Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
The ceremony was short and the guest list small—only our dads, our brothers, Olivia, Andrew, and Elijah. But today we were having a party at Carrick’s to celebrate. I couldn’t imagine now why that hadn’t always been my first choice of venues.
Wilder finished rubbing my feet and tugged me down onto the couch at his side. “Come here, wife.”
I smiled. “I like the sound of that.”
He cupped a hand at the back of my neck. “And I like the sound you make when I stick my cock in you. Let’s go upstairs.”
“First of all, I can’t take you seriously when you’re wearing a mud mask. But more importantly, we have to leave in a little while.”
He rubbed his muddy nose with mine. “I’ll be fast.”
“You’re getting mud on me.” I laughed.
“Yeah, wait till you see where else I spread this stuff…” Wilder pressed his lips to mine. As usual, the kiss grew heated quickly. Luckily, the moment was interrupted by Lucas and Olivia stomping back down the stairs.
“Ugh,” Lucas said. “Get a room.”
“This is a room,” Wilder noted. “A room in my house. Maybe you should go somewhere else.”
Lucas shook his head. “I can’t even look at you with that crap on your face.”
“Yet another reason you should be elsewhere.”
I smiled and stood. “Liv, why don’t you go next door and get dressed? We’re going to leave for Carrick’s soon.”
“That’s where I was going.”
Wilder lifted his chin to his brother. “And where do you think you’re going?”
“With her.”
He shook his head. “Wrong answer. Olivia doesn’t need help dressing. But Harry wants to move some furniture around. I told him you’d stop over. Why don’t you go do that next door before we leave?”
Lucas rolled his eyes. “Fine.”
A few seconds later there was another slam!
“Why can’t they shut that door without making the house shake?” I asked.
“I have no damn clue.” Wilder reached for my face. “But where were we?”
I put a hand on his chest. “You were just about to get in the shower and wash that mud off. I’m going to attempt to fit into the dress I bought.”
He pouted. “Fine. But I have something I want to give you after I get out of the shower.”
“We really don’t have time, Wilder.”
He smiled. “I meant an actual gift.”
“Oh.” I laughed. “Okay.”
A little while later, I’d just put my new dress on when Wilder came into the bedroom dressed and clean-shaven.
“Can you zip me?” I stood in front of the mirror while my husband went behind me and pulled the zipper up. When he got to the top, the dress was pretty snug. “God, I tried this on a week ago when you bought it, and it wasn’t this tight.”
He reached around and pulled the material against my belly. It looked like I was hiding a basketball. “My little boy is growing. He’s going to be big and strong, just like his old man.”
I turned in his arms. “I hope he has your eyes.”
“I hope he has your everything else. Except maybe height and shoulders.”
Two months ago, we’d found out we were having a boy. Wilder had said he didn’t care about the sex of the baby, but I knew he was secretly happy to have the first member of his future rugby team.
“I don’t think I ever asked you, what did you weigh when you were born?”
He met my eyes. “You don’t want to know.”
“Oh Jesus. You were big?”
He bent and kissed my belly. “Your mother scares easily, so we’re going to keep that info to ourselves.” Wilder stood and kissed my lips. “Come on. I want to give you something.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, and Wilder slipped a manila envelope from his nightstand. “This is only a proof. I wanted you to see it before it goes to print on Monday.”
“Print? What is it?”
“Open it and see.”
I unfastened the metal closure and reached inside, pulling out a magazine. It was upside down and backward, so I flipped it over. My heart stopped when I saw the cover.
“Oh my God. Is this real?”
Wilder smiled. “There’s a six-page spread inside, too.”
A photo from our wedding was on the cover of Bride magazine. Wilder was dipping me for a kiss in front of one of the stone archways of St. Dunstan. It looked even more magical than I remembered.
“It’s the last wedding in the series,” he said.
“How did you do this so fast? We only got home two days ago.”
“I had a lot of help from Elijah, and the art department at the magazine was on alert, waiting for the photos to come in. I’d already given them all the details to draft the article.”
“I can’t believe you did this.”
Wilder lifted his chin. “The spread starts on page thirty-three.”