Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“I saw that there were some Pedialyte popsicles in the freezer. I’ll get one. Do you need anything?”
“Not right now, but I plan to dive into the soup in a little bit,” I tell her.
“It was good, but he didn’t eat much of it,” she says, her brow furrowing.
“Thank you for trying. Sloane, you’ve gone out of your way to make him feel better. He doesn’t eat much when he’s not feeling well.”
“I know that about kids, but it’s different when it’s yo—one that you’re close to,” she quickly changes her words. Her eyes soften when she looks at Camden. “I’ll be right back, buddy,” she tells him, and darts off for the kitchen.
She’s back a few minutes later, handing me a bottle of water and offering Camden the popsicle wrapped in a paper towel. Instead of taking it from her, he opens his mouth, and she gives him a bite, which is more like a lick.
“Cold,” he says, and finally sits up in my lap and reaches for the popsicle.
“Thanks for this.” I hold up the water before screwing off the cap and taking a long drink.
“I hope he’s better for trick-or-treating next weekend.”
“I’m sure he will be. Just a little cold, right, bud?” My son ignores me as he sucks on his popsicle.
“Did I tell you that everyone is going with us? And they’re all dressing up?”
“Everyone as in…?”
“I mean, everyone. I even texted Foster and got him on board to come with us as himself. I figured it would be easier to get him to go that way.”
“What’s everyone else dressing up as?”
“Reid, Bellamy, and Coral are going as a momma, daddy, and baby cow.” She grins excitedly. “They’re adorable. Landry and Rowan are going to be peanut butter and jelly,” she says, barely containing her laughter. “It’s hilarious, and the way Landry is always hungry, it’s perfect for them.”
“That’s classic,” I tell her. “Landry is going to play that off perfectly, I’m sure.”
“Right? That’s what we said. Knox and Corie—” She places her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. “I-It’s the best,” she sputters. “Corie is going as a pregnant housewife. Long dress with an apron, and Knox, he’s going to be the milkman,” she says, her body shaking. “It’s a white hat that says Milkman, and then he’ll be dressed up in a pair of dress pants and a shirt with a tie. It’s too funny.” She giggles.
Camden laughs. It’s soft, but it’s a laugh all the same. “Swoan punny.”
“She is funny.” I smile down at him.
“All done,” he says, handing me his popsicle that he’s barely eaten any of.
“Daddy, book.”
“You ready for bed?” I ask him. His answer is to climb off my lap and grab my hand, pulling me toward the stairs. “I guess so.” Glancing over my shoulder, I say, “I’ll be down once I get him to sleep. Is he due for more meds yet?”
“Not yet. He has three more hours. Night, Cam, love you.” She waves at him.
“Cam wove you,” he says, not bothering to look back at her, keeping his sights on the stairs.
Picking him up, I carry him up the steps and to his room. A quick diaper change and not even five pages of a book, he’s sound asleep. I see Sloane already has the vaporizer running in his room, and it’s set high up on a shelf where he can’t reach it if he were to climb out of bed.
Every day, something new happens that reminds me how lucky we are to have her in our lives, and how nice it is to have a partner to share the burdens—not that my son is a burden, but the tasks of life. I guess that’s a better way to say it.
Back downstairs, I find Sloane in the kitchen scooping out two bowls of soup and placing them on the island.
“I heard you coming from the monitor,” she tells me.
“Come here.” It takes a few strides to reach her and pull her into my arms. “I missed you. Thank you for all that you’ve done today, and every day.”
“I thought we talked about this?” she asks.
“You said to stop. I never agreed,” I tell her, pulling back and placing my index finger beneath her chin and softly kissing her lips.
“Let’s eat before suave conversation skills have us abandoning dinner.”
“I could eat you instead,” I offer sweetly.
She laughs. “Later. You need real food after that game, and I know you showered and hauled home as fast as you could, so you have to be starving.”
“You could strip down and sit up here,” I tap the island next to my bowl of soup, “and I could enjoy both.” Her cheeks turn a gorgeous shade of pink.
“Eat your dinner, Daddy Sin.” She winks.
“Fuck,” I say, reaching down to adjust my cock. “I’m trying to finish dinner, gorgeous. Can you not turn me on like that?” I tease.