Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
That’s when I learned that there were more than a few of those assholes within a fifty mile radius of the outskirts of my little haven.
I reached for the phone to call Jared but thought better of it. Let him have one more night of peace because sure as fuck this was going to keep us on our toes. As it would any man or woman with a kid to protect.
Right now my biggest worry though was what I was going to tell my kid. Knowing her she’s not gonna let it go and I don’t want her knowing this fucked up shit. I don’t even want Kat knowing.
Which means I have to play this shit off and find a way to keep her from looking it up. I could either distract her with some shit, or piss her off, either one would work to keep her mind occupied.
I found Mengele with her siblings playing a board game. My heart hurt just looking at my little girl and knowing that something like this was this close to her.
She looked up at me with a smile, that little spark of innocence from my little terror touching something inside me. I’ll protect her from this shit as long as there’s breath in my body.
I’m not keen on lying to my kids, but some shit like this, I don’t think I have a choice. Then I had to wonder if the older ones knew about it as well. Sure as shit they’d know the real story if that was the case. Fuck!
Should I bring it up, or should I wait for her to ask me again? “Aidan, a minute.” My boy put down his fake money and followed me out of the room.
“Did you hear about little Jessica?” I looked to make sure the little one hadn’t followed us out the room with her sneaking shit.
“We know dad, but Caitie said we shouldn’t tell Catalina. That’s why we’re playing games with her so she doesn’t think about it too much.”
I’ve never been prouder of my kids. “Thanks son. I’m gonna have to tell her something because she’s gonna come back to it. In the meantime don’t tell your mom about it yet either.”
“We know, she cries a lot because of the babies and this would just make her sad.” I’m raising a first rate kid here.
“Thanks again, I’m going to tell your mom later. I need you and your brothers to look after your sisters when you’re away from the house.” He nodded and I let him head back to his game.
I went back to my office and sat for a while thinking and rethinking shit. I’m a non repentant protector of my wife and kids. I’m not interested in what other people do or how they handle shit in their homes.
As far as I’m concerned, no child should have to deal with that mental fuckery and my pregnant wife doesn’t need that shit in her already crowded head. Decision made.
I made sure my house was locked down tight, had a little powwow with the security team who I was giving serious thought to sending back to school with my kids.
The asshole principal had made a stink when I did that shit last time. But if assholes are gonna be fucking with kids then I’m gonna have to do what I gotta do.
I checked on Kat to see if her evening nap was over and found her just waking up. Her tummy looked bigger to me, bigger and lower.
“Babe, you feeling anything over there?”
“What do you mean?” I dropped down on the bed beside her and cupped my hands around her stomach.
“You’re not ready to pop are you? What’s today’s date?” She gave me the squinty eyes and I realized too late that I might’ve slipped up.
“You and your boys taking bets on my pregnancy?” Go on the offensive Colt that’s the only way you’re gonna win this one.
“We’ve done it for all the others why should this one be any different?”
“I want in.”
“No can do, no females allowed.” She huffed which was better than I expected.
“What’s the bet?”
“Jared the fuck, who always win, says they’re coming a week early. Me knowing my luck say a week later because you like to fuck with my ass.”
“Your logic floors me. Sure, I want to walk around with an extra seventy pounds just for kicks.” She sure does love to exaggerate shit.
She started rubbing her gut with that look in her eye and I knew what was coming. “What flavor you want?” She grinned and gave it some thought.
“Caramel gelato with bananas and chocolate syrup.” Her greedy ass was vibrating on the bed. I laughed as I left the room and jogged down the stairs.
I rapped on the door post of the family room because it was getting close to bath time and bath time for five kids, one of them a damn bedtime manipulator is like traversing the second level of hell.