Total pages in book: 199
Estimated words: 200280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1001(@200wpm)___ 801(@250wpm)___ 668(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 200280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1001(@200wpm)___ 801(@250wpm)___ 668(@300wpm)
So I’m going to work hard. I’m going to focus. I’m going to fight my demons.
But most of all, I’m going to let her hold my hand as she guides me in our new life. I’m going to let her protect me like I’m going to protect her. I’m going to let her keep me and our babies safe like I’m going to keep them safe. I won’t be irrational and fuck up like I did before, when she was trying to protect me from her father and put her in jeopardy.
I still can’t believe that she was trying to do that though.
For me.
But she was.
And that’s because she’s my family, isn’t she?
Her and these babies.
Dove and War.
“I love you too,” my wife whispers, making my fucking heart race.
And I go back to studying her goddess-like body. Ripe and swollen and flushed. The dark line going from the top of her pregnant belly down to her pink-as-fuck pussy. Her engorged tits and darkened nipples. Her cute swollen toes and fingers that I kiss probably for the tenth time in the last half an hour.
I kiss and worship every part of it until I’m settled between her thighs and I’m devouring her sweet cotton candy mouth. Until I’m sliding into her pregnant pussy, making her moan.
Against her mouth, I say, “Mine.”
Looking up with dazed eyes, she whispers, “Yours.”
“My wife,” I groan into her mouth.
Gasping, she replies, “My husband.”
At which point, I kiss her again.
With love. With relief.
With fucking peace that I will get to kiss her for the rest of her pregnancy. For the rest of our lives. Because she’s mine, isn’t she?
My girl. My Firefly.
My wife.
And I’m hers.
Her man. Her Thorn.
Her husband.
And we have both war and peace between us.
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THE END