Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I like that idea.
“I thought you had a meeting this morning.”
He turns the water off and we both step out. He wraps me in a towel, drying me off before pulling the hair tie from my hair and letting my curls fall free, something he always does when I pull it up. He even did it the first day I met him. He was that way with me from the very moment I ran right into him in the hallway. He picked me up, and instantly I belonged to him.
“I put a meeting on my schedule so my assistant couldn’t try and fill the space with something. You think I’d miss our kids’ first day of school?”
I look up into his eyes, shaking my head. I really don’t care much for Dylan’s new assistant. He’s always over-filling his schedule. I miss his old assistant, Marie, but she retired three months ago.
“Besides, the boys and I know you’re going to need this. We have a feeling you’re going to cry, and you know how much we hate that.”
I narrow my eyes at him, but I don’t deny he’s right. I’m a crier. I can't stop myself. It doesn't help that I have the worst cry face. My fair skin turns all red and blotchy and I usually end up hiccupping. I cry when I’m happy or sad, so I’m glad he’s coming. I was disappointed and a little shocked when I looked at his schedule last night and saw he had a meeting booked early. I didn't say anything, not wanting to make it an issue. I figured it was something important for him to have a meeting, because Dylan never misses anything when it comes to the boys and me.
He cups my face. “I’ll get dressed and get the boys up.” He kisses me hard, leaving me breathless. “Meet me in the kitchen,” he says before smacking my ass on the way out.
“Mmkay,” I answer, watching him go.
I turn to the mirror and start to get ready. When I make it to the closet I debate what to wear. My mind goes over my schedule for the day, and for a moment my hand pauses on a hanger. I try to think about what I’ll be doing with the rest of the day, and I draw a blank. Normally I have the boys to run around and our days packed with things to do. I hadn't thought about what I’ll do now that my twins are starting kindergarten and I’ll be home alone.
Chapter 2
Dylan
I’m in the workshop and I can still hear Emily stomping around in the house. I don’t know what I’m doing out here, but we both needed time to cool off.
I look over and see the twins building a box out of spare wood I had lying around and give a heavy sigh. I don’t like fighting with her, because I feel like it’s my job to make her happy. But since the boys started school she feels adrift. She was never one to sit around at home, but I’ve gotten busier with my company in the last year and I’m not home as much as I used to be. I didn’t think it was putting a strain on us until this morning when she told me she interviewed for a job.
I should have been happy about her working part time at the library. But instead I’m out here sulking and thinking about all the ways she’s not one hundred percent mine. She should work if that’s what makes her happy, but I’m selfish when it comes to my bride. I want her all to myself and with our boys. In my mind I know that them going to school has left her without some purpose, and I know that me being at work more has put a strain on that as well. I’m working late a couple nights a week, and sometimes I’m gone before she even wakes up. I’m full beast when it comes to her, though, so in my mind as long as we’re having sex everything's okay. But I’ve seen how things have begun to drift and her telling me she’s going to work outside the home sent me over the edge.
I let out another deep sigh knowing that I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I should have been supportive, but instead I’m just an idiot.
“Come on, boys. Let's go back in the house and get ready for dinner,” I say, and they take off running.
I need to go in the house and apologize and make things right. Even if it doesn’t feel right in my chest yet. Besides, it’s just an interview. She said herself that they had a lot of people applying for the job. Maybe this is just the wakeup call I needed to pull back from work and make sure Emily is getting everything she needs.