Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
While those two are busy driving the dog nuts, I start chopping and such for dinner tonight. This is one of only three of the seven days when Hunter can make it home to eat with us and spend time with the twins before they go down for the night.
We got married two weeks after graduation. Neither of our mothers was happy with that because they didn’t have enough time to plan something extravagant, but neither of us wanted that anyway. As a wedding gift, our families came together and bought us a house midway between both of theirs. I cried like a baby, sure because the gift was generous, but more because safety and security are something that weighed heavily on me in terms of being able to provide both for our babies. At the same time, we got our lives together, and knowing that we had a place to live without worry, was such a load off.
Neither of us wanted to depend on our families, even though we knew they would do whatever we needed. But that is not what we wanted. So, we accepted this gift and everything else we are doing on our own: paying for college, transportation, and everything else. We can’t stop them from buying stuff for their grandkids, but we put a hard foot down at doing anything else for us.
Once that was done, we sat down and talked about what was going to be best for us. We both realized that with two babies, it would be impossible for both of us to go to school and work and take care of them. We also realized we couldn’t do any of it away from our families with no support system. So, using logistics, we knew he would make the most money straight out of college, whereas it would take me time in my field to make a dent in his income, so, we opted for him to go to school at the community college and work construction at his father’s company, while I stayed home.
Hunter is now six weeks away from his associate in business degree. Even though he has at least another two years to go, with this first degree, he can begin working for his dad, making a decent salary while using his employee scholarship to pay for his last two years.
I begin school in September remotely since this little one will be born shortly after school starts. I figured I might as well start online and then go in person once the baby is one, and we put all three of them in daycare part-time. It’s not a perfect plan, you know. No plan is, but this way, our family is together, our kids are getting the attention they deserve, and both of us are going to be bettering our lives for all of us.
“Mmm. Something smells good,” Hunter says, sneaking up on me. He runs his nose up my neck, making goosebumps breakout. “And it isn’t the chicken.” He groans, before licking the spots his mouth is sitting.
“God, Hunter. You scared me,” I moan, my head moves to the side so he can suck the spot that drives me crazy.
“The only thing that should be scaring you is this.” He pushes his hips against my ass, and I can feel his cock trying to get to me. Why he thinks that would scare me, I have no idea. I start turning to tell him that, but then we are interrupted by the cutest cockblockers ever.
“Dada.” They shout together, running right for him. I watch with my heart in my hands as this man, my man, my husband, hunches down, lifts both of them in his arms like they are light as a feather, and kisses them both like they hung the moon. I can’t stop myself from being emotional.
“I love you, Hunter.” He looks at me with equal parts emotion and heat.
“I love you too, baby. Thank you for my angels.” I should be thanking him.
epilogue
Hunter
Eight Years Later
I just got home from work. It was my Saturday to work. I’m still working for my dad, doing the books exclusively. It’s been amazing. It’s nine to three and I can drop the kids off at school and pick them up. Gwen is living her dream. She teaches third grade and is loving every minute of it. We have four kids, aged seven to three and Gwen is four months pregnant again. She’s lying on the couch and all the kids are asleep on the floor. A movie is playing, but they didn’t make it all the way through. Have I mentioned how much I love my life?
“Hey baby,” she whispers, smiling at me like I hang the moon. It’s hard to believe ten years have passed. I still wake up in a cold sweat from nightmares of almost losing her.