Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“You weren’t thrilled when I crashed your bachelorette party.”
I laughed, remembering when my husband-to-be had walked into the party my sister had painstakingly planned just as the male strippers she’d hired were getting started. A young blond buck was just starting to gyrate in front of my face when Archer walked up and told him to fuck off. He then proceeded to perform the dancing and stripping routine he’d learned just for the occasion.
And damn, was he good. My female friends and family hooted and hollered as Archer gave me a sexy lap dance that ended with a sweet kiss.
“Are you kidding?” I said. “You were hotter than any of those strippers Layla hired.”
“True.”
He winked at me, and I momentarily forgot where I was even going with this conversation.
“What about you. Do you like surprises?” I asked.
“Depends. Sometimes I do.”
I gathered my courage. There was no time like the present.
“Remember when I threw up the day before the wedding and told you it was nerves?” I said.
He lowered his brows, looking concerned. “Yeah? Are you sick again?”
“It wasn’t nerves. I’m pregnant.”
Archer’s jaw dropped and his eyes lit up. “Are you serious, Lo?”
I nodded, grinning with the joy I could finally share. “I found out three weeks ago, and I wanted to tell you as a wedding gift.”
“Three weeks ago?” He looked up at the sky, laughing. “Damn, baby, I had no idea. And you’re feeling okay? Everything’s okay?”
I’d known Archer would become ultra-protective as soon as I told him I was carrying our child. He’d try to feed me, tell me to rest up, and take care of my every need.
“I’m great,” I assured him. “It’s still early, but the doctor said everything looked as good as it possibly can. I can fly and snorkel and everything else we planned for this trip.”
He put a palm on my stomach, his expression tender. “Our baby is in there.”
“Do you hope it’s a boy or a girl?”
He kissed me softly. “I don’t care. Healthy is all that matters.” His expression clouded. “Shit, I should have been more careful in bed last night.”
“No, it’s fine,” I assured him. “The doctor said sex is perfectly fine. Don’t treat me like I’m breakable now. I still want great sex.”
“And you’ll get it, Mrs. Holt. Scout’s honor.” He took me in his arms and kissed me. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world. You know that?”
I gazed up at him, feeling pretty giddy myself.
“Are you ready for the greatest adventure of all?” I asked. “Parenthood?”
His eyes sparkled as he answered, waves lapping at our feet.
“I’ve got the greatest partner there is, so yeah. Bring it on.”