Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
There was no chance of this being secret for the next five months if Big Mouth knew. But more than that, would I be able to resist trying to get it out of her? Not knowing what we were having was killing me. Becoming a father was the most exciting thing to happen to me, and I was consumed by curiosity. I would love my kid no matter what, but I really wanted to know. I supposed if Fern accidentally let it slip, so be it. But I would never go against Presley’s wishes to find out.
“The baby is going to be my crother or cister,” Alex said with a mouth full of ice cream.
Presley squinted. “Huh?”
“My cousin and my brother or sister. Crother or cister.”
Damn. Thanks to his uncle boinking his mother, that was true. Poor kid.
“I get it now,” I said. “Crother or cister like cruncle—crappy uncle.” I chuckled.
Alex laughed. “Cruncle used to stand for crappy uncle. Now, it’s cuncle—cool uncle.”
“Nice! I’ve been upgraded. Thanks, buddy.”
“You’re welcome.” He giggled and got up to put his bowl in the sink before running off.
Presley yawned as she rubbed her stomach. “I think I’m crashing from the sugar. I’m feeling tired.”
“It’s either that or, you know, the fact that you’re carrying around a little human.”
“Thank you for the ice cream.” She stood from her chair. “I’m gonna head to the room and lie down.”
“I’ll join you in a bit.” I wriggled my brows. “I promise I got the hint that you’re really tired. I won’t try anything. I’ll just rub your feet if you’re not in the mood.”
“I’m never too tired for that,” she whispered. “I just need a little nap and I’ll get a second wind.”
Fern snickered from the corner of the room as she prepared her tea. That woman had supersonic hearing.
The old lady and I were the only ones in the kitchen once Presley left.
Fern steeped her tea as she headed toward the hallway to return to her room. “You’re just dying to know, aren’t you?” she said as she passed.
I stared her down silently. Of course, I want to know. But there was no way I’d break my vow and ask.
Fern took a sip of her tea. “It’d be mighty funny if this baby ended up looking like Tanner and not you, wouldn’t it?”
“I’m sure you’d be tickled if that happened.”
She winked. “Tickled pink.”
Then she disappeared down the hall.
It took me a second.
Tickled pink.
Holy shit.
I let the euphoria sink in for a few seconds.
Wow—girl dad.