Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
“Not as much as I want to be in it,” she gives me a teary eyed smile. “I won’t let you down again.”
I give her an amused smile, “And I won’t get pregnant again.”
A pillow hits me in the face. I snort and place it behind my head. “Hungry?”
“Starving.”
“I’ll put dinner on, tell me what’s going on with you. How are things back home?” I stand and walk into the kitchen. Pulling things from the fridge, I smile when she puts Dillan in his swinging chair by the door. It’s away from everything but I put him in there when I’m doing the cooking and what not.
Conversation flows easily over dinner, I find myself laughing more in one evening with my mum than I ever did in my entire life of living with her.
When the time comes for her to leave, I find myself feeling rather sad. Dillan, who is sweetly oblivious to everything but his feeding, pooping and sleeping times, even seems to cry when she leaves.
She hugs me, it’s stiff but she’s trying.
For the first time since Dillan was born I’m in the house alone. I miss Nathan.
I miss him a lot.
Sasha and Tommy came to visit a week before my mum, they both want to come again soon. I’m looking forward to it but for now I just want some quiet with my son and my… I mean Nathan.
Dillan is almost one month old already, he’s lifting his head and his feeding has settled. I can’t wait to see his first smile. So much so, that I’m constantly playing with him, trying to get more than petrol from him and baby vomit.
Placing Dillan in his cot, I switch on the baby monitor and head downstairs, flicking on lights as I go. I wonder when Nathan will be back, it’s getting late and I know he dislikes driving in the dark.
Hmm, I fancy a Horlicks.
As I’m boiling the milk in a saucepan, the front door opens and closes. I hear the tell-tale signs of Nathan taking his jacket off and hanging it up.
My face immediately lights up with a smile and my legs carry me into the hall at a record speed.
“Oomph,” Nathan steps back as I collide with him, arms around his neck. “Miss me?”
“How did it go?” I tilt my head back and look at him. “I want to know everything!”
Uh-oh, his face drops and my heart drops with it. He was relying on this person. I’m not sure exactly how it works but I know Nathan won’t be able to go forward until he finds someone to help him create his jewellery.
“Hey,” I say softly. “It’ll be okay.”
“Yeah,” he nods, his hands on my hips. “It will.” I’m blinded by his sudden beaming smile full of joy and excitement. “I got it.”
“No way,” I choke. “You’re kidding?”
“Nope, I got it. We start Monday.”
“Oh my god,” I squeal and hold him tighter, my face going to his neck. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Where’s Dillan?” He pulls back slightly, his eyes scanning the immediate area for the baby.
“Sleeping upstairs,” I tap the baby monitor that’s attached to the loop of my jeans. “We should celebrate… oh crap!” I pull away from him and race back into the kitchen.
Well… the milk is hot that’s for sure.
“Oops,” I mumble and take the saucepan from the hob where the milk has bubbled over and spilled everywhere.
“I’ll do that,” Nathan says as I grab a cloth.
I wave him off, “You’ve been working hard, go and sit down. Are you hungry?”
“Not really, I ate before I left the city.”
I give him a teasing smile, “Oh, I guess you don’t want the cookies I made then.”
He instantly perks up, “Cookies?”
“Yep,” I laugh when he darts for the oven and takes out the foil wrapped plate full of chocolate chip circular treats. “Share,” I open my mouth and wait for him to pop in a small mouthful.
He grins, places it in front of my mouth, as soon as I go to close my mouth around it he puts it in his own mouth and swallows with a groan. “Too good to share.”
“I made them,” I argue, still cleaning down the hob.
“I purchased the ingredients.” This time he does place a piece in my mouth.
He’s so right. Way too good to share. I snatch the plate from his hand and run.
“Hey,” I hear him whine before his footsteps follow mine right before he snags me around the waist and pulls me back into his chest. “They’re my celebration cookies!”
“Actually, they’re your welcome home cookies. Your celebration cake is in the fridge.”
He immediately forgets the cookies and prowls back into the kitchen.
The large white chocolate cake covered in dark blue icing sits proudly on the shelf in the middle. Placing the cookies on the side I pull the cake out, and show him the silver icing that spells, “CONGRATULATIONS!”