Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“Are you calling me fat?”
“No, you’re beautiful.” I placed my hand on her tummy, and my heart skipped a beat.
Who could’ve imagined that the elusive Garrett Jacobi would be here? All my life, I chased after my dreams, never once thinking that something as simple as a wife and child would mean more to me than all my past dreams combined.
I still wake up in the middle of the night sometimes to just stare at her. I thought when I started my first startup, and it took off, that there could be no greater feeling in the world. Then, after I married her, that feeling was once again surpassed, but not even that compares to what I feel now. Just to sit here with her like this feels as if my whole world is in my hands.
EPILOGUE
ALYSSA
“Iwant highlights.”
“You can’t have them.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re pregnant, you moron, and because I don’t feel like dealing with your crazy husband and his shit; he’s already been up my ass on account of you.”
“Me? What the hell did I do?”
“Oh, let’s see. You got me to come over here late at night and sneak you out to go joyriding because you were bored.” I waved that off. “That was weeks ago.”
“Yeah, well, you almost got that poor guard fired.”
“It’s not my fault he didn’t look in the backseat. Everybody knows you’re supposed to check the backseat. At least now they’ve boosted security.”
“What about last week when the doctor told you to lay off the salt, and you asked me to bring you junk food? Your husband damn near stroked out. You’re such a pain in the ass.”
“He worries about every damn thing, don’t pay him no mind.”
“That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one fielding threats just for breathing.”
“Whatever, what’s in the bag?”
“Doritos, and you can’t have any.” She grabbed the bag and put it up high on a shelf way out of reach. I wish the people around here would stop treating me like I’m an invalid. I’ve been walking on eggshells ever since the doctor said the word pregnant.
Garrett, who was already being a pain in the ass, upped the ante into crazy land. If I sneeze, he calls the doctor, and that quack comes running. If I have to put up with another four months of this shit, somebody’s gonna get it.
“Well, what do you plan to do to my hair?”
“I’m not cutting it again that’s for sure. Did you ever realize how obsessed with you your husband is? I barely took a few inches off the ends of your hair, and he bitched at me for a week. And you.” She bumped my shoulder, “It was all your idea, and you just sat there and acted like it was mine.”
“Why the hell would I sit through one of his lectures when you can take the heat? Isn’t that what sisters are supposed to do?”
“Yes, big sisters, you’re older than me remember.”
“Only by a few months, stop whining.” Could you believe it?
Mitzie came back from England a different person. I guess Garrett’s meddling ass made her see a therapist over there who straightened her head out, and now I’m her new best friend, while the very mention of her mother can send her into a rage.
At first, I thought it was all an act, but then she went to my mother and apologized and she even apologized to Dad and the boys as well. Then she pestered my ass for days until I gave in and gave her the time of day. And she’s been on my ass like a barnacle ever since.
We’d gone to pay Helen a visit at her request because she said she wanted to see the woman who gave birth to her one last time. That was something to see. I’ve never seen anyone, except for Garrett, take down someone with words without raising their voice.
She accused Helen of ruining her life, of taking her away from the father who loved her to try to steal mine and everything else in between. Helen was stuck on the fact that we came there together and were no longer at each other’s throats, but she really lost her shit when Mitzie called Mom Aunt Gigi. I didn’t say shit because I had nothing to say to that hag. Looking good and feeling good was my revenge.
I think this pregnancy is making me stupid or soft, one or the other. We’ve had many dinners here at the house with the whole family, and even the boys have been coming around. The wives have already accepted her, and I guess that has a lot to do with the fact that I have forgiven her.
Plus, Garrett is obsessed with his cretin having all the family he or she could have for some reason, so he likes having family time with everyone as often as he blinks. He thinks he’s slick, that I don’t know what he’s doing.