Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
There seem to be a million texts, all of them from my husbands and Erika. I don’t click the hubs’ group text. I just go straight to Erika’s messages. I’m still pretending to be annoyed with them. They weren’t down for me wearing nothing under the gown, but it’s crazy hot out here. It could also be my hormones causing me to feel like I’m in an oven. I’m going to blame it on that while I can. The two of them have been all over me today and not in a sexy way either. Maybe they are onto me.
Either way, between the heat and how boring this ceremony is, I want to lie down and take a nap. The sound of the woman speaking at the podium is so repetitive that it’s putting me to sleep. Hopefully she’ll stop talking soon. If not, I’m going to be a goner. I should be listening, but my mind is elsewhere. I’d been so excited for today, but not because I’m graduating. I have a secret I want to share with my husbands.
I’ve been keeping this secret for over two days already. I’m bursting at the seams to spill the beans. My tongue has almost slipped twenty times in twenty-four hours. I can’t imagine trying to hold onto it any longer. I was never good at hiding things from the twins. I know if I keep it up much longer that they will figure out something’s going on.
Erika: Look alive up there. Tank and I are barely holding these two back!
I sit up straighter in my seat. I don’t want them to come barging through the throngs of people I’m sitting among. Everyone knows how pushy those two giants can be when it comes to me. Neither of them gives a shit who they have to step on to get to me. I laugh at the thought. They wouldn’t even fit if they tried to come into the rows of people. They would also be bombarded by people asking for autographs. Levi’s face is so well known now and Zeke has to suffer the consequences just for having identical DNA. He even signs autographs for Levi when people mistake him for his twin. It’s easier to pretend than to explain that, yes, he’s not Levi but just looks exactly like him.
The fame is simultaneously annoying and awesome. I’m so proud of Levi for his success, but sometimes it slows us down. It does have its perks, though. Levi’s fame has gotten me to the front of the line many times. Last night it was awesome because I got to jump the line at the bakery and snagged a cupcake. I told myself I didn’t have to feel guilty about it because I was eating for two. My stomach rumbles loudly, drawing glances from the girl beside me.
“I’m not going to throw up,” I try to reassure her. I already did that this morning. I’m just glad my appetite is back for the day. I got busted throwing up, though. I vomit one time and my husbands act like the world is ending. They were so worked up about me being sick. I tried to play it off, but they were all over me. I was relieved when there was no other choice but for us to part ways. I had to take my seat at graduation, but I knew they were going to worry the entire ceremony. I gave Zeke a warning stare, reminding him not to pull any crap. If I hadn’t I’d probably be sandwiched between the two of them right now. Zeke would have probably gone into the school’s system and changed the seating chart. I could see him adding names so that his and Levi’s just happened to be on the seats on either side of me.
I knew I had to divert their attention elsewhere, so I suggested wearing nothing under my gown. That was the only idea I could think of to distract them. It wasn’t the best idea I’d ever had in my life, but it worked. They immediately scowled and forgot all about the vomiting.
“Thank god,” I mutter when my row stands. This thing is finally moving along. I follow the line of students as they each receive their diploma. My mood is getting better. Each step I take is another one closer to my husbands and our future together. I’m excited for what that future holds for us.
I smile when the woman calls my name.
“Olivia Audley.” I stride across the stage while cheers ring out. I’m the last of our group to be graduating. Well, Zeke doesn’t count. As always, “six five” is chanted by the crowd. This is a nod to Levi and the Audley last name. It not only references his height but the number on the back of his jersey. Anytime the Audley name is announced, you’ll hear the cheers of “six five” close behind. I get a tear in my eye that the student body shows me the same sign of respect. I’m so proud of both of my men. Today is a day we will all be celebrating for a long time to come.