Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
He shifts again to free me but after that goes right back to laying his head on my stomach. “You okay?” I ask him as I run my fingers through his hair.
“I’m getting there.” He tells me the truth this time—no more fine.
He knew I wasn't buying it before but I also knew he wasn't going to be fine until he got an angry fucking session in. And no, he won’t be fucking me anytime soon. He’s handling me like spun glass and won't have sex even though I’ve been given the green light. Today isn’t the day to try and break him. He might not know it but I’m treading lightly too, only my way is a little different.
He made the doctor stay here the first night just to make sure everything was okay. I was lucky for how prepared my husband was for anything that could happen here at Camp Hardwood. That shot not only saved my life but it could have been a lot worse than feeling like shit for a few days.
I’m scared to even ask what he’s done outside to make sure it can’t happen again. It was my own fault. I shouldn’t have been down that way. I was checking one of the older storage units to see if we had extra kayaks stored out there. The grass hadn’t been cut down on that end and I knew to be on the lookout, but my mind was on the new girl and her small baby bump. I shouldn’t have gone looking myself, and Ford said the same thing over and over. That if it would have been him the snake would’ve run off because I walk too light. I had to fight rolling my eyes when he said that because he was probably right. I scared the snake just as much as it scared me. We didn’t see each other until we were on top of the other and then it was too late. I’m so lucky Zara heard me scream.
“I can’t stay in this bed forever,” I declare, and he looks up at me with a wanna bet look. “I love you, Ford, but you know I can’t.” He lets out a long sigh before turning his head to kiss my belly.
“I love you too, Honey, more than anything, and seeing you lying there like that—” He shakes his head. “I felt so damn helpless. I can’t lose you.” His words are almost strangled as he gets choked up.
“I’ll never leave you.” I can’t believe the world would ever take me from him. Death wouldn’t stand a chance against my man when it comes to me. “I promise I won’t go anywhere without you knowing.”
“Last night…“ He starts to remind me of my attempt to sneak out but I cut him off.
“I love you but if you keep me caged in this bedroom I’m going to try and escape. I’m letting you know that now. If you let me go—“
“Never,” he rumbles deep in his chest and I fight a laugh. It’s kind of adorable, not that I’ll tell him that.
“If you let me leave the room,” I correct, “I won’t go anywhere without you knowing first.” He gives my stomach another kiss before he finally sits up and pulls me into his lap. His release is sticky between us and his cock is hard again.
“Deal,” he agrees, resting his forehead to mine and ignoring his erection. I don’t want to ignore it but I’m letting it go for now.
“I know you aren’t going to fuck me so maybe shower me so I can go check on our kids.”
He stands up and takes me to the bathroom. He doesn’t agree that we’re going anywhere but he does wash every inch of me.
“I can get myself dressed.” I take my shirt from his hand because he’s getting out of hand now.
“I’ll take you to the front desk but your ass isn’t walking.” I narrow my eyes on him and he raises his eyebrows at me. It’s that or bed, he’s silently saying.
“Fine.” It isn’t a hardship to let my husband carry me around. I’m more concerned about him being so worried. I don't want him to live that way. I know it’s something only time can fix so I would do better to reassure him I’m going to be safe.
We both finish getting ready before he carries me out back toward camp.
“Kitchen,” I tell him.
“I was going to grab you something and bring it to your desk,” he tells me.
“No, I want to check on people. We’ll eat out front.” He nods, knowing I’m not going to back down on this one.
He carries me right into the kitchen and sets me down on the counter, where Tia’s eyes widen. She’s been a hard nut to crack. The girl is one of the shyest I’ve ever met, but boy can she cook. She got the job in the kitchen off a cookie she brought to the interview. I’m trying to get her to work with the kids too and hoping it will help with her shyness. She might work in the kitchen for the most part but everyone on staff is considered a counselor.