Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“It’s not bedtime yet,” she murmurs, pointing out the obvious since it’s still the afternoon.
“Yeah, but there’s nothing wrong with having a lazy Sunday in bed.”
She sighs into me. “I agree.”
With the hand that’s wrapped around her, I run my fingers through her hair, knowing it calms her. Sure enough, within minutes, her breathing has evened out, and she’s snoring softly.
While she sleeps, I use the hand that’s not playing with her hair to pull out my phone and search all things pregnancy. Obviously, we’re going to have to get a paternity test done. Even though Kyle’s a cheating dick, he deserves to know if he’s fathered two babies—but regardless of the outcome, I’m going to be in Kendall and these babies’ lives.
I’m reading about the decreased chance of giving birth full term with twins when Kendall stirs awake, stretching her body against mine. She glances up at me, her blue eyes meeting mine.
“Hey,” she says, her voice raspy from sleep.
“Hey back.”
“I haven’t slept that well in a while,” she admits.
“I didn’t sleep, but I get it. This is where you belong—in my bed and in my arms.”
She sighs and lays her head back on my chest. “I like being here. If it were up to me, we’d never leave.” Just as she finishes her thought, her stomach rumbles out loud as if to remind her that staying in bed forever isn’t possible.
“How about I make us something to eat, and then we can come back to bed? We can stay here until tomorrow morning when we have to go to the studio.”
She smiles up at me. “That sounds perfect.”
While I make us a simple chicken stir-fry, I ask Kendall about her appointment, wanting to know everything.
“I really thought I was at the most six weeks,” she admits. “When she told me I was fifteen weeks and there were two babies, I damn near died. Thankfully, my mom was with me.”
I chuckle, imagining Kendall finding out and the look on her face she probably had. “When are you due?”
“November third. It’s impossible to know exactly when the babies were conceived, but based on their measurements, the doctor said the estimated date of conception is February tenth.”
“We spent the night together February twelfth.” I know the date by heart. It’s the night I confessed my feelings to Kendall, and the night before the accident.
“I can’t remember when I had sex with Kyle, but if—”
“Hey.” I set the spatula down and walk over to her, letting the veggies cook. “It doesn’t matter. If he’s the dad, we’ll deal with it, but there’s no point in worrying about what-ifs. I looked it up, and your doctor can do a paternity test that won’t harm the babies.” I lean over and kiss her lips. “The test will let us know, but regardless of the results, we’re in this together, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
After eating, we head back to bed, but instead of Kendall lying back down and snuggling into me, she climbs on top of me, straddling my thighs. With my back against the headboard, I grip her hips as she leans down and presses her lips to mine.
“I missed you so much, Dec,” she murmurs against my mouth before darting her tongue out and silently asking for access.
“Missed you more, baby,” I say, then part my lips, accepting her tongue into my mouth. I suck on the tip, which has her moaning and her thighs clenching.
“I want you,” she whispers as she runs her hands down my chest and abs, then breaks the kiss to lift my shirt over my head. “I know we have things to figure out, but…”
“Kendall,” I say, holding the side of her face. “Yeah, we’ve got shit to figure out, but do you want this? Us?”
“Yes.” She nods emphatically. “I want you, always.”
“Then you’re mine, and I’m yours. Always. Which means you can have me any time you want.”
I palm the nape of her neck and crash my mouth against hers, needing to feel her soft lips against my own.
She breaks the kiss again, this time to remove her own shirt, but when she does, exposing her bare breasts and stomach, I stop in my place because holy shit, she’s a sight to behold.
“Baby…” I glide my hand over to the front of her swollen belly and admire the bump.
“I swear I popped this week,” she says with a laugh. “I had to order maternity clothes because nothing fits. I can’t even imagine how big I’ll be when I’m ready to give birth.” She smiles down at me, her eyes sparkling with happiness, and my chest expands. I love this woman so damn much, and in less than six months, we’ll be having not one but two babies. I need to make her mine—officially—as soon as possible.
I sit up slightly and tilt her back a little, then lean down so I can kiss the protruding area above her belly button, which no longer houses the navel ring she usually has. “I can’t wait to watch you grow. When’s your next appointment? I don’t want to miss another one.”