Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
From her encouragement, he’s gotten into running to burn off all that energy he keeps stored up all day in school. The kid never tires, so now he outruns us all. He’s taking after me and growing like a weed at his age. I just know I’m going to blink, and he’s going to be in high school. But I guess that’s how it works. We look up, and they’re grown.
She’s still too far ahead for my liking but turns around and starts walking backward. “He told me he’s going to run around the Eiffel Tower this summer when he visits Anna.” She laughs. “Hope she enjoys running.”
“She enjoys yoga and shopping, if that counts.”
“We all have our skill sets.” She stops to wait for us.
When I reach her, she kisses the baby strapped to my chest on the head. Daisy Grange giggles and coos, kicking her legs wildly for her mom. She utterly adores her. We all do. She loves my son as if he’s one of Pris’s brood. I can’t think of anything better than for him to be loved by so many parents and extended family.
As for my gorgeous wife, it’s not just our lives that revolve around her. She’s our entire universe, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Pris lifts on her toes and kisses me next, still holding her side to release the cramp she got from running. Climbing up the hill from where our house sits on the edge of the woods in the lower pasture, we’ve worn a path up to Grandpa’s house.
Sunday dinners are the family tradition we put in place, but Thomas eats with us most nights and then sits with us on the porch, listening to the flow of the nearby river. But tonight, Uncle Baylor is in town. Beck couldn’t wait. Pris can’t either. It’s not been that long since he’s been here, but it’s always good to see him.
I’m hoping to rope him into a game of basketball. We built a half court last year that I get a lot of use out of. Sometimes, I even get her dad out there with Beck and me. He has a decent free throw for someone who claimed he never played.
Pris swings her arm out dramatically, bringing Daisy’s and my attention to her. “I don’t know when I got so out of shape. I used to run this place practically by myself. Now I can’t even keep up with an eight-year-old.”
“He’s very fast.”
“I’ll give him that.” We keep walking.
“And you still do run this place. It’s a success because of you. It’s okay to have a baby and recover at a pace that feels right for you.” I catch her hand before she escapes again. “And you’re so fucking sexy I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“No swearing while carrying Daisy. As for the last part, it’s not your hands you struggle keeping off me.” I chuckle. No lie is detected. “Since you brought it up, I wanted to give this to you.”
I’m not even sure what we’re talking about, but I’m curious. “What is it?” I look down and see a pregnancy test in her hand. My eyes flash from the test to her eyes and back again. “It’s positive?” I ask with hope filling my chest.
Swinging her finger in the air, she says, “This is the part that loops back to you finding me utterly irresistible—”
I pull her to my side and kiss her forehead. “I do. I find you irrevocably irresistible.”
She tears up and then laughs. “I thought I could play this off like it’s no big deal, but it’s a big deal, babe.”
With the baby still between us, I say, “I can’t think of anything better than having more babies with you.” I hold her under my arm and kiss her head again until she tilts her chin to kiss me back. “I didn’t know life could be this good.”
“I did.” Her confidence has always been such a fucking turn-on, but it was her heart that loved me enough to wait for me to catch up to her. Now that I am, I’m never letting her go. “This is the good life.”