Total pages in book: 238
Estimated words: 231781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1159(@200wpm)___ 927(@250wpm)___ 773(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 231781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1159(@200wpm)___ 927(@250wpm)___ 773(@300wpm)
Micah and Rory decided to laugh in the face of danger, however, and took over my house in town, Micah absolutely loving the simple life. He and Rory’s families were more than happy with the capital their sons were now good for, and left them the hell alone.
“Baby, I need you!” Will called from downstairs.
I bit my bottom lip to stifle the smile as my hand shook.
I looked down at the third pregnancy test I’d taken this morning, the plus sign big and bold and pink.
It was no wonder I’d gotten knocked up, and I was surprised it didn’t happen sooner with as much as he was on top of me.
Wrapping it in toilet paper, I stuffed it in the garbage can and looked up, fluffing my hair in the mirror and unable to hide the huge-ass smile.
William Grayson IV.
I squealed and then clamped a hand over my mouth, not ready to let the cat out of the bag. Winter had gone into labor a couple of hours ago, and Will was trying to wrangle Ivarsen and Madden from their naps so we could get to the hospital. We’d been babysitting overnight to give the parents a break.
“Please, baby!” he shouted, sounding stressed.
I laughed to myself, hopping out of the bathroom and down the stairs, Will’s beagle, Diablo, scampering after me. I found Will in the foyer and watched him grab Ivar’s foot and pull him back so he could get his sock on.
I snorted. The twenty-month-old giggled, finding it all so funny as Madden stood nearby and watched the action.
I slung my purse over my head, grabbed the diaper bags that we’d already filled with snacks, drinks, and toys, and picked up Madden, leaving the house and loading him into the car. Will could deal with Ivar. I swore the kid knew Will owed him for lost time, and loved yanking his uncle’s chain constantly.
I buckled Madden into his car seat, giving him an attack of kisses as Will carried Ivar out, the kid kicking and squealing, full of smiles.
Fruit punch stained Will’s button-down shirt, and he looked like he was going to punch Damon when he got a hold of him, because Ivar’s sense of mischief was entirely his fault, and not Winter’s.
I climbed into the driver’s seat, picking up Will’s textbooks off the passenger seat and dumping them onto the floor behind me.
In addition to the company’s real estate ventures, breaking ground on the resort, and helping Winter with her humanitarian organization, Will had started college.
He didn’t want to go back to school or be with people younger than him, but he wanted to do something more with his life outside of what he had with the guys.
So he bit the bullet.
And I loved him for it. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to be a lawyer or a veterinarian or what, but I kind of saw him running a publishing company someday.
Which was going to come in handy, because I wasn’t helping William IV with his lit homework. That stuff came easily to Will.
He finished with Ivar and opened the passenger side door, sliding into his seat.
“What are you smiling about?” he asked, buckling up.
I eighty-sixed the grin. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop.”
He chuckled, and I ran my hand over his hair, soothing him. The boys had taken a lot out of us the past twenty-four hours.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned at the feel of my hands.
But then we heard Ivar shout behind us. “Buck!”
And it sounded a lot like…
“Shit,” Will mouthed, looking behind him as both of us went wide-eyed.
I frowned. “Oh, come on. You know he already got that from his father.”
We didn’t teach him bad language.
“And when Mads says it to Kai?” Will retorted, worrying about Banks and Kai losing their shit.
I just shook my head. Oh, well. “If you don’t act like it’s a big deal, then it’s not.”
Kids tended not to repeat behavior they didn’t get a reaction for. And it wasn’t like we were going to be able to protect the children from Damon Torrance forever.
We raced to the hospital, maybe a little over the speed limit, Will introducing the boys to Disturbed for the first time. Ivar banged his head, rocking out to the music, but ever-calm Mads sat there and observed, so much like his dad in his poise.
It would be interesting to see what a girl would bring to the new family, since Damon was convinced the newborn was female, even though they didn’t find out the sex yet.
Grabbing the boys and the bags, we hurried into the hospital and up to the third floor, finding a hallway full of family as Winter screeched from inside the room.
I winced, realizing I was no longer a spectator in her plight. I’d be doing what she was doing next fall if my calculations were correct.