Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
My lips press against her heated flesh, and I suck gently on the sensitive part beneath her ear. Her walls grip my dick like a vise, and within seconds, I find my own release, draining every drop into her.
“This is all I need,” I tell her as we come down from our high. “You and me—and soon, this little one.” I palm her lower belly. “Everything else is just details.”
38
Daniella
I wake up to find Matteo’s side of the bed empty, his sheets cold. Since it’s the day before our wedding, I’m off work. This afternoon, Bri, Peyton, and I are going to get our hair and nails done, and then I’ll be spending the night at their place.
When Matteo found out that I planned to follow tradition, he insisted we spend the morning together, so he must be around here somewhere.
Just as I finish my thought, a loud banging comes from down the hall, followed by the sound of something hitting the floor.
“Matteo?” I bolt out of bed in search of him, my heart pounding in worry that he fell—or worse.
It’s not hard to find him since the noise doesn’t stop, but when I do, I halt in the doorway in confusion.
Dressed in his usual jeans and black T-shirt, he’s dragging a big ol’ dresser from one side of the room to the other.
When he glances up and sees me, he stops and takes one of his earbuds out, telling me he was listening to something. He only puts both in when he’s trying to concentrate.
“What are you doing?” I ask curiously.
“Did you know that certain colors affect babies? Yellow is known to make them happy, but according to one woman, beige, gray, and taupe soothe them. Which is kind of stupid because taupe looks like a mixture of beige and gray. So, why not just say beige and gray?”
He shakes his head, and I stare at him, wondering what the hell he’s going on about.
“Another mom argued that blues, purples, and greens are the best,” he goes on. “Which is nothing like beige, so how the fuck do we figure out which color is the most soothing? And without knowing the gender?” He huffs. “I’ve changed my mind. We need to know the gender. We can’t plan without knowing which way we’re going with this. Do you have any idea how much shit babies need? A crib, bassinet, changing table. You see this dresser? It won’t work because the corners are sharp. I have moving guys on the way to pick it up.”
My jaw drops as I listen to him say more in one breath than I swear the man has spoken the entire time I’ve known him.
“Most parents have nine months to figure this all out. Technically, it’s ten because it’s forty weeks. That reminds me. We need to schedule a hospital visit. I’ve been listening to this book called What to Expect When You’re Expecting.” He nods toward his phone. “You have to register ahead of time. And apparently, we need to sign up for a class where you learn about giving birth …”
“Lamaze,” I choke out, stunned by everything he’s saying.
“Yeah.” He nods. “We need to do all that and get this place ready for a baby, and we only have less than six months. And we’re leaving in two days to go on a fucking vacation for two weeks. By the time we get back, we’re only going to have maybe four and a half, possibly five months—and that’s if you don’t go into labor early.”
He shakes his head. “Have you decided if you’re finding out the gender? If not, we can go neutral, but that will throw the purple, blue, and green color scheme out the window.” He scrubs his hand over his stubble. “I’m not trying to sound sexist, but purple in my little boy’s room isn’t the vibe I’m going for.
“We can go with beige and gray or yellow …” He glances around the room and releases an exasperated sigh. “I called my interior decorator—technically, she’s Dominick’s, but I used her for this place—and she’s going to send me a list of babyproofing companies. Did you know that over ninety thousand kids under the age of five end up in the ER from stair-related injuries? I considered moving us to a place without stairs, but we don’t have the fucking time.”
He stops momentarily to catch his breath, and a bubble of laughter escapes me as I take in everything he just said. Because my fiancé, the father of my baby, is listening to pregnancy books and searching mom groups. This man …
“Dani,” he says, cutting across the room, “Sweetness, why are you crying? Is everything okay?” His hand goes to my belly. “Are you having cramps? Most miscarriages happen before twelve weeks, but if you’re having any type of cramping or bleeding, we need to go to the doctor immediately.”