Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
When I enter the kitchen, Ellie is there with Frank. They both stop talking when they see me. I don't know why they think they can keep anything from me, but I play along. My little fox still enjoys me chasing her, and I enjoy giving my wife what she needs.
“Are you still hanging with the girls tonight?” I go to my wife, kissing the top of her head.
“Yeah, we’re just going to hang out.”
“Here?”
“Around.” I bite back a laugh at her avoiding the question the best she can without lying. Frank hides his smile behind his coffee cup. It doesn’t matter what time of day it is, he’s always drinking coffee.
“All right, have fun.” I lean down and claim her mouth in a hard kiss so that it will linger on her lips.
“You don’t have too much fun,” Ellie tells me. “I’m always watching.” She motions with two fingers from her eyes to mine.
“I’ve been married to you for years. I’d be hurt if you weren’t watching.”
"We're still in the honeymoon phase." She beams up at me. This isn't a phase for me, and I don't foresee my wife changing. Our obsession with each other works for us.
I'm bastard enough to even admit that I was good with only one child so I could devote my time to them. Everything I am is wrapped up in my two girls, and that will never change.
Ellie gives her dad a kiss on the cheek before she bounces out the back door. You can drive the Gators all around the property from one house to another. With the kids getting older, we know they will soon start to do it too. It's part of why we are settling in more here. Our children will all be starting school soon, and we want them together.
“You know what they are up to?” I ask Frank, pretty sure that he does. I have known for weeks.
“Yeah, I’m supposed to distract you,” he whispers. “Can you take a look at this faucet? I think it’s leaking,” Frank asks loudly. I bite back a laugh but keep playing along while my daughter sneaks down the stairs and out the side door.
“How come you get to go and I don’t? I joined the man haters club years ago.”
Frank chuckles. “Because that’s my rodeo.” His hand comes down on my shoulder. “I’m sure they’ll call you when someone needs torturing.”
“Maybe. Give Mac a few more years and she’ll be handling it herself.”
“Likely.” Frank chuckles again before saying goodnight and heading to bed.
I pull out my phone when one of my alerts goes off. As quickly as it goes off, it's removed. The image of the van pulling up is also gone and replaced with a feed that plays over and over again. I'm waiting for the feed to go back live. Which means the van has now left.
I debate for a second if I should go down there. Seeing my girls wins out. I go ahead and text War and Z that I'll be checking on them.
Z: You think I don't have cameras on them?
War: I don't care how safe they think their little club is. I don't like it.
Neither of these responses surprises me. War doesn't like shit unless Tova is on top of him. Z is not far behind him when it comes to Cosima.
It doesn’t go unnoticed by me that we are all being drama queens in our own way. We are doing the male equivalent of pouting without the outwardly pouting part. All three of our women know exactly how we are and how this is going to end for them. They’re doing this shit on purpose in order to get us to react.
I am more than willing to give my wife a reaction.
I go out the back and walk it instead of grabbing one of the vehicles. I’m not a fan of Ellie having a delivery driver show up here and then hiding it. There might not be a big risk, but all risks are serious to me.
We already have Mac placing secret orders online and having them dropped at the main gate. Then her favorite cousin at the moment, War’s oldest daughter, smuggles them over here and keeps some for herself. I don’t know what kind of operation they are running, but it’s around Labubus. Those fucking creepy-looking stuffed things are forming a giant pile on her bed.
I see the light spilling out from the bunker, the door having been left open. I bet my life one of them doesn’t want to close it because it’s scary. Sure, stab people, but no closing our secret bunker door while we are inside of it. Only our girls.
That thought only makes me smirk. Yeah, only our girls. The laughter spills out with the light. I think I even hear my mom. I take the four steps down into the bunker.