Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“I really need to find a solicitor to look this over,” I say to Nathan, who is looking over images of his finished products for the Essex store. It won’t be long now until it’s complete, though Nathan’s excitement seems to be diminishing. His love for me and the kids still soars; it’s more his soul that seems to be fading to a dull aura.
“I have one in mind who deals with those types of contracts.” He kisses my hair and flips another laminated page in the red binder. “What do you think to the new line of charms?”
“I still think you should do a mermaid one and a unicorn one!” I push my leg beneath the folder and over his lap.
“I was thinking of adding a fairy-tale line. It would be great for kids.”
I slap his chest. “I love fairy-tales and I’m not a kid.”
“That could be easily protested.”
“Hey,” I whine but it’s swallowed by his kiss. He throws the contract and folder away and leans into me, devastating my nerves and senses with a deep, all-consuming kiss. “Christ.” I whimper as his lips move down my neck and to my breast, where he nuzzles and snuggles with a happy, contented sigh.
“Any charms you want, any at all, you just tell me and they’re yours.”
“I want a penis one.”
He sighs again, this time from exasperation. “That’s not happening.”
“Boobies?”
“And you got upset when I called you a child?”
I grin happily and adjust my body beneath his. “You still haven’t taken me to the gym yet.”
“True. I miss having one ready in my basement.”
“In a few years we can afford a bigger house again,” I assure him and tickle the back of his hair with gentle touches.
“As soon as we get married, we’ll start exploring our options.”
“I want land, like we had before.”
“Me too,” he agrees, smiling. “And a room for a gym.”
“And an office for you and a greenhouse!”
“And a conservatory that leads onto a deck where we can hose the kids down and host barbecues.”
Grinning, I grab his hair and lift his head so I can look at his stunning eyes, a shade lighter than melted chocolate. “I want a huge kitchen, a dining area and a living room.”
“You can have it all. Anything you want, it’s yours.”
I release his head and he kisses the top of my breast. “Promise?”
“That’s a promise I can definitely make.”
“Go get me some doughnuts then from that doughnut place.”
“Fine, but only because I have a craving for the raspberry one and not because of my undying love for you.”
“Right,” I giggle, which turns into a squeal when he starts nibbling at my neck. “Go. I’m hungry.”
“You just ate.”
“I need calories to keep up the size of my rear.”
“And what a lovely rear it is.” He grabs it and rolls over me. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Thank you, baby, you’re the best.”
“That I am. Now choose a venue and get wedding planning.”
“Aye aye.” I salute him and whistle at him as he leaves.
Gwen: I need help planning a wedding.
Sasha: Me too!
Gwen: We can do this.
Sasha: That we can, my lady bitch.
Gwen: Let’s not turn this into a Bride Wars thing and accidentally book our weddings on the same day.
Sasha: And no talk about a joint wedding. My day is MINE and your day is YOURS.
Gwen: Agreed. I think I want to get married at the HAC.
Sasha: You would think that the amount of time I’ve spent wanting to marry Tommy, I’d have a clue where and when.
Gwen: You baffle me.
Sasha: I already have my dress picked out.
Gwen: Well, that’s a start.
Opening my laptop, I flick through images of dresses that I find on a search engine. There are so many gorgeous styles, though none call to me in the sense that a particular style cries out, “I’M THE ONE.”
But then it happens. I find the perfect one. The one that I’ll need to replicate to a T or I’ll never be happy with another.
Gwen: I just found my dress too and the maker is local!
Sasha: Well duh, everything is in London… Shall I come next weekend?
Gwen: YES! Though with or without you I’m going to find it alone. You can just see it next weekend.
Sasha: Whatever, but I get dibs on seeing it before anyone else.
Gwen: Deal.
“Why are you so happy?” Nathan asks, standing in the doorway with a box of doughnuts in his hands.
“I didn’t hear you come in.” I can’t contain my smile as I snatch the doughnuts away and open the box, only to discover a doughnut missing. “Greedy git. Who said you could have the first one?”
“Me.” We both drop onto the couch side by side, and he chooses a movie as I choose my first doughnut.
“Okay,” I announce. “This will be my very last piece of junk food until our wedding in July. I know it’s a way away, but I want a summer wedding because I don’t want to be freezing my nipples off when we take photos outside of the venue, which, I believe should be the HAC, not only because you get it at a discounted rate but also because it’s beautiful…”