Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“Alright, we’ll work on the clothes and bedding. You guys can do toys, toiletries, and I’m assuming you’ll want to help Winn out with the necessities?” Lennon suggests.
“Works for me,” I reply. Trent looks like he dodged a bullet, and Asher is looking at his newly pregnant fiancée with nothing but adoration. He’s got it bad. Can’t say that I blame him. There’s something about having a woman who has your ring on her finger, your last name attached to hers, and with any fucking luck, I’ll get that dose of Winn one day becoming pregnant with our child.
“Alright, I’ll make sure to grab the batteries.” Kennedy laughs while spinning on her heel and making her way inside.
“You’re screwed, but it’s going to be fun as hell going to the penthouse and seeing toys littered every which way,” Trent tells me.
“Not worried about a mess. Seb is funny as hell, has no problem telling it like it is, and is the spitting image of Winn.” My phone vibrates in my hand, and I take the time to look down at the notification.
Madre: Don’t forget pull-ups. Sebastian also loves sippy cups with a straw. I swear if I didn’t have him here with me and eating a pile of waffles, I’d meet you to shop. Next time, and I’ll take Winnie and Seb with me, too.
Me: Gracias, Mamá.
Me: For everything.
“Everything okay?” Ash asks, realizing the girls have taken off and now we’re the ones left. I pocket my phone, keeping it near just in case. I don’t need any more distractions from my mom, and knowing her, she’ll add more to the list. For now, we’ll be good with what we’ve got.
“Never better. Never fucking better,” I reply. They don’t respond, already getting what I have in my life, and this time, it’s going to be forever.
14
WINNIE
Iroll over searching for the warmth of my husband’s body, my hand slipping through the mass of sheets and blankets but coming up empty. Johnny still loves to keep the house cold, and me being here is no exception. When I brought it up last night, he only pulled me closer, his body heat helping warm me up. Naturally, the lack of clothes we both didn’t have on played a role in me being cold. I didn’t seem to mind when he rolled us over, both of us going to our sides, my back meeting his front, one arm beneath my neck, the other draped over my stomach. It was when he found my hand and played with my wedding rings, sliding them around in circles while talking about getting the set resized with them being loose, that I told Johnny he would have to pry them off my cold, dead body. Then I admitted to him that I’ve never once taken them off our whole marriage, not when I washed my hands, not to sleep, and definitely not when we were apart.
The stirring of his cock and the deep groaning gave me all the answer I needed to know he understands my attachment to my rings. He gave them to me, we said our vows, and while we hit a bump in the road, okay, a massive roadblock, we found our way back to one another.
“Johnny?” I sit up, holding the sheets to my chest as his name comes off my lips, groggy with sleep, and I don’t see him in the bed. I blink, trying to adjust my eyes to the dark room. Johnny’s only requests in the bedroom was a heavy wood-framed bed; none of the dainty furniture he couldn’t plop down on or toss me around only for some cheaply made metal to be a broken twisted mess. Which is why I made him go furniture shopping with me. I’d found the website while on my lunch break. My laptop was resting on my knees in the break room while I scrolled and scrolled until I found the style that would complement both of our styles, since, you know, bachelor bare bones didn’t really work when I moved in.
The heavy platform-style bed I’m currently lying in was ours the minute Johnny’s eyes landed on it. I mixed in more feminine touches throughout the room; the extra pillows and fluffy comforter were starters. Every paycheck, I’d add more, a lamp here, a vase with flowers there. Flowers that Johnny would refresh when he noticed they started to wilt. The nightstands matched our bed, and while we picked out a couple of pieces of artwork, the real showstopper is the view, the city mixed with parks and trees, the sunsets, and the sky. The transom-style windows and massive doors let us see it all, until night fell, then I’d close the thick, heavy, room-darkening curtains and closed us in from the outside world.
It also helped Johnny sleep, which he so desperately needed after working his crazy hectic schedule. Today, I seem to be reaping the rewards. I look around the room for a clock but don’t find one, and that makes sense. Johnny always hated to be on someone else’s schedule. “An alarm clock is enough,” he’d say. “The rest of the world can wait when we’re in bed together.”