Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“Mi esposa, we probably shouldn’t keep the judge waiting,” I nudge when she balks at the entrance.
“You’re right. Crap. Why does it feel like everything is falling into place without so much of a hitch? I mean, this could have all been handled differently if I’d just picked up Sebastian and run home,” she says quietly as we make our way closer to where the caseworker, state attorney, and judge are.
“I think they call that kidnapping, Winn.” I squeeze her side, my fingers sliding backwards for a moment to meet her fleshy ass.
“While my attorney abilities are good, I’m not sure they’re that good,” Matthew says with a low chuckle.
“It’d have been worth it.” Winnie shrugs her shoulders, and the heaviness disappears as we put one foot in front of the other. We make the short trip to the area where Matthew directs us to stand. At this point, Sebastian is well and truly out like a light. His thumb is in his mouth, and there’s drool sliding down his cheek. Winnie must not have noticed when we were in the hallway, or she’d have had a fit, run to the bathroom to grab a paper towel to clean me up. It wouldn’t be because of seeing the judge, either; she’d be more worried about getting the mess out of the jacket.
“Mr. and Mrs. Gonzales, thank you for your patience,” Judge Amy Smit says.
“Thank you, Judge Smit,” Winnie says, hand squeezing the leg of my pants.
“Thank you. We appreciate you taking the time to see us on such short notice,” I insert. Matthew, I’m sure, worked a lot of magic and overtime to make this happen as fast as it did. It didn’t help that time wasn’t on our side given the news the caseworker gave Winnie before she returned to Florida.
“We like to see families stay together,” she goes on to talking about our situation. We listen aptly, taking in each word she says, going over what Matthew stated earlier. We each agree to do our part in loving Sebastian. She acknowledges and makes a couple of jokes about Seb obviously being comfortable in my presence. He doesn’t so much as move or make a peep, and I’m noticing while he looks exactly like Winnie, I’m talking the spitting image, but as a little boy, he’s also a lot like her while sleeping. They sleep hard, and they wake up resisting it the entire time.
“Based on the information presented, the adoption is hereby granted.” She taps the gavel against the lectern. “Congratulations. After you sign the adoption decree, you’ll be all set.” Judge Smit might still be saying something, she might not. Winnie moves to stand in front of me, tears streaming down her cheeks, a big smile on her face, and I do the only thing I can. I bend down, and my lips meet hers, my hand sliding up her spine until I’m holding her at the base of her neck, and we do a celebration of our own. It’s too bad Sebastian is sleeping. He’d get a kick out of this. He’d also probably say ewww, but then he’d also hug us as if his life depended on it before aptly asking to go to the park. This life of ours, it’ll never be dull with Sebastian, and thank fuck for that.
18
WINNIE
Icame in earlier today to decorate the VIP section. I roped Johnny’s assistant, Trevor, as well as Johnny into the mix. Both men groaned and grumbled, but they helped anyways. There are white tablecloths on every table, floral centerpieces, a framed photo of Asher and Lennon on an easel at the entrance, twinkling lights hanging behind the sheer gauze material even Johnny thought was the shit. Since this is technically now closed off for me, he suggested we leave it up and incorporate different colors for all of the birthdays he’s sure we’ll be celebrating at some point. Plus, the anchor rods were sort of a bitch to drill, and I don’t think he wants to deal with patching holes and repainting the entire room.
On one side, there’s an area set up for appetizers along with a bar, waitresses and bartenders at the ready to help the guests. There’s a reason I’m the last to arrive in what we’ve aptly called the girl side of our group, the girl gang. After working on this area, Johnny whisked me home, where his mom watched Sebastian. I knew he’d be spending the night with her and my father-in-law, but I still wanted to see my nephew before he left. We visited for a few minutes longer than we probably should have, then I scrambled into the shower, pushing Johnny out of the master bathroom and into the spare. I needed to get ready, not get fucked.
I came out of the shower wrapped in nothing but a towel to Johnny, who happened to be completely dressed in a deep purple long-sleeved button-up, black fitted skirt that look tailor made, his ass looking fantastic in them, and of course black leather shoes. It was his hands in his pockets as he was standing with his hair combed back, curling at the ends, and the tilting of his lips that made me abruptly stop. My knees went weak, my pussy wept with desire, and I almost said screw it to attending at all.