Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“We’ll make it happen. Good to hear from you. Don’t be a stranger,” I tell him.
“Same, man.” We hang up the phone with one another right as two arms wrap around my shoulders from behind.
“Samuel, you spoil me too much,” she whispers against my ear. My hands cover hers.
“Not enough. Come sit on my lap, Eden.” I move my feet off the chair, planting them on the ground. Her skin is pressed against my naked back. It’s then I realize she’s wearing what I purchased for her. My eyes travel the length of her body. The silk and lace baby doll with matching G-string panties in the soft nude color make it look like she barely has anything on, and I know I’m going to enjoy taking it off her beautiful body.
“Is this where you want me?” Doing the exact opposite of what I expected, my soon-to-be wife is full of surprises. She straddles my lap, her core notched along my hard cock. I’m ready to slide the fabric to the side, pull my shorts down. A forceful thrust of my hips, and I’d be exactly where we both want me to be.
“This is exactly where I want you to be. I hope you’re ready to start planning our wedding. I’m not going to wait a long time. I want my last name to be yours, the sooner the better.” My hands engulf the globes of her ass, bringing her closer. Eden gets the message.
“I’ll start planning it the minute we get back home. It won’t take too much work as long as you don’t invite the whole town, Judge Kavanaugh,” she says right before pressing her lips to mine.
“Eden, the only people I care about are our few friends, your parents, and my dad. The rest can fuck right off,” I tell her before I take our kiss deeper, showing Eden exactly how I feel about making her my wife.
Epilogue
KAVANAUGH
Two Years Later
“Jesus, I’m fucked.” I run a hand down my face. In the crook of my arm lies our two-month-old baby girl, asleep, full from her mother’s breast milk, and smiling in her sleep.
“You are. Your mother said something similar the day you were born. She figured it would be her turning all the girls away in your teenage years. She wasn’t wrong. Those brazen girls would start calling before you even got home from football practice.” Dad shakes his head, lost in a memory. Eden being the amazing woman she is named our little girl after her. I don’t know who cried more when she presented the idea to my dad and me. I’m pretty sure it was a combination of all three of us shedding a shit ton of tears. Even though Dad and I tried to shrug it off like it was no big deal when in fact it was, she gave us the best gift possible.
“She’d love our little Marie,” Dad replies, right as the front door opens. It’s been Grand Central fucking Station since we got home and told everyone they could come. I never thought it would be all day of every weekend, sometimes during the week, too, when I was working.
“Where’s my goddaughter?” Amelie announces her presence. She comes into town every other month lately.
“Shhhh, she just fell asleep,” I tell her. I’m going to lose my girl from my arms as soon as Amelie can get her out of my grasp.
“Fine, I’ll go see Eden. Is she asleep, too?” Amelie puts one hand on her hip and arches her eyebrow, red hair going perfectly with the attitude she throws everyone’s way. One day, she’s going to meet her match, and it’ll take one determined person, too.
“No, she’s out on the back porch enjoying the sun on her skin.” Marie has been keeping us up at night. Her days and nights are completely off track, which is why after Eden was done nursing Marie, I told her to go take a break. That’s also about the time my dad, her parents, and now Amelie made themselves welcome.
“Good, I’ll go join her.” Amelie kisses Marie’s forehead.
“I’m going to see what we can scrounge up and start the grill. May as well make myself useful around here.”
“Thanks, Dad. I’m going to attempt to put her in the bassinet in our room. We’ll see how that goes. It seems the second she’s out of anyone’s arms, she wakes up.” We created this beast; now we’re paying the price. That’s okay. Marie will only be little for so long; we may as well enjoy it while we can.
“We’ve all been there. You and Eden will find your groove.” Dad claps my back and heads toward the kitchen. There are chicken wings in the fridge I was going to grill later today, along with vegetables and fries.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s see if you can’t sleep for a couple of hours before you wake up asking for your mom’s boob again. You’re lucky you’re cute because there’s only one person I’d share them with, and that’s you,” I tell the beauty who has her mom’s soft brown and blonde hair, blue-green eyes, and the same cupid’s bow lips. She’s going to be a damn heartbreaker. That thought makes my chest ache. Shit, maybe I should talk to Eden. Another boy in the house might not be a bad idea. We should start trying, and soon. Some might think having two children close in age is crazy, but I’m not getting any younger, and the bond the two might have after their teen years won’t be bad either.