Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“We’ll discuss it,” she says, her gaze filled with mirth. “Now, do you want the tattoo as is, or are there any changes you want me to make?”
“It’s perfect,” I tell her, kissing her soft lips. “But make sure you leave room.”
“For what?”
“For when we need to add more babies because we both know this won’t be the last time that I knock you up.” I smirk, the thought of Kinsley growing my babies in her filling me with pride. “I have plans to fill you with as many Sour Patch Babies as you’ll give me.”
“I still think we should go to your place,” I say a few hours later as I drive us back to my house.
After she finished my tattoo, she mentioned she was hungry and asked if we could go to lunch. After we ate, she insisted we go by the bookstore, saying she needed to pick up the latest book in the series she loves—and grabbed a copy for Taylor as well.
When I suggested we go back to her place—since the only thing I want to do is get her naked, and going to my place means having to wait until Taylor either leaves or goes to bed—she said she’d rather go to my place.
“We’ll have plenty of time for that,” she says, raising a brow that tells me she knows right where my mind is at. “I want to get back to Taylor. She’s still recovering.”
“She’s going to school tomorrow,” I point out. “She’s doing just fine.”
“Then, we’ll have all day tomorrow to get naked.”
“I’m not waiting until tomorrow,” I scoff. “Tonight, the second she goes to bed, I’ll be inside you. It’s been too long since you were avoiding me.” I shoot her a look, and she smiles sheepishly.
“I’m sorry. It was just so much at once. With Taylor and Jamie getting into the accident and then finding out I was pregnant. I think I needed a minute to wrap my head around it all.”
“I get it,” I tell her, taking her hand and threading my fingers through hers. “But you’re not in this alone, so in the future, when you need to wrap your head around shit, come to me, and we’ll do it together.”
She’s quiet for a few minutes, until we pull into my driveway, and she turns toward me. “I want to wait until I’m twelve weeks to tell anyone outside of our immediate family about the baby, just in case something happens. We can have dinner with my parents and yours to tell them, but I want to tell Taylor first.”
Fuck, this woman. She has no idea how special she is, but I’m going to spend every day for the rest of our lives reminding her.
When we get inside, Taylor’s sitting on the couch, reading a book. She looks up and grins at Kinsley like she knows a secret, and when Kinsley smiles back, it confirms they’re definitely up to no good.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Nothing,” Taylor says in a tone that tells me she’s full of shit.
“I got you a new book.” Kinsley reaches into her bag and pulls out the one she got her at the bookshop. “And they’re signed.”
“Oh my God, thank you!” Taylor jumps up and grabs the book, giving Kinsley a hug. “I wanted to get one before they sold out, and I completely forgot to ask Jillian to get it for me. We’re going to buddy-read it, right?”
“Of course.” Kinsley pulls out her copy of the book and waves it around before setting it down. “After we finish our current read.”
“Cool. I’m going to put it in my room.”
“Okay, and then afterward, can you come back down?” I ask her. “Kinsley and I want to talk to you.”
Taylor looks between us suspiciously, nods, and then heads upstairs.
“You know,” I say, pulling Kinsley into my arms, “we never discussed you moving in here. With a baby on the way …”
“A baby that won’t be here for several months,” she notes. “I need to go pee, and then I’m going to freshen up.”
I follow her into my room, and the second we enter, something feels different. The first thing I notice is a candle on the dresser. One I haven’t seen before.
“Did you buy this?” I ask, picking it up. It’s white, and it reads, We love sex in the first chapter.
“No.” She laughs. “My cousin Natalia gave that to me a few years ago for my birthday.”
She takes it from me and sets it down, then heads to the bathroom, but I stay where I am, looking around. There’s a picture frame on the dresser that wasn’t there before. It’s of Kinsley and her parents in a whitewash wooden frame. I’ve only been to her place a few times since we usually come here, but I remember it being on her end table in her living room.