Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Frank doesn’t have a family of his own. He lost his parents too. It’s something else we bonded over. We’ve built our own family now. Soon he’ll be a father too. Both our women are knocked up together. I'm still not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. I pocket my phone, telling myself I’ll give them another few minutes.
“Stop pacing. Shit makes me uneasy.” I stop. I didn't know I was even doing it. I run my hands through my hair. Fuck it. I’m done waiting. I haven’t had my cock in my wife all day. As much as I love our daughter, she can be a cock blocker and did just that this morning. I didn’t get to wake my wife up like I normally do with my mouth between her legs then finish deep inside of her.
I head out of the living room and up the stairs toward the master bedroom. We moved when we found out Rosabelle was pregnant. We both had a vision of a Father of the Bride home. We both wanted to give our children a real home. I also knew I wanted a handful of kids. Never did I want to fear that they would be left alone like I was. I wasn't mad at my parents for not giving me a brother or sister to still have once they were gone, but I’d learned from it. It’s why I already have another baby inside my wife.
I take off on a dead run when I hear my wife making a sniffing sound that I know is about to form a cry. She’s prone to burst into tears when she’s pregnant. I’m used to them. She’ll cry over the cute bear on the toilet commercial and she’ll wail when our daughter makes a happy giggle. Though sometimes those outbursts are because something is wrong. Either way, happy tears or not, that shit eats me up inside and I do whatever I can to stop them.
I burst into the double doors of our bedroom that is a complete and utter disaster from whatever they have been doing. My wife is on the floor with Rie behind her, trying to pull on a zipper, I think. It’s hard to tell from this angle.
“It won’t fit!” Rosabelle shouts at me like it’s my fault. I guess it kind of is. I was the one to knock her up again. Not that she put up a fight over it. I have to fight a small laugh, because I hate to admit that when she gets mad her face scrunches in the most adorable way. Not that she would agree with me on that.
This time she isn’t wearing a bodysuit and tutu. Thank fuck. That bodysuit I saw her in that first day showed off every inch of her perfection. This time she’s in an adorable unicorn onesie. It’s the exact same one she put our daughter in before I dropped her off at April’s.
But my girl is still dolled up. Her hair is once again blue, which I’ve missed, and her makeup is sparkly and bright. I know I’ll be wearing that glitter she has on for days and I’ll fucking love every second of it.
“This baby sprang up fast,” Rie says, referring to Rosabelle’s baby bump. She’s right. “I heard the second child can do that.”
“Now I have nothing to wear.” Rosabelle throws her hands up in the air. Rie stands, giving up on trying to zip her up.
“Babe. I don’t think you need to go anywhere. You wanted to get all dolled up for your man. Look at him. Mission accomplished. Keep your asses home and enjoy your night.” Rie stops to give me a hug before heading out. I’m down with Rie’s plan. I’m only going out because I thought that’s what she wanted to do. She gives a small sniffle. I fall to my knees in front of her, trying to fight the need to pin her to the ground and fuck her right now. I’ll get there before the night is over but first I have to see to my wife. She always comes first.
“Unicorns don’t cry.” I kiss her cheeks, knowing that always stops her from crying.
“Pretty sure I cried all over you that first day,” she reminds me. I pull her into my lap.
“Don’t like you crying but you can cry all over me anytime you want.”
“I love you.” She drops her head to my chest.
“Love you too.”
“You better love all of me. Pretty sure this baby is going to be a boy and your size.” My body shakes with laughter, making her look up at me.
“You know I love you pregnant. No worries there.” I slide my hands to her back, unzipping the zipper the rest of the way back down. “Missed the blue hair,” I tell her.