Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Look what I have now…
I smile as I sit in the rocking chair in the corner of Alexa’s room, watching my angel singing softly to our baby while her fingers dance across the strings of her harp.
The serene sound of my girl singing to my baby fills me with warm emotions and my eyes begin to water. I can’t believe this is real.
Alexa settles in her crib and lays down as Ellie plays a new song—Alexa’s favorite.
I just watch with a sense of awe blooming in my chest as I watch my girl doing what she loves. She’s still as beautiful as ever, even with her long golden hair tied up in a messy bun, sweat pants, and a baggy hoodie on. I still can’t believe she’s real.
The tune is slow and sweet and it always puts Alexa to sleep. It’s like magic. Ellie wrote it one winter day while she was pregnant and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. I watch my girls from the chair, feeling like I’m trespassing on heaven.
Alexa babbles like she’s singing along to the soft, tender words. Ellie looks at me and we both smile at each other. I love this life.
The babbling slows and then eventually stops as Ellie continues the song. By the time her finger plucks the last string, there’s a heavy silence in the room.
She peeks into the crib and smiles with love.
“She’s out,” she whispers.
I slowly stand up, trying to keep the wooden rocking chair from creaking, and peek into the crib.
Looking at her sleeping so soundly like that makes my heart hurt. She’s so at peace. All she knows is safety. All she knows is love.
Alexa came into our life seven months ago, and I don’t know how we lived without her for so long.
Ellie slides her hand into mine and holds it as we stare into the crib at the surreal sight. Staring at my baby is like staring at a campfire. It’s just so hard to look away.
I lean down, careful not to wake her, and press my lips to her forehead. She smells so good, like baby powder and milk.
“Daddy will protect you forever,” I whisper. It’s the same promise I tell her every night.
Ellie holds my arm and rests her cheek on my bicep as she watches Alexa’s chest moving up and down.
This right here, is bliss.
I expected fun and chaos and frustration and a messy house when we were expecting, but no one tells you about these moments—these perfect tender moments that feel like little slices of heaven. These are the moments that make it all worth it. That I’ll remember forever.
“Let’s go,” Ellie whispers, tugging my arm toward the door.
I grin when I look at my girl with that mischievous look in her eyes. I know what she wants… And what she wants? Another slice of heaven…
My heart pounds and my body tingles with lustful heat as I follow her out. I close the door quietly behind me as she nibbles her bottom lip and gives me that look.
She’s so fucking beautiful. I’m the luckiest man on the planet.
My cock turns to steel the moment my hands are on her, pulling her closer, tugging her hair loose. Golden locks tumble down as she looks up at me with the sexiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. My wife is a total knockout. She gets more beautiful every day.
She moans as I step up to her, my throbbing erection pushing into her stomach, and grab her jaw. When she looks at me like this, I know she wants it rough.
Whatever my girl wants, she gets.
“You ready to use this sexy little mouth?” I growl as I stare at her lips and tongue.
She nods, keeping those heated eyes on mine. “Whatever you want, Mr. Sheriff.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
I grab her wrists and pull them over her head as I back her up and pin her to the wall. She gasps as she rolls her hips, grinding them against my aching hard on.
“What are you going to do to me, Mr. Sheriff?” she asks in a flirty playful tone. “I’ve been a bad girl.”
I moan as I feel her up like I’m checking for weapons. She gets more and more turned on as I slip my hand under her sweater and feel her big breasts.
“Where are you hiding it?” I ask I slide my hand down her stomach. I glide my hand into her panties and cup her wet pussy as she groans and grinds against my palm and fingers.
“There it is,” I growl. “That’s what I’m looking for.”
Her head tilts back and her eyes fall closed as I play with her pussy, sliding my fingers up and down her wet slit, stopping only to rub her clit. She shivers when I slide two fingers into her sopping wet hole, burying them to the knuckles.