Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Chance, me, Ethan, and Raze. Together we’ll build a future… a home.
If it’s one thing I’ve learned, nothing in this life is easy, but building a home with them will be worth every drop of sweat.
I’m happy that the man who’s my pillar of strength is by my side and that I can focus on just loving him the way he deserves to be loved.
I smile up at Chance, glad that we’re finally getting the opportunity to live a life of our choosing.
Our choices. Our freedom. Our love.
And a future that holds endless possibilities.
Watching Chance chop wood is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m supposed to be planting crops and feeding my chickens, but instead, I’m staring at my man.
In the past six months, we’ve helped to rebuild the ward. As a reward for our part in the war, Quinlan allowed us to claim one of the outer wards as our own.
We chose our old ward. It took a long time to clean it, but at least we didn’t have to build a house from scratch.
We gave the dead a proper burial.
The animals are no longer inside the ward but outside in pens that Chance and Ethan made for them.
We still use the drill zone to keep fit, just in case we’re forced to defend what’s ours.
The dining hall has been changed into a living room and dining room. It’s more homely. The old sleeping quarters is where Ethan lives, and Raze took Kenzo’s old room.
The old animal enclosure and vertical farms have been cleaned out. We now use the space for storage.
Everything is working out perfectly.
Glancing at Raze, I say, “I’m taking a break.”
She just smirks at me when she sees me walking in Chance’s direction.
He slams an ax down on a piece of wood, and I let out a chuckle. “I could watch you chop wood all day long, but right now, I need you to come with me.”
Worry fills his eyes until he sees the desire on my face. The corner of his mouth lifts. “Yeah, I figure we have enough wood to start making the crates to store the vegetables in.”
“It can definitely wait until later.”
I hold my hand out to him, and when his fingers wrap around mine, I tug him toward our house because there’s only one thing missing. A baby.
With a bit of luck and a lot of hot steamy sex, we’ll hopefully celebrate the new year with us expecting our first child.
I have many dreams for our future, and slowly they’re all coming true.
The End.