Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“I think you did,” she demands. “Maybe you can talk some sense into him or at least get him to pick just one of the girls and stick with that one, preferably the blonde, she’s not as… loud.”
“Jaz,” I groan. “Stop, you’re going to make my ears bleed.”
We give our orders and I sit back in my chair. The movement makes the little girl inside my stomach kick me in the ribs. “Ow,” I cry as I rub my ribs. “That’s not nice, bubby,” I say to my protruding stomach.
“She kicking again?” Jaz asks as she flies across the table and places her hand on my stomach.
“Yeah,” I laugh, moving her hand to the right spot. We both sit silently waiting to see if this baby will kick again but as usual, whenever Jaz touches my stomach, all movement ceases.”
“Sorry,” I cringe. “I don’t think it’s going to happen.” I’m 38 weeks pregnant and to say it’s getting a little squishy in there is an understatement, I’m just happy it’s almost over. This pregnancy is killing me. Women all over the world are always saying how beautiful pregnancy is but I’m hating it. I can’t wait to get this watermelon out of me.
“Damn it,” she grunts. “I swear your baby hates me.
“Yeah, probably,” I laugh.
“That’ll change when she’s sixteen and her overprotective mother refuses to let her out of her sight.”
“You stay away from my daughter,” I tell her. “No corrupting is going to be happening in this baby’s future.”
“We’ll see,” she smiles.
Our lunch comes out and we make quick work of annihilating it, well actually, I have to eat it in small bites and wait before taking another, otherwise, my stomach gets squished and if the baby moves, I end up throwing it all up. It's just great.
I’m paying the bill when my phone starts ringing in my pocket. I pull it out and see Logan’s name flashing across my screen. “Hey, what’s up,” I say as I try to juggle putting my change back in my wallet while using the other hand for the phone.
“What are you doing?” he questions.
“I’m with Jaz, we just finished lunch.”
“Cool, can you come down to the arena? I have a surprise for you.”
“Ok,” I smile. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
I hang up and pocket my phone before finding Jaz. “You want to come to the arena with me? Apparently, Logan has a surprise.”
“Sure,” she says as she collects her things off the table. We walk out to my car and jump in. “What kind of surprise?”
“No idea,” I say as I start up my car. We drive to the arena and soon find ourselves standing by the ice, looking at Logan in confusion. “What’s going on?” I ask.
“I told you, I have a surprise,” he says.
“What kind of surprise?” I ask, repeating Jaz’s question from earlier.
He grins back at me, refusing to say a word as he nods to the entrance. I turn around and see my brother walking through the door with a pair of skates slung over his shoulder.
A massive smile takes over my face as understanding dawns on me. He's been walking for the past year now, it started really slowly. He could only take a step or two at a time and it was shaky, to say the least. He then progressed to a few steps at a time with assistance.
It was my wedding day where he surprised the hell out of me and got out of his wheelchair, threw the walker away and walked me down the aisle. Logan had to catch him at the other end but it meant the absolute world to me.
He has come further and further ever since, though he started to notice the way I would casually loop my arm through his when he was walking. It didn’t take him long to realise I was only doing it just in case he was to fall. He shut that shit down real fast but seriously, one fall could ruin it all and I’m not about to take that risk.
“You’re going to skate?” I ask him as he gets closer.
“Yep,” he says in excitement.
My hands begin getting all fidgety as the nerves start seeping in. "You'll stay to the side, right? And hold the barrier?" I ask.
Logan slips his hand into mine, easily taking away some of my nerves. “Relax,” he tells me. “He’ll be fine. I’ll be with him the whole time, besides, I made a deal with him and I intend to keep it.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
“Remember the night I abducted Brendan from the rehab facility?”
“Yeah…?” I prompt.
“I told him if he was to get back on his feet, I’ll have him up on the ice with all the boys.”
“Shit,” I groan. “All the boys are here. You know he’ll get too excited and take on more than he can handle.”