Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Emma and Barry have moved into the apartment that I shared with Emma, and Whiskey and I are in his apartment, and we rent out the house. I preferred his apartment and its where he always felt more at home in. The baby’s room is done and ready right next door to us.
My mother and father have been around more, which comes at a surprise to both Whiskey and me, because if I wanted to see my father before, I had to make arrangements, and now they come over all the time.
Tonight is a celebration for my father’s birthday, and I’m struggling with what to wear.
Whiskey finally comes home from work, and his arms immediately wrap around my waist. “How are my beautiful girls?”
“Tired and missing you.”
He chuckles in my ear then nips it. “I’ll take time off soon, I promise.”
I groan as I reach for a red dress that’s stretchy enough for my round belly. Handing it to him, he helps me into it, then does it up. He kisses my shoulder before he steps away undoing his tie and replacing it with a red one to match what I’m wearing.
“Do I have to go?” I whine.
Whiskey has been so good. Better than good. I can’t get enough of him.
“Yes.” He kisses my nose, then grips my hand as we leave.
My mother greets us first, wrapping her arms around me. Then she kisses Whiskey on the cheek before pulling away. She still isn’t his biggest fan, but since he has been including them in all appointments with the baby, she has warmed up to him.
My father yells my name with a wine in his hand as he walks his way toward me, then he hugs me. Yeah, he’s become a hugger, which I never expected from him. So, I hug him back before he shakes hands with Whiskey.
“Sixty and about to be a grandfather,” he says, smirking. “Couldn’t be happier.” And I believe him when he says that. Because for some reason, I believe he will treat my daughter differently than he treated me. He announced his retirement a few weeks ago, and I can see the heaviness that has lifted now. I see it in my mother as well.
“We found out the sex,” Whiskey says, smiling. He pulls out an envelope and hands it to my father. “Happy birthday.”
My mother goes to snatch it away, but my father manages to get it first. “Is it in here?”
I nod at his excitement. He turns to my mother. “You can find out after me.”
She pokes her lip out as he opens it, and when he does, he smiles, then looks at me. “She’s going to be as beautiful as you are.”
“A granddaughter?” my mother asks, a tear leaving her eye. I didn’t know she could cry. I guess I’m proved wrong.
“The best birthday present ever,” my father says as Clinton walks over. I haven’t seen him since he told me the truth about Whiskey.
Whiskey straightens when he sees him and grips my back. I told Whiskey it was Clinton who told me, and he hasn’t seen him since.
Clinton eyes us and turns and walks the other way.
We mingle, get compliments, and then we leave. It’s one of my favorite events because the pressure is gone. And I actually enjoy it.
How my life got to where it is today reads like a fictional novel full of stress and deceit. But in the end, it’s worked out. And I got the man who looks at me as if I’m the air he breathes.
What more could I ask for?
His hands touch my body, lifting the dress from me. And a mouth so hot touches my belly, kissing it before we even get to the bedroom.
“In this life, and the next, I would choose you, over and over again.”
I grip his head and pull it to my lips. “And I would choose you.”
Whiskey lifts me up, big belly and all, and carries me to our bed. He treats me as if I’m fragile, like I could break. Until I’m on top and taking control.
He likes it when I take control.
And as much as I love him, Whiskey stole my heart with blackmail, but what he didn’t expect was to love me.