Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 150002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 750(@200wpm)___ 600(@250wpm)___ 500(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 750(@200wpm)___ 600(@250wpm)___ 500(@300wpm)
I helped her lean back against the wall and got down on my knees to lift her leg around my neck to open her up with my tongue.
She went to her happy place a couple more times and took pity on me and let me have her again. By the time I dragged her out of the shower she was dragging ass, another side effect of carrying my daughter, she makes mommy sleep a lot.
I put her back to bed and got back downstairs in time to meet the others on their way back. My boys were dragging ass, drooling and covered in cookie crumbs and dirt. Grandma’s happy hour.
“I’ll help you put them down and then I’ve gotta run. Anna’s out of her favorite ice cream.”
“Thanks momma.” We can’t have that shit, not unless I want to hold my wife through an hour and a half of crying while she tells me everything that’s wrong in the world. Damn!
I cleaned the boys up and put them down in their crib. I stood over them as they got into position. It’s freaky, they sleep in the same pose I’d seen on the ultrasound screen when they were in the womb.
Arms and legs locked together in some weird convoluted thing that only the two of them understood. I don’t know what’s gonna happen when they’re old enough to sleep in their own beds.
I touched their little heads before leaving the room and headed down to my office to get some work done.
Two hours later the house was alive with laughing little boys and a refreshed wife who looked like she got her second wind. It’s the same routine everyday, except those days when she do drive into the city.
The four of us were on the bed playing around when there was a knock at the door. “Come in.” My kids flew off the bed when they saw their uncle standing there.
“Travis, you’re early, we weren’t expecting you until tomorrow.” She moved to get up off the bed. “Stay there I’ll come to you.” He picked the boys up the same way I do which started another round of laughter and made his way over to the bed.
The kid was still growing, at nineteen he was all man with the facial hair to prove it. His bond with his sister has only grown over time and my kids love him like crazy.
He’d grown a lot in the past few years and I’m proud to say I had a hand in shaping the man he’s shaping up to be. When he’s home he spends time between us and mom’s because he says we have a houseful and she’s all alone.
“I finished up early and decided to just head home.”
“What’s that look?”
“What look sis?” She was right, he had a look about him.
“The one on your face, like you have something on your mind. What gives?”
“I met a girl.”
THE END