Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
The orgasms he had given me this morning weren’t the only present I had gotten today. Although Shaw hadn’t gone totally overboard, he had made me breakfast in bed. That, along with a pretty bouquet and the diamond pendant that matched my engagement ring had made today the best birthday I’d ever had.
“Nope, I’m good.” I patted my rounded belly. “Maybe if I eat something super spicy, I’ll finally go into labor.”
“I never should’ve let you read my pregnancy books,” he muttered.
Shaw had bought just about every book on the market when we found out that I was carrying his baby. I’d wanted to light them on fire because what he read had only made him even more overprotective, but when I got frustrated over not being dilated at all during my doctor’s appointment a few days ago, I checked each one of them for advice on how to induce labor naturally.
Nothing helped. Not the red raspberry leaf tea I drank last night, or the nipple stimulation and sex. “Our daughter is proving to be as stubborn as her daddy.”
“She’ll come out when she’s ready.”
Since that was what he always said when I complained, I just shook my head with a sigh. Glancing out the window of the SUV he bought the day after my positive pregnancy test, I drew my brows together. “I thought we were going to my favorite Mexican restaurant?”
“Just gotta stop at the clubhouse for a minute. We’ll be in and out in a jiffy.”
I didn’t question his explanation because it wasn’t unusual for him to need to pick up paperwork from his office there after we moved into our house. There were several motorcycles parked in front of the clubhouse when we pulled up, but that was normal too.
Shaw must have counted on me needing to pee to get me inside—which was a safe assumption since our baby girl liked to bounce on my bladder. When we walked in the door, the entire front area was full of friends and family, who all yelled, “Surprise!”
“Oh my gosh,” I squealed, stunned to see the place decorated with streamers and balloons. “Is this all for me?”
“Damn straight.” Shaw gave me a quick kiss before beaming a smile at me. “I couldn’t let my wife’s birthday pass by without doing something extra special.”
“Thank you,” I gasped before my mom rushed over to give me a hug.
“Anything to make you happy, baby,” he murmured in the rush of people who followed her, staying by my side.
“I can’t believe Izzy is here too,” I cried after everyone finished greeting us. The last time I saw her was on my wedding day, but we talked on the phone all the time now that the danger to my mom and me had passed. “How did you pull all of this off without me knowing?”
“I had a lot of help. Wasn’t sure about throwing you a surprise party with you being so close to your due date, but all the old ladies told me that I was being ridiculous,” he murmured, pulling me against his side.
Tilting my head back to smile at him, I asked, “Did they actually say ridiculous?”
“Only your mom.” He shook his head with a laugh. “The other old ladies said some shit along the lines of me being an overprotective, macho, alpha male.”
Picturing how that conversation went down, I giggled. “They’d know since they’re all married to their own Neanderthals.”
My mom joined us, wagging her brows. “Maybe it’s time I found one of my own.”
“It’s not like I can stop you from dating.” I wagged my finger at her. “But Shaw is going to look into any guy who you go out with. If he says they’re no good, then you don’t go.”
She rolled her eyes. “I think you forgot that I’m the mom and you’re the daughter.”
I loved my mom, and she had been so helpful during my pregnancy, but that didn’t mean I would ever trust her taste in men. “Yeah, well…I’m going to be a mom too any day now, and I want my daughter to have her grandmother in her life, happy and healthy.”
“And no way in hell am I letting anybody I don’t trust near my wife and child,” Shaw growled.
She held her hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Okay. Fine, my son-in-law can do background checks on as many guys as he wants, just so long as I get plenty of time with my granddaughter so I can spoil her properly.”
A sharp pain rolled over my stomach, and I almost doubled over. “We got that figured out in the nick of time. We need to go to the hospital now.”
Danica had taken her sweet time, going a week past my due date. But she hurried up once she was ready to be born, only taking three hours after we got to the hospital.