Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 40403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“Fuck baby, I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you, just worried. Please stop crying you know how it fucks with me.” Nodding I bury my face in his chest to hide the grin.
“Well if you want to make it up to us, we would like to skip the prom. Neither of us want to go. We just want to be with you two, have a movie marathon and eat junk food.” The boys look at one another and shrug their shoulders before turning back to us.
“That is actually perfect because we were not planning to take you to the dance anyway.” Royce says chuckling.
Without elaborating Jakes speaks. “How about you ladies pack a weekend bag and come with us for the weekend.'' He holds his hand out to me like he is worried I won't take it so I roll my eyes and put my hand in his. Doesn’t he know by now that I will follow him anywhere, anytime without question?
Thirty minutes later we are on a private plane, owned by a friend of Royce’s dad, named Fabrizio Vitali. Sounds sort of mobbish but whatever. This is amazing. It’s stocked with pregnant women food like chocolate, tea, danishes and lots of pickles. “How are you feeling angel?” Jake’s hand is rubbing my belly which makes our son kick as usual. It;s like he knows his daddy here and when he is at work.
“We are both good, babe. Just love being with you.”
“I love you both so much, angel. You are my whole life.”
“I know that, babe. We both do.” And I Pray everyday this lasts forever.
Chapter 18
Jacob
August-Month Nine
The last three months have been a whirlwind. The night we went to Vegas all of us got married in a fun cheap double wedding which the girls loved and forced us to take hundreds of pictures. Once it was over we all went back to our rooms and made them our wives for real.
Once Mila and I returned, we didn’t return to the town that nearly broke us both. We went right to our new place which is in the same building as Royce and Mari’s new place. Their daughter Rae was born two months ago and when i tell you i have never seen a man melt faster. Royce was a goner from the moment Mari gave birth. Hell he barely lets Mari hold her except to feed her. It's funny actually.
The morning after we were married, Mila woke me up to tell me she had gotten a scholarship to college and I decided this was the perfect time to tell her all I had done to watch her and keep her safe. I expected her to be angry and feel violated, rightfully so, but she looked at me with so much love and understanding. She laughed, called me a psycho and told me this is why she loved me.
Her first meeting with her guidance counselor was a few weeks after we got here. They both decided together that due to how far along she would be during the beginning of the semester, she would do it online. That campus is bog as hell and to have her walking around it wouldn’t do. Plus it would give a chance to recover and study the first few months after.
I began the police academy immediately upon moving and also took a second job as a mechanic in a shop down the street. I am home at night when she is already in bed asleep, except on Sundays which is my day off from both places. I negotiated a four week paternity leave, unpaid from the mechanic shop, which was fine with me because I saved as much as I could so we could afford that leave.
Mila has been having contractions for the last few days but they were hours apart and she said they barely hurt. This morning she woke up, the bed was soaked and she screamed my name, body crouched over in pain and all of my pep talks to myself went out of the window. The panic hit me like a boulder thrown from a roof, directly and with force. It’s like I lost my mind for a few minutes until Mila screamed once again and it snapped me back.
Now we are at the hospital and she is trying to push my son out of her tiny body and I am in awe of her strength and her capacity for giving life. “Baby you are doing so good.” I wipe her hair out of her face and kiss her sweaty head. I grab an ice chip and wipe across her mouth before giving it to her.
“Alright you two, I think we can do it in this one last push. Are you ready to meet your son?” Mila looks at me, smiling with tears in her eyes and nods her head.