Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Yummy. Exactly how I like it.”
As we eat, Dad gets a mischievous look and asks, “So when are you having another baby?”
I almost curse at Dad but swallow the words down while shaking my head. “Once Kai is fully trained to pee in a toilet.”
“Jesus, Augusto,” Mom gasps. “That’s give or take four years!”
“Exactly.” I pin Dad with a glare. “Thanks, Dad.”
“Just keeping things interesting, son.”
“No, but seriously, are you going to wait so many years?” Mom asks.
“We’ll have another child when we feel ready,” I say, considering the subject closed.
If it were up to Mom, my poor wife would pop out a baby every year. She lives for her grandchildren.
Kai begins to fuss, and before I can even think to set down my plate so I can take him, Mom darts to her feet. “Come to Grammy, my sweet little boy.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I say, and the instant Yuki’s arms are free, I pass her the plate. “Eat more, my love.”
“You too.” She takes a scoop of potato salad and moans while chewing. “You make the best salad, Mom.”
I shift in my chair, trying to adjust my cock that’s hardening because my wife will never learn not to moan while we’re surrounded by family.
Noticing, she whispers, “Sorry.”
“You’ll pay for it later.”
Leaning closer to my ear, she replies, “Don’t try to threaten me with a good time.”
“What are the two of you whispering about?” Dad asks.
“Nothing,” we answer at the same time, which has him chuckling.
Every passing year, Dad gets more mischievous and likes to stir up shit. Secretly, I love it, but I’ll never admit it to him.
My gaze moves to Mom, who’s rocking Kai and cooing to him.
I hope Yuki and I will be like my parents when we’re their age.
Wrapping my arm around my little shapeshifter's shoulders, I hold her close to me, thankful I get to grow old with her.
The End.