Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
She moves to her side and holds her stomach. “Probably, ugh. I feel like he’s got his elbows in my ribs and his feet are trying to escape my pussy.”
I gawk at her. “That can’t happen, right?”
I’ve read every pregnancy book I can get my hands on, and I’m pretty sure I’d remember reading if that could happen.
A strained laugh leaves her lips. “No, he’s in the right position. So, really, it’s his hands trying to break free and his feet in my ribs.”
I blink. “Do we need to go to the hospital?”
She shakes her head. “No, he isn’t coming. He’s just making me uncomfortable.”
Guilt floods me. “I’m sorry, mami.” I rub her belly. “You are so strong, and I couldn’t have picked a stronger woman to be the mother of my baby.”
“You didn’t choose me.”
“Depends how you look at it. I knew I wanted you, fate put a baby in your belly, and guess what, I’m going to keep choosing you.”
Her eyes soften as she covers my hand with hers. “There has been no one but you, Alejandro.”
My eyes sparkle with hers. “About time you realized that.”
She snorts. “I always knew, just fought it.”
“Pointless, huh? Since I’m yours.”
“Totally.” We share a smile, but then she groans. “I love you, but I also hate you a bit for knocking me up with a kid who is dead set on busting out of my skin.”
I chuckle as I rub the back of her hand. “Hate me all you want, mami. I’ll remind you why you love me when I’m between your legs later.”
She lets out a breathy laugh as I turn down the drive to the little white chapel. I spent all day here yesterday, helping Ciaran with an arch made of all their favorite romance books. I teased him relentlessly for his love of romance, but then I found myself reading one as we ate lunch. I’m not a reader, but I wanted more ideas for how to woo my girl.
Because I need her.
Her existence makes me happy.
These last two months have been a whirlwind. Even though we went seven games with the Griffins, we swept Hershey. I’ll never forget the feeling of holding that Cup above my head, but now it makes me want to hold the Stanley above my head even more than before. I am so proud of my team, my coach, and myself. I’m thankful for being sent back, not only because of winning with the Bears, but because of Elliot.
She makes my life better.
She was the first person I called when I got traded to Utah. Usually, it would have been my mom, and thankfully, Mom doesn’t mind. When she told Elliot she would be her mom, she wasn’t just blowing smoke up her ass. She calls and texts Elliot more than me now, and I am so grateful for that. Because each call and text bring a smile to my woman’s face that hits me square in the chest.
We were looking for a house to buy here when we thought I’d be staying, but then I got traded. It’s going to be a big change but one I’m ready for. I’m ready to kick ass in the NHL and come home to be the best husband and dad for Elliot and our son. We’re still looking for a house, but it’s not a priority. This wedding has been the priority, and once it’s done, we’ll figure out what’s next.
One day at a time.
It’s how we’ve been doing things, and it works the best for Elliot. I know she’s going to miss her sisters, and that means I’ll have to work even harder to make sure she’s happy. Which is why I found myself reading a romance book, and I’m still reading it on my phone.
I don’t want her to ever question how deeply I love her. Or question if we can handle all the changes we are going through. It’s not that she wants to question anything; it’s the chemicals in her brain, and I have no problem going toe-to-toe with those fuckers.
Now that she has my ring on her finger, it isn’t coming off again.
Once was enough to give me plenty of anxiety for a lifetime.
After I park, I quickly get out to help Elliot, in the hope it’ll alleviate some of her discomfort. I pull her to me, and she groans softly, her face twisting and causing my heart to beat out of sync. “Talk to me, mami.”
She bends to the side. “Can you yell at your kid to move? It’s like I’ve got a stitch in my side. You know how when you’re running and it happens? That’s what this feels like.”
“Turn around. Hold the car.”
She flashes me a sexy smirk. “Yes, Daddy. Will you spank me?”
I chortle as I turn her, ignoring my hardening cock as I take her hips in my palms. I rub the spot on her lower back with both thumbs, and she melts into my touch. “You have the best hands.”