Mine To Love (Southern Wedding #4) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Southern Wedding Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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"Absolutely not," I say, shaking my head.

"We would have given you equipment so you can have more babies." She smirks at me and then looks down at my junk.

"Gorgeous!” I yell for Presley, who comes out of the bedroom. It's been a month since we decided to move in together. I mean, it's been a month since she said we should have one home. It took two days while we were off to go to her house and grab everything that she wanted to bring over. It took two more days before I saw little pieces of her all over the house. The throw pillows on the couch. The pictures of us now scattered around the house. It was exactly what I pictured when I bought this house. It was a dream to me. Waking with her every single day and then coming home to her. It was like a switch was flipped in her, and she was all-in. She would call me during the day. She would show up with snacks just for fun to see me. Before I thought she cared for me, there is no mistaking that she loves me. Every single time she says goodbye, it's followed with an I love you.

"Yes, dear." She smiles as she walks down the stairs. She's wearing a tight one-piece dress that shows her little belly, her hair is pinned up, and her eyes are shining as she makes her way to me. "I'm here." She hugs my waist, and I put a hand around her shoulder and kiss her head.

"Look at how cute you look." Clarabella grins and claps her hands as she looks her up and down.

"Well, now that it doesn't look like I overate and it actually looks like a baby bump, I might as well flaunt it." She rubs her belly. Just this morning, she got a little bit enraged that she felt fat. It took me fifteen minutes of talking her off the ledge. And by that, I mean I went and bought a cookie, which then made her smile.

"You don't even look pregnant from the back,” Clarabella says, and Presley just glares at her.

"Why are you even here?" Presley asks her between clenched teeth.

"We have to go over the gender reveal details." Clarabella looks down at the pad in front of her. “We already went over decorations and the guest list." Clarabella puts a check. “And Bennett nixed Travis's idea." She puts an X next to it and looks up at me with her eyebrows raised.

"I already nixed that,” Presley says. “Not going to happen." She lets go of me and walks over to the fridge and grabs the apple juice. "Neither is Mom's."

"Should I even ask what that was?" I ask, and Presley shakes her head.

"She wanted to do fireworks and then have a plane fly over you and throw colored water on us," Clarabella informs me, and I want to say that nothing surprises me with them, but that right there. That takes the cake.

"How about a pinata?" I ask.

"How about no." Clarabella doesn't even skip a beat.

"We are going to have the simple poppers." I hold up my hand. “That shoots out confetti." I look over at Presley.

"I want that." Presley points at me. “Nothing extravagant."

Clarabella throws her head back and laughs. “Nothing extravagant, sure." She closes the book she was writing in. “Okay, whatever you say." She pushes away from the island. “And don't forget you have to wear pink or blue. Whatever you think the baby is." She walks out the door, slamming it behind her.

"Why can't we just find out and pick up the phone and call people like they did in the old days?" I ask Presley, who just shakes her head.

"That would be way too easy." She laughs. “Are you driving to the doctor or am I?"

I push off, putting the coffee cup in the sink. “You know what would really be funny," I say, grabbing her hand as we walk out of the house. “If she can't tell the sex of the baby, and we put in yellow confetti."

"Don't even put that in the universe, Bennett,” Presley grits between clenched teeth. “Take it back." She glares at me, and all I can do is roll my lips to keep from laughing.

"Do you think maybe we should have found out the sex of the baby before everyone else?" Presley comes into the bathroom in a blush strapless lace bra with matching panties, and one look at her makes my cock rise. "Like, what if the poppers go off and we’re upset?”

"Is that bra new?" I turn, wiping my hand on the hand towel.

"Don't you ‘is that a new bra’ with me and don't even think of ripping these panties." She folds her arms under her tits, making them even more plump.



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