Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“Oh yeah?” I respond as her voice gets animated and I know she’s excited.
“I have. I even have a board I started last week.”
“I want you to show me,” I urge her and get excited. “Where is it? Can I go get it?” I ask her and she smiles.
“It’s on my laptop.” I get out of bed, grabbing a pair of shorts and rushing down the steps. I can hear her laughing the whole time. I grab it and then run back into the room, and she’s sitting up in bed. Her face that looked exhausted now looks awake.
“Okay, so this is very, very basic.” She opens her laptop. “Because I wanted us to choose a couple of things together, but…” She turns it to me and I see the mock-up room she made. “The crib is a bleached wood, so it can be for a boy or girl. Which is good for the next one.”
“The next one.” I wink at her. “I like the sound of that.”
She rolls her eyes at me before continuing what she was going to say. “Then I was thinking a cream plush rug in the middle of the room. The walls can be painted a soft ecru, and if it’s a boy, I was thinking of having someone come in and paint his name in the middle of it in a soft baby blue, and a soft pink if it’s a girl. I love this oversized, what looks like a couch, but is actually a rocking chair and it comes with the matching ottoman. It’s very neutral but you can add a blue or pink blanket on it. We can also put some soft mint-colored things. I just figure the baby isn’t really going to know what his room looks like or care, for that matter. When he or she gets to be two and we know what they like, we can change it accordingly.”
“I think it’s perfect,” I compliment her. “Is it crazy I can picture you sitting in that chair with the baby on your chest, and me coming home from a game to find the two of you?” I say the vision as if it was always there. I look at the computer, then back at her. “The team is having family skate next week,” I tell her and she looks over at me as she turns in my arms, “and I want you to come with me.”
“Well, yeah, obviously.” She buries her face in my neck, kissing me as I continue to stare at the room I am going to make sure comes to life exactly the way it is in her vision. “I have to go out and buy jeans, but I think I’ll be good.” I close the laptop and lie back down in the bed once I place it on the side table. She follows me down and puts her hand on my chest, and then places her chin on it to look up at me.
“You went shopping yesterday,” I remind her.
“I went out with Zoey and ended up at Gabriella’s crying about you, stupid jerkface.” She looks up at me, her chin on her hand. “So there was no shopping done. But my aunt is on the hunt for clothes for me, so I should have something this week.”
“You cried?” I whisper and drag her up on my body so she’s lying on me and face-to-face. “I’m sorry I was a jerkface.”
“I’m sorry you were a jerkface also,” she jokes and I kiss her lips. “Now I have to sleep.” She puts her head on my shoulder and we both fall asleep.
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“Baby, are you almost done in there?” I grab the black team hoodie off the hanger, putting it on before I walk out to the bathroom.
“How is this?” She asks me, turning from the sink. Her hair is on the top of her head in a ponytail, soft ringlets are loose at her ears. She’s wearing black baggy jeans with a white tank top and a beige jacket. “I’ll put your jersey on when I get there,” she says and I smile at her.
“You look so fucking sexy.” I lean against the doorjamb, watching her.
“I’m literally covered from head to toe.” She looks down, rolling the sleeves of her jacket with big gold buttons.
“I know, which makes it even sexier since I know that not too long ago, I titty-fucked you and came in your mouth.” I stand up. “I’m going to fuck you on that counter if we don’t get the fuck out of here.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” she retorts, smirking at me as I slide my hand in hers, “and then we can just stay home, and I can eat a Bundt cake off your cock.” She winks at me and I shake my head, walking into the garage and pressing the button to open the garage door. “I think we need a new house,” I state. “Like, I love this house, but I think we need something with a yard.”