Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
She’s been blessed with an abundant supply so there’s enough for the kids and me.
Breeding her the first time was amazing. But, the strange part is every time since has felt as good or better.
I’ve expanded on my jewelry business and have specialty stores in ten major cities. I still play cards but not like I used to. Mostly with the family for fun and toothpicks.
Anna still helps at the Welsh Center, but with all the kids she gave up her department head position but not before she made sure Doug was out on his ass. I helped him along, of course, then found him in a bar one night and made sure he understood that making my wife’s life difficult, present, past or future was a bad fucking idea.
He moved to Cleveland.
Brittany is doing well. She was adopted a year after the softball game and is living her best life on a horse farm about fifty miles north. We see her on holidays and she and Anna have mani-pedi dates about once a month. She still has the scar over her eye and tells everyone that it’s from the day she hit a home run and won the game for her team.
We also run a Three Strikes Charity that benefits the center. It’s turned into a huge affair with pro-ball players coming in to coach teams, and major corporations donating and sponsoring the kids and the tournament.
I still think back and remember those first three seconds.
They rocked my world.
They are still rocking my world.
But more than that, my baby is my world.
My family is my purpose.
No more bumpy roads leading to nowhere for me.
I’ve found my center and I’m never letting her go.