Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
My parents still didn’t know I was pregnant, and honestly, I didn’t miss them or care that they weren’t involved. There were days when I felt like stepping over the invisible line of Ledger’s and my relationship, continuing to battle my heart over my mind.
We spent a lot of time together, learning something new about each other with each passing day. It was interesting to peel back the different layers that made Ledger Beckham.
What made him happy.
What made him smile.
What made him laugh.
And one of my personal favorites, what made him horny, which happened to be my pregnant belly. The fact that I felt as big as a house and still turned him on surprised me.
I’d never seen a bond like the one he had with his family. They were all extensions of one another, and I often felt like I was part of their tight unit. Ledger insisted that I was, and I could feel it. They did love me, treating me as if I were one of their own, and I truly cherished that. His father was definitely his role model, and I realized that the more I was around them.
Then there was me…
Ledger was like Jekyll and Hyde. He was very charming yet an asshole when he wanted to be. He loved playing with my hair or rubbing my back and feet. Pretty much anything that involved his hands on me.
He was extremely bright and knew all sorts of random facts about anything and everything. He actually enjoyed watching the news, Discovery, or History channel, saying it was good to know what was happening in the world. He hated the unexpected and had to be in control all the time.
One thing was for sure, the more I was around him, the more I wanted to be around him. He made me feel safe, and for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t lonely anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I always had my brother, but he had his own life, and we lived in different states. I had friends in New York, but they were mostly acquaintances.
My career was basically my whole world, and I was fine with that. Before getting pregnant, it was my only baby, and I couldn’t tell you how relieved I was that being pregnant didn’t mess up my work ethic. Yes, sometimes I experienced mom brain, but it was for random-ass things. Like going to the kitchen for a glass of water and forgetting what I was there for. Or where I left my keys or cell phone when they were actually in my hands.
Ledger loved picking on me when that happened. He enjoyed torturing me with his relentless flirting.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he was driving toward I don’t know where.
“What part of surprise did you not understand?”
He loved to do this too, surprising me with all sorts of stuff. Bringing me flowers every week had become part of his routine. When I called him out on it, he simply said, “I like seeing you smile.”
Reaching over, he grabbed my hand and set it on his lap. Every time we were in his truck, my hand sat pretty on his thigh. He’d rub his fingers back and forth on my hand or sometimes just tap it to the beat of the music playing through the speakers.
He always found a way to have his hands on me in one way or another. At times, it was subtle—his arm on the back of my chair or rubbing my shoulder with his thumb. Or when we were deep in discussion, he’d play with the ends of my hair, listening to every word that came out of my mouth with an intense stare. Or he’d draw pictures on my arm with his finger and make me guess what it was.
All of this just made me miss his touch when we weren’t together, which I knew was his purpose in getting me used to his affection. Another personal favorite of mine was when we’d be around other people, and he’d stand behind me while I sat so he could rub the back of my neck by my hairline.
I’d often catch his brothers or sister looking over with amused expressions. However, Haven never seemed fazed by the attention he gave me. She and I became great friends right away. I never felt like she was years younger than me. If anything, she acted much older than her eighteen years of age.
I also grew close to Jace’s fiancée, Cove. They were both best friends and added me to their group immediately. We got along really well. Haven’s boyfriend, Hayes, who she was living with, owned the downtown bar, The Outlaw. We went there regularly. Haven was the bar manager and helped him run things.
It was super successful, and you could tell they had a great relationship. It was obvious how much they loved each other. Jace was as obsessed with Cove, and they were just as cute together.