Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Fuck.
I nodded. “Okay. I’ll get ready to go. What time does transport leave?”
“0400 hours on the twenty-second.”
Fuck.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll be there.”
He hung up, and I looked at the closed bedroom door that I’d been standing in front of to take the call.
Fuck.
I shoved the phone back into my pocket and returned to the party, a little less excitement in my step than there had been on my way into the room.
I found my wife in the bedroom with our children.
“Do you like it in here?” I questioned softly from the doorway.
Krisney turned tear-filled eyes toward me. “I love it. I can’t believe this was what you’d been doing for these last few months.”
She hastily swiped her eyes, and I walked further into the room, wrapping my arms around her.
“I wanted it to be perfect,” I whispered. “I wanted it to be everything we’d always wanted.”
“It is.” She sniffled, burying her face between my pectorals. “It’s everything I ever wanted.”
I squeezed her a little bit tighter.
It’d officially been ten weeks since the boys were born. Ten weeks since both of us had had our operations to save Krisney’s life. Ten weeks of praying, loving and relearning everything there was to know about each other.
I’d had my brothers show her the house an hour before the ceremony started.
And five minutes after the ceremony was supposed to begin, I’d had to go find her, knowing that she was overwhelmed.
I hadn’t been wrong.
She’d started crying harder the moment she saw me, and then accused me of trying to make her look splotchy in all of her wedding photos.
I hadn’t, but I’d shouldered that blame.
Then I’d picked her up and circled around the outside of the house, dropping her at the end of the stupid black rug that doubled as our faux ‘aisle.’
Once my brother, Dante, had her by the arm and settled her, I made my way to the altar and waited for her.
She didn’t wait for the music at all. She just hurried toward me, threw her arms around me, and told me she loved me before the opening notes of the wedding march even started.
We were laughing, and she was crying, as Dante just shook his head and made his way to the seat that was saved for him beside my other brother, Baylor, and his wife.
Ten minutes after that, we were husband and wife, and I was kissing the living hell out of her.
Minutes after that, I’d received my phone call and had excused myself.
Which led us to now.
“I can’t believe you were able to get all this done.” She shook her head. “Reed, this place was crazy bad.”
I grinned.
“It was,” I agreed. “But I had my brothers helping me, as well as some surprise help from the other men who work for Travis. Did you know that Rafe was once a home inspector for six months?”
She shook her head. “That man is a Jack of all trades.”
He was.
She ran her hand over the mobile over Baxter’s bed, and grinned as she reached forward and picked something up.
“What’s this?”
“A baby monitor called the ‘Owlet,’” I said. “When they get off their machines, they’ll graduate to that. We can never be too safe with them.”
It was a monitor that measured the heartbeat of the baby. If the heartbeat slowed too low, then the alarm would sound on my phone, alerting me to a potential problem. Likely I was being a little too paranoid, but I’d rather be safe than sorry.
“I like it,” she murmured, her eyes turning up to meet mine. “I love you, Reed Husband.”
I chuckled. “I love you, too, Krisney Wife.”
***
It was over six hours later when the last guest finally left, leaving us alone in our newly-refurbished house, on our wedding day.
I was glad for them to be gone, but I was scared to death to tell Krisney after everything that had happened, when we were finally all together, I was given orders to leave.
God, there was nothing in the world that I wanted to do more than be there with my family, but I’d made a commitment, and if there was anyone in this world who would understand that, it was Krisney.
After stripping off my clothes, I took a few moments to collect myself.
Once done, I got up and made my way to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and somewhat trying to contain my hair, before I gave up.
Walking into the kitchen, I looked around and smiled when I saw the mess of bottles, food from last night’s rushed dinner, and my scrubs folded neatly on the countertop inches away from a pot containing leftover spaghetti sauce.
Shaking my head, I bypassed the mess and walked into the living room, smiling when I saw my three favorite people on the couch.
Krisney was on the middle couch cushion, her body scrunched forward so the majority of it was lying on the ottoman that was shoved up next to the couch. Both babies were on either side of her in a football hold, feeding each baby from a bottle.