Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Where is it?” she asked, I’m guessing, herself.
Or possibly her bear.
It was definitely possible she was talking to the bear.
The bear that we’d gotten her the day that she was born, and she carried with her everywhere.
She bent down and opened the “oven” door and said, “Ah-ha!”
She pulled the colander out of the oven, sniffed it, then turned to her bear and narrowed her eyes. “Did you piss in this?”
I snorted out a laugh and kept walking, letting her play since she was doing it without tearing the house down around her for once.
I moved farther down the hall to where I could hear the water running.
Dima was on the floor in the hallway outside of the bathroom. He had his phone out and his face buried in one hand as his shoulders shook.
I was just about to ask him what he was laughing about when I heard it.
“If you’re happy and you know it wash your penis!” my son sang. “If you’re happy and you know it, make your balls show it. If you’re happy and you know it wash your penis!”
I glanced down at Dima’s phone that was recording the whole interaction, though the closed door was all you could see.
Shaking my head and kicking his foot as I passed, I kept walking down the length of the hallway to the master bathroom.
I took my own shower, and because I was happy, I, too washed my penis.
I got a whole lot happier when my wife joined me in the shower.
“I have a babysitter, and I’m using him,” she breathed as she jumped at me. “God, do you know how turned on it makes me when you go out and do those manly things like that outside my kitchen window?”
“Yes,” I answered honestly.
“Well, then,” she stated. “You better get to work.”
I got to work.
And since I was so good at working, I went ahead and made her another baby while I was at it.
Nine months later, we added another baby to our crazy life.
Four kids under six.
Some might call us crazy—hell, I might join them—but there was no one else in the world that I would rather do life with than Milena.
She had no clue that she was about to walk into my life and turn it upside down, but I’d known from the moment that I saw her that it would never be the same.
And I was right.
She’d rocked my world, tore it apart, then built it back up around me.
There Milena was, building me a goddamn world, and she didn’t even know it.
To say that love was a miracle would be an understatement.