Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“Time for me to go down and relieve Shasta. You rest baby. I will come back for you when dinner is done.” She nods slightly but her breathing begins to even out and I know she is drifting. Put on my clothes, I look back at her and walk back to the bed. Leaning over, I kiss her ripened belly and say hello to my son.
“Shasta, you are free to go.” I tell our nanny when I make it downstairs. “How were they today?”
“Little angels,” she says grabbing her purse. I see her out and then walk into the living room to find all five of them watching their favorite cartoon. I don’t disturb them yet. I just like to watch them. We had our first, Arabella, then the following year, we had Cobi, followed by Anais, and then twins Lana and Emma. Thank God the one in her belly is a boy. Cobi and I are outnumbered in women but surrounded by softness and love both of which I am going to teach my boys to cherish and protect in their mother and sisters.
Until then, I am going to enjoy the chaos and the nights of no sleep but most I am going to enjoy… “Daddy!” This.
Epilogue
Ripley
Another Five Years Later
“Do you have everything?” My husband is currently carrying a handful of stuff out to our backyard for Arabella’s tenth birthday party. He refuses to let me carry anything in my condition. Yep you guessed it. I am pregnant. Again. After the twins we had a boy named Grayson. We both decided to be done. My husband refused to let me get my tubes tied because he said I did all of the hard work, so he got a vasectomy.
We had been living our lives with our six children, in love and living in peace. My husband retired from football two years ago. He went out as an MVP six years running with the greatest stats in the league. He got out while he was young because he said he didn’t want to miss anything else.
Our sex life has been amazing. Not worrying about getting pregnant opened the floodgates. Then one day, six months ago, I became ill. Not at all thinking I might be pregnant; I went to the doctor and got the shock of my life.
My husband of course went apeshit. He threatened to sue the doctor’s office and have his license yanked. Have you seen a six-foot two-inch football player stare down a toddler? That is what it was like. Once I calmed him down in an unoccupied room in the doctor's office, the doctors did an evaluation and a few tests and discovered he had something called Late Recanalization, which basically means his sperm count went back up. Seems he was the one in whatever that it happened to. So now, here we are, four years later pregnant with our last and final baby, a baby girl we are going to name Isla.
“Yes, I have everything, Angel. You just worry about you.” he leans down and kisses me before we walk to the backyard. Everything is covered with pink and soccer balls. Arabella is our girlie athlete running around here in a tutu and a soccer jersey.
I stand in the yard and see everyone in our lives here, laughing and enjoying one another and I have to give thanks for this life. I ran from him when he began pursuing me, but in the end he knew what was best and he always does. I never dreamed I could have a life like this when I was in the trailer park praying my mother’s screw of the day doesn’t make it in my room.
I have love. I have a family and I have everything I have ever wanted with the love of my life and that is something I will have forever.