Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
After, we cuddle together on the front porch. He added a porch swing a few days after I mentioned wanting one. He’s always doing that, listening to what I say and making my life a little bit brighter. I can’t believe such an amazing man is all mine.
He pulls out a grape from the picnic basket and pops it into his mouth. I brought a basket of finger foods to the cabin. My man always makes me work up an appetite. I’ve learned to bring food because once he has me alone, the only thing he wants to eat is me.
“How was work?” I ask. I love these mundane, ordinary moments with him. I’ve joined a group on social media for spouses of law enforcement officers. After seeing some of their posts, I’m doubly glad that my husband works in a boring small town that doesn’t see much action. I’d rather he spend his time chasing raccoons than bad guys.
He grunts. “The usual chaos. How was your class today?”
I’ve started taking one class a week at a community college in Sweetgrass River. I don’t have to work since Griffin and I are married. He’s more than happy to support our family, but I still plan to become a pharmacist.
I’m going to do it slowly over the course of a few years because I want to be there for Daisy as she grows up. Well, Daisy and her new sibling.
I can’t wait until I’m showing. I might be one of those pregnant women that walks around in the teeny crop tanks. I want the whole world to know I’m carrying my husband’s baby.
“I didn’t go to class today,” I tell him. Class was yesterday. He knows that, but in the chaos of working the night shift for the past three days, he’s probably forgotten. “I was at the clinic for an appointment with Dr. Cash.”
“Oh, is he going to give you a letter of recommendation for your courses?” He pulls out one of Aunt Dorothy’s homemade cookies and feeds it to me.
“Not quite.” We’ve never once used protection, and we both want more children. But we’ve never talked about when to have those kids. I’m thrilled with the news I’m pregnant. I adore little Daisy, and I love that she’s going to have a sister or brother that’s close to her age. “It was more about my health.”
He frowns. “Do you feel like you have the flu again? I know it was rough for a couple of weeks, but then you seemed to bounce back.”
“It’s not the flu. I’m pregnant,” I tell him, butterflies taking flight in my stomach. When I was pregnant with Daisy, I couldn’t share the good news with her father. I celebrated her conception alone in my dingy apartment. Now, I have a cowboy who’s going to be over the moon to learn our family is growing.
He slides off the swing and drops to his knees on the porch. He puts his hand on my stomach, his voice filled with awe, “You’re carrying my baby.”
“I’m so excited. I didn’t think it would happen this quickly,” I admit. I thought it would take a few months. I’ve heard that it can take up to a year to get pregnant, and we weren’t even trying.
“Does he know how far along we are?” His big, work-roughened hand is still cupping my stomach.
“He thinks around twelve weeks. Our little plum looks healthy. He set me up to go get an ultrasound in a couple of weeks. We’ll know whether we’re having a boy or a girl then.”
He lifts my shirt and presses a soft kiss to my stomach. “Hi, baby. It’s Dad. I love you and can’t wait to meet you soon. You stay warm and comfy in there, and don’t worry about a thing. I’m going to take good care of you and your mama.”
I smile and thread my fingers through his hair. “You’re going to have add more bedrooms to our house plan.”
“You keep making babies, and I’ll keep building as many bedrooms as you want. I love you, wife. Now and forever.”
He lifts his head to take my mouth in a heated kiss that has me wanting to go right back in the cabin. This cowboy is insatiable, and I love it.