Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
If I get this sale, it’s going to be my eleventh since I started my company ten months ago. I’ve been killing it! This whole area is an untapped market. The only other real estate company in town specialized in ranches and they barely had a working website. I left the ranches to them and took over the housing real estate market. It’s been amazing!
“I love these tiles,” Patricia says. “What are they?”
“Porcelain,” I say, happy that I memorized that detail. “They’re more durable than ceramic, which comes in handy if you’re planning on having kids. They won’t crack as easily and—”
Water suddenly sprays all over the tiles.
I stare at it in confusion until I realize it’s coming from me.
Oh, yeah. I’m nine months pregnant. I’m enormous.
“Did your water just break?” Jeremy asks as he stares at me in shock.
“Yup!” I say with my cheeks burning red. “But don’t worry, it won’t stain the tiles. They’ll still be in perfect condition if you choose this wonderful property to be your home.”
“Jeremy,” Patricia says in a tight voice as she grabs my arm. “Call an ambulance.”
“No, no,” I say as I pull out my cell phone. “I’ll call my husband. He’ll be right over.”
I call Noah and tell him the news.
I can hear the edge in his voice even though he’s trying to remain calm. He’s so excited about this baby. We’re having a boy, which I’m thrilled about. I’m anxious to see if he takes after his father. With my husband’s manly genes, I wouldn’t be surprised if he came out of me with a full beard and tattoos.
Noah makes it over in record time. Jeremy and Patricia help me to the driveway as he comes speeding up the road.
Our adorable seven-month-old puppy—a Bloodhound named Rex—is in the front seat. He suddenly disappears when Noah slams on the brakes.
“Watch the dog!” I shout as Noah leaps out of the truck and rushes over. He’s looking a little panicky. Everyone is except for me.
I’ve grown a lot in the past year with Noah by my side and I’m feeling like there’s nothing I can’t do. Even if this labor is tough, I know I can handle it. I can handle anything with this strong supportive man next to me.
“Check out the rest of the place without me,” I say as Noah walks me to the truck. “Just leave through the garage door when you’re done. It’s a lovely home and I’m sure you’ll be really—“
“Megan!”
I look up at Noah in shock. “Yeah?”
“You’re in labor. Clock out, will ya? Stop selling.”
I just can’t help it. I love my job and I just want to see people happy in a house that matches them perfectly.
But… There is a human trying to pass through my loins at the moment, so maybe he has a point.
I slip into the passenger seat, pick up Rex (who is fine by the way), and we head out to the hospital, about to start one more incredible adventure together.
With Noah by my side, I know it’s going to be amazing.
Epilogue
Noah
Fifty years later…
“What are you doing out here?” Megan asks as she walks out of the house with a smile. “Did that tree fall down during the storm last night?”
I shove the ax into the fallen log and stand up straight, watching my beautiful wife as she walks over.
This woman still keeps me mesmerized. She has for the past fifty years.
Even now, in her seventies, with that gorgeous smile and those alert blue eyes, I still find her as sexy as the first time I saw her, dancing and singing on that dance floor.
“It’s been teetering for a while,” I say as I look down at the fallen tree. It’s on the side of our property, away from our trucks and house. “I guess last night it finally fell.”
“Awww,” she says as she walks over and stands beside me. She looks down at the fallen tree like she’s sad to see it go. “I can call Mikey to come cut it up with the chainsaw. You don’t have to do it all on your own.”
I pull my shirt off with one smooth motion and drop it onto the log. “Do I look like I need help?” I ask with a grin.
She exhales long and hard as those sexy little eyes roam over my naked torso. I might not be as strong as the day I met her, but I can still take on any man in his twenties and win. I can still take care of my property, cutting up any fallen trees, and I can still take care of my woman. In fact, I did last night. We were cooking up our own storm inside while the weather raged out here.
“No,” she says as she slides her hand up my hard stomach and over my chest. The hairs on my chest may be gray, but the muscle there still works just fine. “You look like you can handle this all by yourself.”