Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
The master is on the main level that has a nursery attached to it. At least that’s what it will keep being until Chase and I decide we’re done having kids. We’re already on our third. We made sure to have some space between them, wanting to make sure each got the attention they needed. It’s helpful that they have two sets of grandparents that are very hands-on.
Plus, Molly and I will meet up and just let them run themselves wild in the pool or down in the game room. Some days I’m exhausted, but every day I go to bed with a smile on my face. I have the family I always wanted.
I asked my dad if he wanted to do a paternity test. He said no unless there was some health reason, which there hasn’t been. I’m his daughter, and that’s the end of it. I think with Grace coming into our lives and the shit Heidi pulled, it really woke my father up to the life he’d been living.
For so long he was scared of getting hurt, so he kept everyone at arm's length. Even his children. Goes to show you what a good woman can do to a man. That woman is an angel, and we’re all blessed to have her in our lives. I even call her Mom now, and Molly calls Tomas Dad.
I also call Chase’s parents Mom and Dad, but that wasn’t too much of a stretch. When I was younger, I was always around them. I knew I missed them, but I hadn’t realized how much until they were fully back in my life and we were planning weddings and doing normal family things. In a messed-up way, Heidi did have a small part in all of this. I’ll never let her back into our lives, even when she’s done with her stint in prison. A small part of me thanks her in a way, but I’ll never say that out loud. She’s already gotten more than she should have from this family.
Knowing Chase has started getting the turkey ready, I take my time getting myself together. I still enjoy getting dolled up from time to time for my man. I put waves in my hair and do some light makeup before I pull on a dress that shows off my small baby bump. Our first two babies were girls, and I took forever to show. That’s not the case with this little guy. I’m not even four months along, and I look almost six. He’s going to be his father's size.
“Hey, you two look pretty,” I tell my girls when I walk out of the bedroom. They’re sitting at the kitchen island eating donuts. Powdered sugar covers their hands and faces.
“It’s Thanksgiving,” Chase says before I can question the donuts, but I wasn’t going to. This kitchen is about to be in full use, and breakfast is not on that list.
“It is. How are my little turkeys?”
“Daddy braided my hair,” Ella says. “He’s getting as good as you, Mom.”
“I think he’s been watching YouTube videos or something. Trying to give me a run for my money.”
“I brushed mine” is all Elsa mutters. She’s not a morning person.
“Well, it’s a bit wild, but that suits you,” I tease my oldest.
“I’ll fix it later.” She shoves a donut into her mouth.
“Pull it back, honey, if you want to help us in the kitchen today.”
“Nope, she’s with us,” Chase says.
“Football!” Elsa shouts, perking up instantly.
Elsa and Ella start bickering over football. Ella thinks it’s stupid and lists her reasons while Elsa defends her favorite sport.
“Why do you do this to me?” Chase comes up behind me, brushing my hair off one shoulder. He kisses my neck.
“You’d better not,” I hiss. I still don’t let him live that hickey down. Oh, he still gives them to me, just not in places that are so noticeable.
“You tempt me, sweetness.”
“Then make sure you save lots of room for dessert.” I turn in his arms.
“I’ve always got room for dessert when it comes to you.” He kisses me. Both the girls groan and call us gross. The doorbell goes off, interrupting us. Our family is already arriving. No one is ever late around here. If anything, we’re early and stay late. I love it. I also love that this family keeps getting bigger and bigger. “If you think I’m waiting until tonight to have you again, you’ve lost your mind.”
“Chase,” I warn.
“I’ll have a little taste later. No one will have to know. It’ll be our little secret.” He smirks.
Yes, our sweetest secret. One of many.