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)
I walk in and toss the key card on the little table in the corner and then my bag on the floor before taking my phone out and calling her.
“You have, like, the perfect timing,” she huffs. “I just stepped foot into my apartment.”
“You didn’t text me,” I scold, trying not to fixate on the fact that she’s not at my house, but it bothers me so much.
“Oops, my bad,” she replies and I take the phone from my ear and press the FaceTime button.
“What are you doing? Are you FaceTiming me?” she groans. “No one does this anymore.”
“I do,” I tell her. “Answer the phone, I want to see you.”
“Annoying,” she mumbles and then the circle starts to spin, and her face fills the screen. Her hair looks like it’s fanned on the pillows.
“Are you lying down?” I ask her.
“Yes, which is gross since I have airplane clothes on, but it’s the couch, so it’s not that bad.”
“You tired?” I ask her.
“You could say that. I forgot how long the flight is from the West Coast to the East Coast. Plus, it’s like your child is sucking the energy right out of me,” she tries to joke.
“I thought this was our child.” I smile and see her eyes light up and, fuck, what I wouldn’t give to kiss her.
“It is, but when it does something wrong, it’s automatically yours.” I laugh at her reasoning.
“When do you go and see the doctor?” I ask her and she shrugs.
“I saw my OB/GYN in New York where she confirmed my pregnancy. She said to make an appointment with her after the twelve-week mark, which is the first trimester.”
“I want you to do whatever is easiest for you. But do you think if I send you my schedule, you can get an appointment that I can be at?” I ask her. “I already missed so much; I don’t want to miss any more.”
“Of course,” she says softly, “and you haven’t missed anything. I just don’t know where I’m going to book it.”
“I guess we should maybe think about where you are going to be having the baby,” I offer, trying to get my heart to not pound out of my chest.
“I’m obviously going to have the baby in California. I won’t be able to fly there once I get to a certain point.” The tension leaves my body. “And the logistics of you coming here if my water breaks and the flight is six hours…”
“Do you think you can come back to California soon?” I ask her.
“I don’t know, I have to check my schedule,” she answers softly. “I took the last three days off. Besides, are you even going to be there?”
“I get home Saturday night, I think.” I pull up the travel schedule. “Yeah, we fly out after the game, arriving at like two a.m.” Her eyes go big. “But I get two whole weeks at home.”
“Wow, that’s long.”
“Yeah, I have six games in those two weeks. But all at home.”
“When do you normally play?” she asks me.
“Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday,” I answer her, “and we have practices on the off days, except on Sunday and Friday.”
“So you’ll be home at night except for game nights?” she asks and I nod my head.
“Okay, I’ll look at my schedule and see if I can make it work.” She turns on her side.
“Whatever it takes to get you here I’ll do. I’m not spending days without you again.” My voice goes higher at the end. “I really want to kiss you, Ariella,” I tell her softly, turning to the side and pretending I’m lying beside her.
“You are going to have to save all those kisses, Jaxon.” She smiles.
“And then what? Do I hand in coupons when I see you?” She barks out laughter. “I love when you laugh as much as when you moan out my name.”
She rolls her eyes. “You just got the coupon taken away and tossed in the garbage.” Now it’s my turn to laugh.
“What?” My eyes look into hers. “I like when you laugh but nothing can compare to when you moan out my name.”
“Okay, I get it.”
“Am I turning you on right now?” I ask her, seeing her eyes change right before mine. “Baby, this is going to be the longest four days of my life,” I admit to her. “I’m used to waking up to you sucking my cock.”
She gasps. “That happened one time and you were already up, ‘massaging’”—she uses one hand to air quote—“my breast.”
“I was just making sure you didn’t go anywhere.”
“By tweaking and rolling my nipple.” She chuckles.
“Then you ground that ass into my cock,” I remind her and I groan as I reach down to fix myself.
“Is your cock hard?” she mocks me. “Oh, poor little baby.”
“Hey, watch the words when you are talking about my cock. At no time should you mention little in the same sentence.”