Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
I look down, staring at her eyes, and I’m amazed. Amazed that this woman is mine. After all we’ve been through—and maybe precisely because of that.
She is funny and strong. So fucking talented, sarcastic and smart. But at the same time, she is real. And vulnerable. And mine. God, damn, so fucking mine.
“You don’t need it anymore.” I finger the anchor necklace I gave her when I was in college. “You have me.”
“I need both,” she smiles, kissing my pecs through my shirt.
She is wrong.
She doesn’t need anybody.
She can conquer the world, in her sensible shoes and knee-length dresses, not giving a damn about what anyone thinks.
I take her hand, kiss her palm and guide it to my raging erection. I’m always hard for this woman. Always.
“You mean the three of us?” I grin into her lips, and she clutches my jeans, a little too hard for my liking.
“You know what I need?” she asks, and for some reason, there’s sweat coating her beautiful forehead. I cock one eyebrow.
“I need you to drive me to the hospital. My water just broke.”
“I knew you were hard for me.” I lick her neck, and she punches my arm. Hard.
“Jaime!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll grab your bag.”
Fifteen hours later, Melody and I welcome our first daughter, Daria Sophia Followhill. My parents are boarding a plane from San Diego to see her. They’re excited. Mel’s parents are coming, too, at the end of the month.
My father still doesn’t know about mom and coach Rowland. I never told him. There was never much point.
He doesn’t love her, and she doesn’t love him.
They have so much money. So many means. And here I am, with a wife and a new baby, still cut-off from their fortune because of the choices I took.
And I’m happy, because I don’t need money. I have my girls, and that’s enough.
It. Is. Everything.
THE END