Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I thought nothing could beat that fear, but hearing the words, she’s pregnant, damn near took me out. I have no idea what I expected to happen when we started making love every night. Maybe because I never imagined this life for myself, these things were afterthoughts.
I was perfectly content to raise our girls as my own and be happy with that. I’d already gained the wife I wasn’t expecting, and life has been turned around in ways I never imagined for myself, so I wasn’t about to be greedy.
Now, I’m terrified that something might happen to her and our child. I’m not sure if it’s a normal fear, and the Doc said it would pass. But the thought of letting her out of my sight scares the hell out of me.
I already went through her closet and bagged up all of those stilts she likes to walk around in and hid them. I had the kitchen staff restock everything, going heavy on the fruits and veggies. No more burgers and fries for a while, something she already bitched me out over.
Now she’s behaving worse than the kids, and I have to give her choices for dinner because she never wants what they’ve made. She’s fussy and irritable and adorably cute. She tears around the bedroom at night complaining about being cooped up all day, then wakes up sick every morning; who can stay mad at that?
The one thing I refuse to do, no matter how much she begs and pleads, is fuck her. When I remember how rough I was the last couple of times I had her, I feel like a monster. I was so damn lost in my own damn head that I could’ve hurt her and our baby, and I wouldn’t have known. Now, I have to make it up to her even if she doesn’t think I did anything wrong.
“Marcus, what’s all this?”
I looked around at all the stuff I’d had delivered. “I read in a book somewhere that when there’s a new baby coming, the older siblings start to feel left out, so I got some stuff for our girls. Is it too much?”
I guess the way she and Monique rolled their eyes and pranced off meant that it was. But there are three of them, and sometimes they don’t want to share their shit, so why not get them each their own thing?
“Ah, the ponies, the ponies. Babe, the ponies are being delivered this weekend.” I guess she didn’t hear me because she kept going. As the days have gone on, I’ve come to terms with things and have a new outlook on the whole matter.
There’s nothing to be afraid of like Doc says. It’s a natural occurrence that billions of women have experienced over millennia. Okay, I can hold that stance until the next morning when she wakes up sick as a dog, and I want to hit something, but there’s nothing to hit, and that shit isn’t going to make her stop from throwing up any damn way.
The doctor suggested ginger candy, and I recalled some things I’d seen and heard in my travels and had sent Carl halfway around the world to get me whatever was needed. But either my kid was fucking with me, or he or she is a menace because none of that shit worked.
JUSTINE
‘Girl, bye.’
What? What do you mean? Where are you going?
‘Chick, that man has you locked down tighter than Fort Worth prison. I need to get out and about. Tell me, does he know that women get pregnant every day and don’t die a horrible death?’
That’s not fair, Justice. He’s just a little overprotective right now. He’ll get over it soon.
‘It’s been weeks already, and he’s getting worse, not better. And where did the dick go? Where I ask you. His tongue does a good job, I’ll give him that, but this dick famine is for the damn birds.’
I think Justice is nervous, too, and trying to hide it. I don’t know what to do to help anyone. They’re all coming to me to complain about my husband like they’re the ones bedridden without a cause. I guess he’s making their lives miserable as well, but it’s every man for himself on this ship.
I’m trying to remember if Paul ever took care of me once during any of my pregnancies. Granted, I was never this sick with any of my girls, but I don’t recall him doing much more than standing in the bathroom door asking if I was okay.
He certainly never took off from work to hold me all day, even long after the nausea had subsided. And that poor doctor, whew, it’s a wonder she hasn’t quit. I put my foot down when he was trying to talk the poor woman into moving in here.