Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 133182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Shaking my head at her, I say, “I don’t even want to hear it. You wanted a mommy just as bad as I wanted a wife.”
Bending over, I grab her up off the floor and start the achingly slow climb back up the stairs. She’s not a heavy little thing at all, but right now my arms feel like jelly.
“We both need a shower, sweetie,” I say quietly to her.
She gives me a loud sigh as I continue. “It’s been a couple weeks for you, and I don’t want your skin to get itchy and dry again.”
We move through the house as quiet as thieves in the night, and considering how loud Sophia is snoring in bed when we pass by her, I don’t think we needed to bother.
Holy fuck, either she was fucking in desperate need of sleep or she’s got a chainsaw lodged up her nostrils.
Fluffers, the fucking cat, just looks at me as I pause to listen to the sound of a thousand chainsaws. And I swear the fucker is daring me to even say a word.
Giving the cat the finger, I move on with Mitzy in tow. Shower time is usually pretty easy with her. I’ve been doing it with her since she was a baby, and with the silent hair dryer I bought for her, she doesn’t usually give me any issues.
Setting the water to an even temperature so I don’t scald or freeze my princess, I gently set her down in the walk-in shower.
I should have done this with Sophia last night too, but she was too far gone for this type of aftercare. I don’t think she would have been able to stand even if I had brought in crutches for her to use. I have a nice stone bench in here to rest on, but Sophia was just too dead to the world after I finished with her.
I cleaned her up with some warm water and a washcloth.
But is it fucked up that I tried to not clean up too much around her pussy? Like I wanted all those fast-ass swimmers to make it up there and give me as many babies as possible?
Twins? Triplets? What’s the optimal amount of babies to make with her so she’ll stay here forever?
Soaking, lathering, and rinsing all fill my thoughts as I make sure Mitzy is thoroughly cleaned and groomed. I won’t try to cut her hair. I’ve tried that before and she ended up looking very cross with me. But I can bathe her like she’s a baby, which she loves.
I wonder if Sophia and my babies will like shower and bath time with their daddy?
I know kids aren’t as easy as dogs to please and make happy, but I’m sure some of the same principals apply. Like tummy time and feeding on a regular schedule. Diapers and not getting sleep aren’t going to be an issue, not after being in the military. I’ve gone days without proper sleep and still had to function at a peak performance level.
Babies won’t be easy though, I know that for a fact. I know it won’t be all roses and happiness. I’m not stupid enough to believe that there won’t be rough times. But just the thought of having a child of mine in my arms… it gives me this weird warm feeling in the deep part of my stomach.
The same feeling I get when I take care of Mitzy and Sophia.
Maybe four hours of sleep and I’m still fucking wired as can be. I tucked a sleepy Mitzy back into the bed now that she’s dry and happy. And I can’t stop myself from sitting on the edge of the bed to watch Sophia sleep.
Creepy, I know.
I know it’s fucking creepy, but how can I not watch the woman that has me yearning in the most painful of ways? How can I not want to watch her as she sleeps safely in my bed?
Her body is so perfectly aligned with my own when I think of how she looks. Where some women go to extremes to make their bodies look a certain way, Sophia’s is… perfect. My brain tells me that no matter how good it might look now, it will change in the future. It’s not possible to stay the same. But my heart is telling me that when those changes happen, they’ll be even sexier.
Fuck. Am I in love?
Shit.
I probably am.
It’s not like I can’t feel love.
And it’s not like I don’t want to feel love.
But do I deserve love? Do I deserve to love a woman like Sophia?
Fuck.
Am I putting her on a pedestal that she can’t truly stand on?
I don’t know.
I know she does all the human things. She’s as earthborn as I am.
I may feel like she’s a heavenly body, but she’s not.