Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“No.” I shake my head, “I don’t really care as long as there is only one and the one is healthy.” She laughs as she wipes my stomach off before turning on the lights.
“There is only one, and they are perfect,” she confirms, and I get up smiling as she hands me four pictures from the machine. “Baby book material.”
“Thank you,” I say, looking down at my baby and getting up. “I’ll make an appointment later for next month.”
“Just text me, and I’ll get you in,” she tells me, and I nod at her. “See you later,” she says before she walks out, leaving me alone.
I take out my phone and take a picture of the baby, sending it to the family group chat.
Baby nugget is growing.
I press send, and my phone clicks right away.
Christopher:
They have your big old head.
Gabriella:
Did you rip Mom’s vagina with your head?
Christopher:
Can you never put me and Mom’s vagina in the same sentence again in my life?
Gabriella:
Why do you take things so sexual?
Alex:
I’m in love already, but why do you guys keep adding me to this chat?
I can’t help but laugh, and I’m about to answer her when my phone rings, and I see it’s Dylan. I answer right away. “Hey, big brother.” I walk out of the office and head toward the stairs.
“How is my nephew?” he asks, and I laugh and roll my eyes at the same time.
“It could be a girl,” I remind him, just like I do every time he says it’s a boy. I really hope it’s a girl just so I can say I told you so, but I think it’s a boy also.
“Nah,” he says, “you’re pretty.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I retort as I walk up the stairs to my floor.
“Apparently, if you are having a girl, you turn less pretty,” he explains, and I put my head back and hold my nose, shaking my head. “Because she is taking the beauty from you.”
“Who told you that?” I gasp.
“Uncle—” I stop him midsentence.
“Never ever repeat anything that either of them says. You know this,” I scold as I pull the door open to my floor. “Actually, can you tell that to Mom when you see her next?” He laughs. “Or better yet, Alex. I think you should tell Alex.”
“Are you out of your mind? I don’t want to die,” he huffs, and I can’t help but chuckle. “Anyway, you coming to the game tomorrow?” I stop mid-step.
“I don’t know. I’m just getting off shift.”
“You have to come. It’s season opener,” he says. I know eventually, I’m going to have to go to the game, or they will ask more questions, and I don’t want to answer any of them.
“Yeah, I’ll come with Gabriella,” I confirm, “try not to fuck up.”
“I love your child. I don’t like you,” he teases as he hangs up on me. I grab my bag from my locker. That night, all I do is lie on the couch and eat.
“How do I look?” I ask Gabriella when I step out of my bedroom in jeans and a Dallas sweater. Apart from my little baby bump, my tits have grown more than anything. I mean, I can’t complain. They are great.
“Like you fucked Tristan and are pregnant with his child,” she fires back, smirking at me and walking toward the door because our ride is here.
“I do not look like that at all,” I huff as I grab my phone and put it in my back pocket. I grab my crossbody purse and walk out to the waiting car. We get to the arena and make our way up to the family lodges. Every second I’m in the building, my heart beat echoes in my ears louder and louder.
I pretend I’m okay as I kiss everyone hello, and they ask me how I’m doing. I pretend I’m okay, but I’m not. I feel like my skin is going to fall off me. I’m going to stay a bit, take a picture or two to have evidence I was here, and then I’m ducking the fuck out of here. I’m about to tell Gabriella of my plan when I hear my name being called. “Abigail.”
I turn and spot Penelope walking into the box with Erika behind her. She comes to me and hugs me around my waist, and I can’t help but smile and hug her. “Did you grow?” I ask her as I kiss her head and put my cheek on the top of her head. “You got so big.”
She lets go of me. “Will you come to the glass with me?” she asks when she hears cheering, and we know the guys are on the ice. I try to make an excuse, but she puts her hand in mine as we walk down toward the boards where the other kids are. All the kids are wearing their fathers’ jerseys. Penelope wears Tristan’s as she stands by the boards with the other kids, slapping the glass.