Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Is there something you forgot to do today?” he snaps, and my eyebrows pinch together at his tone.
“Not that I know of.” I fold the pair of jeans and look into the phone. “But I have read in the baby books that pregnancy brain is a real thing.”
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs softly, and my heart melts, like it usually does with him, “I didn’t get any good morning pictures of you and my girls.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m going to laugh when we find out it’s two boys,” I tell him and open my pictures, sending him the one I took this morning. “There, I sent it.”
“Thank you. What time are you getting here?”
“I’m only coming tomorrow,” I say and see the disappointment on his face. “I’m going to come with my parents.”
“It’s been a week,” he grumbles out his frustration.
“I know,” I tell him. “Trust me, I know.” It’s been a week of nothing but a heaviness in my heart from the moment he walked out the door to go back home. Every time I got on the phone with him, I wanted to bring up our living situation, but I was always scared to. What if it’s just too much for him and he’s not ready? “But I’ll be there tomorrow afternoon,” I state with a smile on my face, “and I think I can stay until next Sunday.” I don’t think, I know I can. I busted out six meetings this week so I can work from there next week, but I also don’t want to push myself on him.
“What do you mean, you think?” His frustration is definitely making him crabby. “When are you going to know?”
“Later on today,” I lie to him. I can’t just come out and be like, I can stay. “I have to make sure that I can push some meetings around.”
“Push them all around,” he mumbles. “I have to go. I’ll call you back.”
“Okay, Crabby McPatty,” I tease when he glares and hangs up.
I finish folding the pants and then walk out to my office, looking to see how my schedule will be in the following month. The five big contracts I’ve got have been full steam ahead, and we are in the middle of finalizing everything. It’s been a lot of going back and forth to make sure all the buildings had staged apartments for viewing. I’ve had to get all the furniture for twenty-five units in five buildings. It’s been a roller-coaster ride over the past couple of months, and I’m happy it will be quieting down.
I make notes and email a couple of my suppliers, ensuring we are all on schedule. I press send when the doorbell rings and get up, looking down and seeing that I’ve been working nonstop for the past three hours. I’m walking down when the doorbell rings again. “Hold your horses,” I snap, opening the door and seeing him standing, holding on to the doorjamb with both his hands, his head bent. “What are you doing here?” I say, shocked for about two seconds before I launch myself in his arms.
“I came to pick you up,” he says, kissing me, “but we have to hurry. The plane is waiting.”
“Oh my God,” I say when he puts me down and takes me to my bedroom, “it’s like you borrowed a car and not a plane.”
“Called my father.” He looks around my bedroom, spotting my bag. “He said I could borrow the plane.”
“So extra, we were coming down tomorrow,” I remind him, ecstatic that he’s here.
“But now you can come to work with me tonight.” He holds my face in his hands. “Because I missed you, and I want you with me.”
I pretend to be annoyed, but the smile just fills my face. “Fine, whatever.” He kisses my lips. “I’ll go pack my office stuff, and my bag is over there.”
“It’s so small,” he notes, picking it up. “You should leave some of your stuff at my place so you don’t have to carry it back and forth.” The only thing I hear is some stuff and not all your stuff, so I turn and walk out of the room before he sees that it bothers me.
“I’ll be ready in five,” I toss over my shoulder, going to my office. Four and a half minutes later, I’m walking out of my house with my cowboy beside me, and I can’t wait to be back in his house.
“Oh my gosh!” I squeal when we pull up at his grandparents’ house for the gender reveal. “What in the world did she do?” I ask, looking at the decorations that fill the front lawn with blue and pink cowboy boots.
“She said she wasn’t going to go all out and was going to keep it simple.” Gabriel looks out the window.