Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 80664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Too stunned to fucking breathe.
The ghost looked between myself and King, and before passing back out, he managed to choke out a few raspy words.
The greatest goddamn words I’d ever heard in my entire fucking life.
“Miss me, motherfuckers?”
BONUS SCENE
Thia
Four years later…
“Mama, tell me a stowy,” Trey said, yawning and rubbing his eye with the back of his little hand.
“Which story, baby?” I asked, as though he didn’t ask for the same one every night.
“The one of you and Daddy,” he said, climbing up on my lap.
“Okay sweetie,” I said, covering us both with the blanket and brushing his angel soft white hair out of his face, and as I did every night, I kissed the familiar freckles below each of his eyes. “When Mommy was ten years old she met a big biker…”
“Daddy!” Trey cheered, knowing the story well after hearing it a million times. That’s when I noticed Bear standing in the doorway, wearing his cut, wiping grease off his hands with a rag, listening to our story time.
“Yes, that’s right, it was Daddy. He was so tall and so strong. He walked right into the store where Mommy was, and the second he smiled at her she just knew…” I trailed off when Bear flashed me that exact same smile, bringing all the feelings flooding back to me in a rush.
“Knew what, Mommy?” Trey prompted, pulling at the collar of my shirt. “What did she know?”
Bear and I locked eyes. “She knew that he was her forever.”
I finished the story and tucked Trey into his bed. I turned off the lamp and gave him one last kiss. “Mama, can you sing to me?” I looked up to Bear who had to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing out loud. This is how it went every night. Just when I thought Trey was all settled in, he’d request just one more thing and just like his father, I found it very hard to say no to him.
“Sure, baby. What song do you want to hear?”
Bear chimed in, “Sinatra.”
I sang my little boy to sleep that night singing “Fly Me To the Moon” as his father listened on and I couldn’t help but feel a presence as the song ended and Trey’s eyes finally fluttered closed. I knew Grace was there with me and my boys just like she promised she would be.
We were the family I’d always wanted.
A real family.
Ghosts and all.