Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 9925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 50(@200wpm)___ 40(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 50(@200wpm)___ 40(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
"Let's go bra shopping," she says. "Please?"
I chuckle. "You don't have to ask me twice."
We walk through the mall, noticing that it's pretty empty, but not surprised considering it's the middle of the week. We don't need to make a stop at the food court since we got takeout on our way here.
When we walk into the lingerie shop, Rachel's eyes get wide. "Oh my God," she says, "these are so cute." She points at a display of pink teddies.
"You've got to get one," I say. "You'd look so fucking good in that."
She looks over at me. "You think so?"
"Of course, baby," I say. I tuck my hand behind her head and pull her in for a soft kiss. "You know I fucking love you in anything. But in that, you'd look incredible."
She picks out her size and holds onto it as we continue to browse.
"What about these?" I say, pointing to a display of thongs. "Kind of cute, right?"
She smiles. "You think they'd look cute on me?"
"Baby," I say, "they'd look incredible on you. How about you get the ones that are white with pink hearts?"
She smiles. "I love them," she says, plucking a pair.
She finds a few bras to try on and I browse while she's in the dressing room. I find a hot pink robe that would skim her ass and I find her size, adding it to the growing pile of items we'll purchase.
"May I help you?" a saleswoman asks.
"Sure," I say. "We're going to take all of these. And I was wondering, do you have any nighties that might match this hot pink robe?"
She nods. "Of course, right this way." She leads me to a satin nightgown. It looks silky soft and against Rachel's skin, I know she'll feel decadent in it.
"I'll take it," I say.
Rachel joins me and the salesperson as we're finding her size. She has a handful of bras in her hand.
"How'd they fit?" I ask.
"Perfect," she says.
I'm so happy to see my baby girl so damn pleased with what she's found. She always complains that shopping online is impossible. This was a good idea.
When we go to the register, the salesperson asks if we need help with anything else. Rachel has her hand in mine, her cheek resting on my arm.
"We're good,” she says. "More than good."
"You're such a happy-looking couple," the saleswoman says.
"We are," Rachel says. "Been married five years."
"Wow," she says. "Congratulations."
We leave the store a few minutes later and head to a large department store on the other end of the mall.
"Can you believe we've been married five years?" Rachel says as we walk.
"Not really," I say. "It's surprising. It's gone by so fast. I know we said we weren't going to talk about having kids until we were 30, but we're both turning 30 in a month."
"What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking I want you to be happy,” I tell her. “I don't want you to have any pressure. I know you love your job. Being a teacher means so much to you, I wouldn't want you to have to take time off if you didn't want to."
"What do you want?" she asks me.
"I'd love to see you pregnant. I'd love to fill you up, watch you grow."
She laughs. "Ryan, it's not just about being turned on by a pregnant person. Do you want to be a father?"
"I want you to be happy. But yeah, I think I'd really like to be a dad."
She smiles. "I think so too. I mean, I think I'd like to be a mom."
"What are you saying?" I ask, stopping right then and there in the middle of the mall, looking at my wife. This conversation's pretty intense for being at a shopping center.
"I think we should try. Maybe it can be our birthday gift."
"Have you been thinking about this for a while, baby?" I ask her.
She shrugs. "A little bit. What about you?"
I nod. "A bit." I wrap my arms around her and I pick her up off the ground. She giggles as I do.
"You're crazy," she says.
"I'm not crazy," I say. "I'm madly in love with my wife."
"Are you turned on by her too?" Rachel asks, a sparkle in her eye as I set her down.
"You know I'm wild for you."
"Yeah, except you won't let me come," she says with a practiced pout.
I chuckle. "How about this? You go in the dressing room after you find some clothes to try on and you put on that white thong with the hearts on it and take a picture, show me how you look in it."
She licks her lips. "I don't think I'm allowed to tell you no."
"No," I tell her. "You're not. You've got to do what your daddy says."
CHAPTER 3
RACHEL
Ryan and I walk around the department store, browsing for some cute summer clothes. I find a few dresses and a pair of jean shorts.