Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I walked up behind her.
This year her wedding dress only zipped up to middle of her back, and the reason why was evident as she turned around, finally showing off her belly.
“Ahhhh,” she sighed in euphoria. “I can breathe again.”
I grinned.
“I don’t know what possessed you to wear that to a birthday party of all places,” I grumbled.
She stuck her tongue out.
“It’s a tradition. I can’t just not wear it because we had plans for today. I only get to do it once a year,” she scrunched up her nose.
I held up my hands then immediately dropped them to her swollen belly.
“How’s our baby doing today?” I asked, rubbing her tummy like I always did these days.
Ever since she’d started showing, I’ve become obsessed with her baby belly.
I couldn’t go a single hour when I was in her presence without touching it.
Mostly, I did it because I couldn’t believe we’d actually created a life together.
I’d never thought it possible.
Hell, it’d been nearly three years of unprotected sex, and we’d never had a pregnancy scare.
So when Tasha had come to me with her suspicions about four months ago, I couldn’t quite keep the pride out of my voice. Or my step.
I was like a fucking rooster strutting around, puffing out my chest.
“Will you go make sure their light is off before you get in the shower with me?” she pleaded, batting those beautiful brown eyes at me.
I smiled.
“Sure.”
I made my way back out to the kids’ bedroom, unsurprised when I saw the light on in their room.
They’d started climbing out of their cribs when they were nine months old. And now, at one-year-old, I was lucky if they didn’t destroy their room before morning.
I made my way to the crib that they were sleeping in and looked down at their two exhausted faces.
And felt like I was on top of the world.
Resting my hands on their backs, something that I did every night, I felt the gentle rise and fall of their chests and I realized something.
I had two of life’s most beautiful things right there in the palms of my hands.
And later that night, as my wife laid against my chest, her little belly poking me in the side, I counted my lucky stars.
***
Tasha
Year 10
I rubbed barbeque sauce off of the white fabric that lined my breasts and groaned.
My wedding dress had seen better days.
Maybe this would be the year that I managed to get it dry cleaned.
“How do you spell daddy?” I heard from the living room.
I didn’t take notice until I heard what he said for a second time.
“One more time, daddy.”
“B.A.D.A.S.S.,” Casten said, enunciating perfectly.
I blinked, then turned and rounded the corner of the kitchen.
He was scrolling through the television, one hand behind his head, with the other extended across the arm of the couch with the TV remote in his hand.
“What was that?” I asked Casten.
“What was what?” Casten asked with a smirk.
I smiled.
“Those letters you just told Sissy,” I said carefully, trying not to laugh.
Casten tossed me a grin.
“You heard me just fine, woman,” he returned.
I shook my head and turned on my heels, walking back to the kitchen and the dinner I was in the process of making.
I loved that man.
I loved everything about him, our kids and our life together.
And I always would.