Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Fine,” he says dryly. “Eat your food. By the way”—he smirks—”see that mango?” He nods toward the pre-cut fruit on my plate. “When it’s put together, that’s the size of our baby.”
I glance at it, then snort out a laugh. “I don’t even want to know where you learned that.”
“I looked it up. Apparently, there are pregnancy growth charts that compare baby sizes to either fruits or vegetables. According to the fruit chart, next week he’ll be the size of a banana.”
I stare at him, oddly touched that he’s looking up stuff about our baby, and a bit disturbed that people compare them to foods.
“Huh. Thanks for that tidbit of info. Let me know when he’s the size of a watermelon. It’s my favorite fruit.”
“Won’t be for a while,” he says with a shrug. “Watermelon is the endgame. When he’s that size, he’ll be ready to come out.” Suddenly his eyes go comically wide, as if he’s suddenly thought of something.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, taking a bite of my delicious bacon.
“Nothing...It’s just...” He clears his throat. “How the hell do you think a baby the size of a watermelon slides out of a woman’s hole? I mean, I know some women are loose...But take you for example. You can’t be more than the size of a lemon. I just don’t see how the hell a watermelon is fitting inside of a lemon without causing major damage to both of you.”
I’m in the middle of drinking my coffee when he says this, so my drink flies out of my mouth and all over the place.
“Oh my God, Lincoln! Thank you for the visual,” I splutter, grabbing a napkin to wipe my mouth. “The hole widens to accommodate the baby. Sometimes there’s tearing and it has to be stitched up, but for the most part, the woman’s body stretches open for the baby.”
Lincoln looks at me, part amazed and part traumatized, and I note not to let him anywhere near my lower half when I give birth.
“Any plans for today?” he asks after a few quiet moments.
I roll my eyes. “You know I’m supposed to be relaxing.”
“True,” he agrees. “Which is why I got you this.”
He pushes a paper across the island, and I pick it up and read it. “A pregnancy spa day?” I ask. “What’s the occasion?”
“For you to relax.” He smiles sheepishly. “Consider it a belated Mother-To-Be Day gift.”
“You know how much I love the spa here.” Technically, since Lincoln and Micah own the hotel, they also own the spa, but I learned a long time ago that just because you own it, doesn’t mean you don’t have to pay just like everyone else. But cost aside, this was very thoughtful of Lincoln.
“I do,” he agrees. “And I booked it for both you and your sister so you can have a girl’s day, considering it’s been a while since the two of you have had one. Sienna already knows and is excited. My mom’s taking care of Brooklyn and London today since they’re out of school for the summer.”
“Thank you!” I get up and kiss his cheek, then sit back down so I can continue to eat because I’m starved. Maybe this whole friendship thing isn’t so bad after all.
“I can’t remember the last time I spent so many hours being pampered,” Sienna says as we float out of the spa several hours later, both of us on cloud nine from the treatment we were given. Not only did we get manis, pedis, facials, and pregnancy massages, but we also received fresh haircuts and color. I feel like a new woman.
“Same. I didn’t realize how badly I needed that. Although, is it weird that despite feeling calm, I could totally do with a nap?”
Sienna laughs. “It’s the baby. They suck everything out of you: beauty, energy, sex drive. I could go to sleep and wake up when the baby comes.”
I nod in agreement, not bothering to tell her that beauty and energy I feel on a deep level, but the sex drive...Well, that’s a whole other story. Maybe it’s because I’ve only just recently become sexually active, but I crave it all the damn time. Since I’m almost five months pregnant, and Lincoln isn’t an option, I’m having to resort to the battery-operated toy I recently purchased.
When we get up to our floor, Sienna gives me a hug, telling me that she had a wonderful day, and then we part ways. I might not be too keen on being back in Tesoro, but I’m loving being close with my sister again, and it feels damn good for everything to be out in the open.
The second I walk through the door, I smell the Mexican food, and my stomach grumbles in anticipation.
“Perfect timing,” Lincoln says, handing me a plate filled with all my favorites. “Figured you’d be hungry.”