Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
When I didn’t respond, she let out an exasperated breath. “I knew you wouldn’t be thrilled with the idea, but I hoped you would be at least a little happy about it.”
“Ten years ago, I would’ve been good with it. Hell, I would have been more than good with it. But you gotta know I’m too old for a baby.”
“You’re not too old,” Luna interjected. “You’re just right.”
“You think so?”
“Um-hmm.” She nodded with a smile. “You play Barbies good, and you let me paint your fingernails.”
“Kid, that’s between you and me.”
“I know.” She smiled. “But I really want a baby sister.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah, and I want her to have your hair and Momma’s eyes. And I want her to be nice like me. And you can fix the other room for her and make it pretty like mine. And I can share my toys with her.”
“You’ve really thought this out.”
The kid never failed to amaze me. She made the impossible possible, and I could not only picture bringing a new baby into our lives but found myself happy about the idea. My DNA or not, Luna felt as much mine as any kid could be, and if she thought I’d be a good dad to this kid, then who was I to tell her any different?
And hell, maybe she was right.
Thatch had turned out alright, and Luna was holding her own.
Maybe, just maybe, I could do this father thing one more time.
I turned my attention back to Jenna, and I wasn’t surprised to find her looking out the window with a blank expression on her face. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was thinking of all the different ways she could kill me in my sleep. I wouldn’t exactly blame her. I’d been an ass, so I leaned over to her and whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m not very good with surprises.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. None of this has been okay.” I reached over and took her hand in mine. “Can we start this over?”
“I don’t really think that’s possible.”
“Sure it is.” I took the box in my hand and slowly opened it. I reached in and took out the test, then looked at her with a smile. “You’re gonna have my baby?”
“Yeah, in about eight months.”
“Holy shit.” I looked back at the test. “I can’t believe it. We’re gonna have a kid.”
“I know it’s a lot, but...”
“It’s gonna be good. We’re gonna bring another one of you into this world.”
“It could be another you.”
“Lord, let’s hope not.” I leaned over and kissed her. “Boy or girl, I don’t care. I just have one request.”
“Okay, what’s that?”
“If it’s a boy, we name him Lenard.”
“Lenard?” She gasped, then started giggling. “I’m not naming our baby Lenard.”
I gave her a wink. “There’s that smile I’ve been looking for.”
“You’re a mess.”
“It comes with age.” I leaned back and sighed. “Damn. I gotta start working out. It’s hard enough to keep up with you.”
“Yeah, but you love me.”
“More than I ever thought possible.”
This woman had taken a bad day and turned it completely around. She’d done the same thing with my life. She’d made it worth living, and I would spend the rest of my life thanking her for it.
The End