from the morning sickness bullshit, and the disrespect still burns my ass.
I asked her first before rolling down the window and sticking my face outside in the wind. The mountain air felt good going down. When I pulled my head back in, these fucks were having a conversation about some TV show the lot of them were hooked on.
I’d added a female to her team, just one, so there should be four men and one woman, but she’d neutered my fucking team. These fucks. I don’t even wanna get into the shit they’re into, but the TV show was just one of them.
Joy was in the backseat looking terrified, and Grandma was holding her hand and talking her through it. I wish somebody would talk me the fuck through this shit. I realized at some point that I had a death grip on Amanda’s hand, and from the looks of it, it was painful, but she didn’t make a sound, and when I looked over at her, she didn’t seem scared or nervous, none of the things I was worried about happening to her.
“We’re having a baby.” She whispered the words like they were a secret or some shit, and I nodded my head like an idiot with a wide-ass grin on my face. My sons were coming to meet me, finally.
I’d spent so much time talking to them, imagining them, not just when I was with her but wherever the urge hit me to have a talk with my boys, that I was past ready to meet them in the flesh. I’d long overcome the fear that I would be like my parents. For one thing, she wouldn’t let me, and I wouldn’t want that for her or the beautiful babies she’s growing inside her.
All I had to do was not just remember how my parents were but recall how I felt in any given situation and what I would’ve wanted at that time. I know I’m not going to be perfect, but the two of us together will get there.
Her soft gentleness and my gruff, hard-ass stance they’d balance themselves out, and we’d get the job done. Even with the morning sickness, I couldn’t wait to wake up in the morning to play with them and talk to them right before doing their mother.
I got kinda spooked a few days ago when I was fucking her from behind up against the wall. My hand, as usual when I was taking her this way, was on her tummy, and I think both my kids kicked the shit out of my hand. I took that to mean that they wanted me to leave their mother the fuck alone, and I haven’t touched her since.
We’re gonna have to have a talk about that as soon as they get here, though, because fuck if I’ma let the little shits tell me what to do with my woman. I smiled in the back of the SUV, her hand in mine, as I recalled all our happy moments these last few months, most of which had been caught on camera.
My heart was full of a light that had never been there before as we drove through the night, and along with the pain, I fought back tears as I realized that everything I’d ever wanted, this woman, our children, was about to be mine.
It looked like everyone got to the hospital before us. I saw Evelyn and her husband, along with the Silverspoons. “How’d you guys get here so fast?”