Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
I’m glad they came, I really am.
They eventually make their way down to us and Tristan turns and shakes Wade’s father’s hand and kisses his mother on the cheek. “Thank you so much for coming. It means a lot.”
“Wade would have wanted us here.”
And the tears come, filling my eyes with love and sadness and memories and hope.
Wade’s mom pulls me in for a hug as I try to pull myself together, she gets it.
I’m sad for Wade, but happy for the boys.
“We’re having afternoon tea back at our house,” Tristan says to them. “We would love it if you could join us.”
“That would be lovely.” Frank nods. “We will meet you there.” With one more hug for the boys from everyone, we make our way back out to the parking lot and all climb in the car. “So what do we call you now?” Harrison asks from the back seat.
Tristan’s eyes flick up to him in the rearview mirror. “Whatever you want to call me.”
“Donkey,” Harrison asks.
I giggle, if only they knew how much that suits him.
“Not Donkey.” Tristan rolls his eyes.
“Well if I can’t call you Donkey, I’m calling you Dad,” Harry says.
“Okay….” Tristan’s nostrils flare as he keeps his eyes on the road. “Dad it is.”
“Can I call you Daddy?” I tease.
Tristan’s eyes flick over to me and then drop down to my breasts.
Dirty bastard.
“He’s not your daddy, Mom,” Patrick announces. “He’s ours, you already have a dad.”
Tristan chuckles and picks up my hand and kisses my fingertips.
“Oh for god’s sake, concentrate on the road,” Harry moans.
Two months later.
“You call me tonight and check in,” Tristan tells Fletcher.
“Yes.”
“And I don’t want you driving after ten at night.”
Fletcher rolls his eyes.
“Actually, don’t go out at all until we get back. It’s just a week, it won’t hurt you to stay at home with your brothers. You are in charge of the house, stay here and concentrate on that.”
“Dad.” Fletcher moans. “Stop.”
“I just don’t…..” Tristan turns back to me. “Maybe this isn’t a good time to go away, Claire.”
“We are going.” I widen my eyes at him. “I want some time alone with my husband.”
Tristan exhales heavily as if I’m the biggest inconvenience in the world and looks back to the boys who are lined up in a row to say goodbye. We are going away for a week before the baby is born, Mom and Dad are here to stay with the kids.
We booked it back when we first got married but now that it’s come around, Tristan is frantic about leaving the boys, this is the first time he’s had to do it.
Tristan moves to Harrison. “Harry, now….” He pauses as he thinks for a moment. “You know what is going to happen if you get into trouble while we are gone, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Harry nods.
“And is it going to be worth it?”
“No, Dad.”
“And you are in charge of what?”
“Cleaning the pool and mowing the lawn.”
Tristan nods and hugs him. “Right, look after your grandparents, please. And no gaming after nine.”
I smirk as I watch on.
He moves to Patrick. “Okay, Tricky, you are in charge of the animals and watering the garden.”
“I know.” Patrick smiles proudly.
“And helping Gran.”
“I know.”
“And you can ring us anytime. You know that don’t you, because I’ll be waiting for you to call me and it doesn’t matter if it’s even in the middle of the night.”
“Tristan.” I cut him off, seriously we’ll be here all day.
“Okay, okay.” He hugs everyone a second time.
“Thanks so much.” I hug my mom and then my dad. “We really appreciate this.”
“You kids have fun.”
“We will.” Tristan smiles as he shakes my father’s hand, “Thank you. Call me anytime because….”
“Tristan,” everyone yells, cutting him off.
He holds his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. Get in the car, woman.” He tries to act tough as he opens my car door for me.
“Bye everyone,” I call. “I’m so excited.”
Tristan closes the door, gets behind the wheel and looks over at me. “Are you ready for your babymoon, Mrs. Miles?”
I smirk. “You bet your fucking life I am.”
The plane touches down on the runway and I smile over at my traveling partner.
We are heading to Jameson’s luxury beach house in Miami, it was as beachy as we could get without leaving the US. With me being this pregnant, Tristan was too nervous to leave the country.
I peer out the window of the private jet to see the car on the tarmac waiting for us, I just can’t wait to get there.
Three days later.
I lie on the deckchair and smile up at the sun, topless and pregnant and good lord I must look a treat. The sun on my skin is too perfect to cover up.
Tristan is sleeping on his deckchair beside me and this is the most relaxed I have ever seen him. He’s been so busy with work and the kids and the house and preparing for the baby, he literally hasn’t stopped for months.