Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 53764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
"You don't need to be standing on your feet all day for one thing. It's too dangerous. For you and the baby. The doctor said you need to rest. This doesn't look like rest to me." His eyes glanced around the room that somehow, she always managed to keep semi-tidy.
"I feel good," she said as she walked in front of him on her way to get the plates from the cabinet.
He grabbed her elbow and stopped her. "I know, baby, and we want to keep it that way." His words sounded agonized, even to himself, but damn. She needed to stay healthy. Not just for herself. For the new baby she carried. For the kids. For him.
He'd fall down and die if anything happened to her.
Natalie turned and gave her husband her attention. He looked pained, and she knew he'd finally hit his breaking point with this. "Is this one of those times when I'm supposed to do as you say?" she asked him lightly.
He clenched his mouth tightly. "Yes," he said through gritted teeth.
"And what is it you want?" she asked.
"A cleaning service--supper delivered every night until at least six months after the birth. And groceries delivered again, for a while. And you. Sitting on your butt."
"That's it? That's what you want?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
"That easy?"
"I want to make you happy, Marco. That's all I've ever wanted."
He pulled her into his arms and hugged her and the baby close to him in relief. He kissed one forehead and then the other. "You do, Natalie. God knows you do." He leaned his forehead against the top of her head and rocked her in his arms. "You always have."
The End