Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
I am so fucking mad right now. Standing, I clench my fists and push all my anger down. Now isn’t the time. I know she’ll tell me when she’s ready, though I can’t figure out why she’s not telling me—unless she thinks I won’t be a good father. But I will be. I’ll be the best husband and father. She’ll see. I’ll never leave her. I’ll never cheat on her. I’ll never hurt her. I’ll show her every fucking day that she made the right choice.
ONE WEEK LATER
My internship ended and I’ve started the police academy. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking tired in all my life. May still hasn’t told me that she’s pregnant, but now that I know, I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. Her belly is out, and all I want to do is touch her there. Kiss her there. I’m still pissed, but I’ve processed it, and I can’t wait to be a father. When I went to the big box store earlier today, I bought a newborn gender-neutral onesie with ducks on it and hid it in the trunk of my car. I want to do this out in the open with her. I keep willing her to tell me and it’s getting harder and harder to keep it to myself.
When I come out of the shower, she’s already in bed, waiting for me.
“How was training today?” she asks, setting her Kindle on the nightstand.
“It was good. Thank God I already went to the gym as much as I did. I think I’d be dead if I didn’t.” She smiles at me as I climb into bed naked. She’s wearing my Georgetown Baseball t-shirt.
“You’ve always looked good in my shirt, baby,” I say as she moves over to me. My cock hardens as she fists it in her tiny hand. “But you look even better with nothing on,” I groan.
“Do I?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm…”
“Are you wet for me?” I ask, reaching for her. She spreads her legs. My fingers find her wet core, and I swipe through her folds and bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean.
“Yes. I always am.”
“Fuck. You’re such a good girl.”
“You want to ride my cock?” I ask. I may seem like I’m in charge, but I’m two seconds from begging her to do it.
“Yes,” she says, scrambling to climb on top of me. She slides her pussy over my cock before she sinks down on it. I rip the shirt over her head and sit up to feast on her tits. She moans, dropping her head back.
“Fuck, May. You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I’m yours. You’re mine too.”
“Yes, baby. I’m all yours. No one else’s.”
Her little pussy clenches around my cock at my words, and she screams as we come together. I fill her with seed, but my cock stays hard because I know it’s already hit it’s mark. She’s bred. She’s mine forever.
Fuck, I love this girl.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
MAY
THE NEXT DAY
I took half a day today. My sisters are all leaving tomorrow, and we wanted to spend the day together, seeing the sights and hanging out. “Do you think we will get to see him?” February asks, whispering in my ear as we stand in the line for the White House tour.
“No.” I snicker at her silliness. “He wouldn’t be caught dead out here. He would get mobbed.”
“That sounds like facts,” April says, smashing the damn Reuben sandwich she begged for.
“Jannie, are you sure you are good to stand up this whole time?” January frowns at me because she hates that nickname. She also hates being told what to do. ”
“I am only four months along, May May.” Pinching my lips, I glare at her back because she knows I also hate that name. “And February is only four weeks behind me. Why is no one asking her?”
“Because my husband didn’t make everyone sign a contract with a list of rules and timeframes for check-ins,” February says, sticking out her tongue.
“Oh my God, he did not?!” January says, putting her head in her hands. I nudge Febs on her side because he didn’t want her to know about that.”
“Oops.” She puts her hand to her mouth. I simply roll my eyes. He should have known. There is no way sisters have secrets from each other. Especially ones who have gone their lives without one another and have so much to make up for.
“I am going to brain him,” she says, rubbing her forehead.
“No. It’s adorable. He loves you. He is just trying to make sure you and the baby are alright when he is not around.” Her eyes soften when she thinks about him.
“May, hi. What are you doing standing in line?” Smiling at June, I introduce her to my sisters.
“June, I thought you were off today. June, these are my sisters.” I don’t bother with their names because she knows the whole story.