Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Take that back. It is going to be great. Plus, this is the first time we are going to see my mama, since we left. Not to mention her and Jewel will finally get to meet.” Shit. Now I feel like an ass.
“I’m sorry, baby. You know how I feel about our home and life.” Her face softens and she puts her hand on my face.
“I know and I love our home too. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone, Alex.” She is trying to turn me into a bitch. But looking at the emotion on her face, I can’t help but feel it in my chest.
“The same, baby. The same. You have given me something to be thankful for. Something to love.” I put my hands on her stomach which is still my favorite spot whenever we are near one another. “And soon, there will be three of you for me to protect. Thank you for choosing me, Imogen. I will never let you regret it.” Ever.
EPILOGUE
EIGHT MONTHS LATER
“Hi sweet girl. Are you hungry?” No matter how many times a day I look at her beautiful chubby face, it feels like the first time. I pick her up from her crib and sniff her baby scent before sitting in the chair in front of the Cherry Blossom tree window to nurse her. “Come on baby girl.”
I love how she stares at me like I am the best thing in the world. I suppose I am since I have the milk. My fingers as usual rub her beautiful cheeks as she suckles my breast. I look over at the other crib and see my baby boy is still knocked out.
“No sight is more beautiful than this one.” I look up at my husband standing by the nursery room door and another light in my life shines.
“Hey you. What are you doing here? It’s early.”
“I was done for the day. My parents are going to be here in a few hours and so is your mom. I wanted some time to spend with my three favorite people before my kids are sucked up into the grandparent vortex.” I giggle as the pout forms. He is such a brat sometimes when it comes to sharing our attention.
“How are you feeling Pequeña?” He walks further into the room and walks over to our sons crib. It is like he has a daddy’s home radar or something. He could be sound asleep. Like just went down twenty minutes ago kind of sleep and the minute Alex walks in, he is wide awake. I watch as the little man stretches his tiny arms and reaches for his Papi. “Hola mi hijo.” he whispers to him, lifting him out of the crib. He does the same thing as me and smells him before he kisses his cheek. He sits in the other chair across from me, and holds our son against his chest, rocking while I finish feeding baby Mira. “I was asking you how you are feeling, angel.”
“Happy,” I tell him smiling.
“I am glad to hear it, baby. But I know how tiring it is for you right now. Especially since you will only let the nanny come in for three or four hours a day.” His version of a reprimand is funny and I emphasize that by smiling at him. “It is not funny, wife. You have seven month old twins, mi amor and you are four months pregnant. I worry you are going to overdo it.”
“I love taking care of our babies, Alex. Being a mom to Xander and Mira is more than I could have ever dreamed. I don’t want someone else raising my kids and taking care of my family.” I don’t. My mom might have been a silent housewife, but she did everything and it is that part of her that I admired.
“I am not saying that, my love. I just want you to let someone help you. Please.” I hate when he is worried about me. It makes me feel guilty and he doesn’t deserve that.
“Ok Alex. I will do as you have asked. Have I told you how much I love you?”
“It has been a few hours and you had a mouth full of cock. So, when these two go back down later, you can tell me again over and over when I am feasting on your pregnant pussy.” he winks and I soak the nursing chair. Damn I love that man.
EPILOGUE
TEN YEARS LATER
Knock knock. Shit. Why is it that every time I am balls deep in my wife, the cutest little cockblockers always want to interrupt? “Oh God Alex. Move. Please.” She squeezes her pussy muscles and it calls upon more strength then I have to acknowledge the knock.
“What?” I yell through the door, but from the bed.