Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
For the next few days as she got used to the idea and her excitement built, I had to put on a brave face. I’m no misogynist, but the thought of having a little girl, someone as innocent and sweet as her to look after damn near sent me into a complete state of panic.
It’s all I can think of now and it’s making me nuts. The only reprieve I have is when we’re locked together in bed, or on the couch or in the shower, which seems to be way more often than before too since her hormones are out of whack.
In fact, we didn’t leave the house for a solid week after the doctor’s appointment once she got her head on straight. I was gearing up to tell mom and dad the news about the baby, something I hadn’t given much thought to before either.
I guess I was paying for my selfishness with the thought of my kid being a girl. I hid my fear from her very well though, especially when she started coming into her own and getting used to the idea, and it was she who got me to look at things in a whole new light.
She was so excited at the prospect of having the baby now that I caught the fever. Since she didn’t seem to care whether it was a boy or girl, I couldn’t see why I was having such a hard time with it.
And once I realized my fear stemmed from worrying about how I was going to protect my daughter in this fucked up world, all it took was me reminding myself of all the things I had at my disposal to do just that.
The fact that the kid would probably have a shadow from the day she leaves the hospital is neither here nor there. But if she’s anything like her mother, it’s a given that I’m gonna go that route.
“What did the cops say about Robert?” We were once again in bed after another marathon session, coming down from our sexual release. I’ve been doing some reading and some people say women lose their sex drive during pregnancy. You could’ve fooled me.
She seems more avaricious now than before, and the only thing that’s changed is that I no longer fuck her as hard as I used to, well unless I’m in her ass, which, now that the deed is done, is almost as often as I’m in her pussy.
She’s as cock hungry as they come and since the doctor said it was okay who am I to judge? She’d had a meeting with the cops earlier today but I’d had to go take care of some last minute things for our move next week.
Mom had taken to spending most days with her since Jennie had left the country for the summer and of course she was trying to stay on our good side because she wanted dibs on the baby when it comes. So she’d been the one to go with her to the station.
“Oh, they said that since the case with the cameras and stuff and all the other things they nabbed him for outweighs my case, I don’t have to go through with it if I don’t want to because he’s going to be sent away for a long time. They’ll still keep me up to date and I can renew the restraining order if I find it’s necessary.”
“Sounds good!” I rubbed her tummy, which was barely starting to show and she spread her legs. I looked up at her face and she had that look in her eyes. “More?” She slid down on the bed and reached for me.
“Grab the lube.”
Epilogue
LIZ
“Elizabeth Davenport come in here.” Oh dear, he only calls me by my full name when he’s upset about something. And these days that could mean any number of things.
“Yes?” I stepped into the doorway of the study where he was supposed to be doing his homework assignment.
“What is this?”
“What’s what?” I walked over to see him re-watching the day’s security reel.
“Spying on me again?”
“It’s not spying when I’m looking out for you to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. The doctor said you should rest, what were doing dusting those shelves?”
“The doctor doesn’t know what she’s talking about, I feel fine.” One episode of Braxton Hicks and he’s turned me into his prisoner.
“Lizzie…”
“It was a false alarm remember?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my growing tummy into his middle.
His hands came around me holding me as close as he could with our baby between us.
“Why won’t you behave? When did you stop listening?” I pouted up at him and he sighed and rested his forehead against mine.
Maybe about the time you put your ring on my finger and I no longer felt like I was alone in the world. Or maybe it was on our wedding night when we stayed locked together all night as you whispered how much you love me.