Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
“Now I have two miracle girls,” he whispered into her ear.
Chapter 7
The week before Thanksgiving Sarah was struggling to bring all the food she’d bought into the house. She’d decided to do her shopping early this year. She’d read about ‘Mommy Brain’ in one of her pregnancy books but dismissed it as ridiculous. Until she’d arrived at the grocery store in two different sneakers and figured it might be best to shop early for the holiday. Because apparently she was likely to forget some things.
It was Thursday, poker night, and she still had to make dinner for everyone. She put the chili on simmer and made batter for cornbread. As she was mixing she was reminded that she still hadn’t chosen a paint color for the baby’s room. Abby had wanted to go shopping too many times.
She was currently storing everything in one of the extra bedrooms and figured she and Chris could paint over the holiday and then start setting up the nursery.
She was at the stove when Chris came up behind her, home from work. He slid his arms around her. “Smells good,” he told her.
She smiled. “Me or dinner?”
Chris nuzzled her ear. “Trick question. Come upstairs with me and be dinner.” He looked down over her shoulder. “What are you wearing?”
She glanced down at her oversized hoodie and sweat pants. “What?” she asked.
He groaned. “Slick,” he intoned. “I want you to be comfortable. But you’ve never lounged around the house in a circus tent before.”
“I’m almost the size of Tex’s hummer,” she pointed out.
He nipped her ear. “Don’t care. Get it off.” Then he paused. “And why are you wearing two different shoes?”
“I have Mommy Brain.”
“You have what?”
“Mommy Brain. I’m distracted. I forget things.”
“Forget you own this outfit,” he ordered.
“Hmm. Okay,” she said, smiling. She reached up and tugged a little on the hoodie’s zipper. She pulled it down slowly, knowing he could see down into it since he was so much taller than she was.
“Devious,” he murmured.
“How?” she asked, revealing a little more.
“Hiding all this from me underneath that,” he replied.
“Hiding,” she repeated quizzically. “Oh, you mean these?” She pulled the zipper all the way down, revealing both soft, full mounds for his viewing pleasure.
“You like this?” she whispered.
“This?” he asked, kissing her neck.
“The way I look.”
He pulled her back into him, pressing his erection against the small of her back. “If you hadn’t noticed,” he replied. “And I hope you’re not too uncomfortable, because we’re doing this three, maybe four more times.”
“Three or four more times?” she asked.
He smiled. “It’s negotiable. But we’ve got a limited number of years that this-” He slapped her butt with both hands to emphasize his point “is possible and you’re out of your mind if you think I’m only gonna get to enjoy these soft curves once in my whole life. Once is not enough. Not even close.”
She laughed. “So your plan is to keep me barefoot and pregnant and in the kitchen for the next several years?”
He nipped at her shoulder. “Well, you love the kitchen.”
“That’s true,” she agreed.
“And I don’t much care about footwear so long as you’re comfortable. Don’t even care if it matches,” he added. “But yeah. You’re gonna get as much time as you need to recover from Thing 1 here, and then we’re staying in bed until Thing 2 is in the works.”
“So you want me to pop out babies like a machine gun?”
He grinned at her. “I love it when you talk dirty.” He kissed her fully on the mouth. “I told you, it’s all negotiable. But I’m getting this at least one more time. It’s your body, you say when.”
She grinned at him. “Yes, Sir.”
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Just as they finished up, the boys started to arrive downstairs. Sarah shimmied back into her sweat pants and Chris glared at her as he zipped up his jeans. Sarah ignored him and headed downstairs. Easy was the first through the door and he eyed her disapprovingly as well. “What is that?” he asked.
“What?” Sarah asked looking down at her shoes, which were now matched.
“You,” Easy replied. “Dressed like some kind of sloppy bag lady.”
“But...”she argued, looking down at herself. “I’m the size of-”
“Tex’s Hummer,” Caleb said as he stepped inside from the porch. “Yeah. We get it. And we like it.”
Sarah’s eyes widened and she stared up at Caleb. “You do?”
“Yeah, honey, we do. And so does Shooter.”
“Definitely so does Shooter,” Easy agreed.
“But I’m fat!” she spluttered.
The two men laughed uproariously. “Oh, honey,” Caleb said, shaking his head. “Pregnant ain’t fat. Pregnant’s pregnant. And that’s all there is to it.” He slung one arm around Sarah’s shoulders. “Slick,” he announced. “You’ve got a lot to learn about men.”
“I do?”
“Yep,” Easy replied for Caleb. “Men,” he informed her, “like to see the….fruits of their labors.”
Caleb snorted. “It’s too early for puns.”