Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“It’s not out of my control, Bayou,” Phoebe said the moment I entered the room.
I stripped off my shirt and tossed it to the ground, and her eyes widened.
“What are you doing?” she asked warily.
I started stripping out of my jeans, letting them fall to the floor at my bare feet.
“I’m getting undressed,” I lied.
She looked at me like she didn’t believe me, as well she shouldn’t.
The moment that I was free of my jeans, I launched myself at her.
She squeaked and tried to roll away, but I caught her around the waist before she could so much as move an inch.
“Why does me being pregnant cause you to be so horny?” she fake-whined.
I grinned down at her as I pressed my mouth to the hollow of her throat.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Dixie thinks it’s because us Normus’ like to procreate a little too much.”
She snorted. “That’s obviously not true at all.”
The sarcasm in her words was enough to cause even the most literal of people to understand.
Hoax had four kids, two sets of twins, and obviously two more on the way. Whereas I had five and one more on the way.
That was twelve great-grandchildren in between only two grandsons.
That wasn’t even including everybody else that was part of the Normus family.
“I don’t like where your mind is going,” she whispered roughly.
I licked from her collarbone to the inside of her elbow. “Why do you taste like honey?”
“Vivian likes to eat those sopapillas, and my mom lets her use the honey.” She paused. “I’m pretty sure that it’s everywhere that wasn’t clothed.”
“And you didn’t take a shower?” I teased.
She shook her head. “No. Why would I when I know you’re about to get me dirty?”
Why would she indeed?
An hour later, when both of us were thoroughly sated, cleaned, and once again lying in bed, she hammered her edict home.
“I refuse to get a minivan. They don’t seat any more than the Suburban does…we just have to find one that has two bench seats.”
And find one with two bench seats we did.
Three weeks after our final baby was born, I had a vasectomy and Phoebe had her tubes tied, as well as burned.
She really was serious. There would be no minivans in her future…or passenger vans.