Hunted Season Three – Dark MMF Age-Gap Read Online Xavier Neal

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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 61149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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“Kid always does,” she snarkily sneers.

“And that’s why his ass usually does the shoppin’.”

Usually, because today I couldn’t.

Posie’s new car – that her fiancé Paolo bought her – needed more work than we thought, so I stayed in the shop later than I planned.

Despite having two hands in there most of the time now – Nolan’s hired a contractor tower to decrease his hours there – we’re rarely not running behind.

I mean…I’m grateful for the work – this whole havin’ a baby thing is expensive even when you’ve got green – but I miss the down time to have with them.

Watching movies in bed.

Making them.

Watching what we made a couple hours later ultimately delaying dinner or dishes or deciding on shit like flooring.

While I don’t miss that McAdams shit even a little…I do miss the requirements to stay locked in having sex all day.

Maybe once our little guy is born, we can hire an extra hand for the shop too.

That way we can all be hands on at the same time.

And I wanna be a hands on dad.

I look forward to it.

The feeding.

The holding.

The changing his flat – um – diaper.

Bouncing him while she finishes putting gloss on her lips or in between making Mutt his morning coffee.

I can’t wait to kiss his forehead before he goes to sleep.

His cheek when he wakes up crying.

Blow raspberries on his stomach just to hear him laugh.

Crazy thing is I never saw myself becoming a dad, but now that I’m going to be one?

I can’t imagine myself being anything else.

“Let me help,” whines Bunny on a bounce, curvy body damn near tumbling out of the barstool she can barely fit on at the moment. “I need to help.” She quickly dusts her fingers off onto the space in front of her. “Not doing anything, anywhere, is killing me.”

Yeah…she’s not handling the whole “no work” until after our little dude pops out thing very well.

It was doctor’s orders.

Doctor’s orders that I swore for a sec might cost her her best friend.

Other best friend.

While we had a lot of stress and strain and trauma during the early days of her preggerness – due to the McNightmares – the middle part had a bit too – way to go wedding and house shit – so now that we’re at the end Val demanded she backseat everything besides taking it easy.

Apparently non-car movie marathons and eating her weight in macaroni and cheese between going to O town isn’t enough.

She’s been – under the radar – extra pissy for the past nine days.

Started the same day she took out her tongue ring, claiming it was just adding to her increasing discomfort.

Not sure who wants him out more at this point.

Her or us.

We hate seeing her so damn miserable.

I prepare to immediately cave when Nolan shoots me a disapproving look.

Fuck, I know.

I know I should keep telling her no, but I’m tired of her frowning more than smiling.

He frowns all the time.

Having him continue to do it is just another Tuesday.

“You can cut the bread,” I cave, only to instantly be hit by grumbles of discontent.

“Yay!”

“But-”

“Less yay.”

“You have to sit while you do it.” Putting the pot down on the hand knitted coaster we got from Suzie as a wedding gift is accompanied by a firm expression. “I want you to keep resting your poor swollen feet until we can properly soak ‘em after dinner, baby.”

“And fuck ‘em between soaks,” Nolan needlessly adds.

“Fine,” she pouts, puffy face somehow becoming even puffier during it.

“Try again, Rabbit.”

Her lack of retort receives his glare.

“Try again, Mrs. Nolan, or I will have the other Mr. Nolan revoke his previous offer.”

Kipp Nolan sounds pretty fucking strange still.

We’re talkin’ a Lotus engine in a Honda level of weird.

But I loved that he insisted I add it to mine versus completely changing.

That he insists on introducing both of us with it.

And of course, getting to sign it to shit.

Plus, us all having the same last name as our son – who we have yet to agree on a name for – will come in handy too.

“Thank you, Kid,” Bunny lovingly corrects causing Nolan to return to his task.

I gingerly grin prior to pointing to the kitchen table that looks out onto our patio and a bit of our backyard. “Bread’s on the table.” She nods and stands while I lean over to whisper, “And thank you for having my rear, Mr. Nolan.”

“Oh, I’ve always got that…” A wolfish smirk slips into place. “Why don’t you bend over the counter and-”

“Guys…” our wife states with such horror in her voice it’s impossible not to snap our attention to her. “My water just broke.”

Epilogue

A few months after Bunny’s water broke…

Nolan

I hate covering when someone is out sick.

But I get it.

Kids get sick.

Both parents should have to miss time.

We’re just a little more fortunate in that aspect.


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