Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Are they okay?” Cammie asks, worrying as only a five-year-old can.
“Yeah, they just miss each other.”
“Like how I sometimes miss you when you take forever to come back and see me,” she says, full of innocence.
I kiss her forehead and then we walk to the house. Leaving Sabre and Daphne to hug and hopefully heal some of the wounds that are slowly killing them both.
Cammie and I are almost in the house when the sound of another vehicle makes me stop. I turn to watch that fucking asshole Dane pull up in his BMW with his whore in the passenger seat. How the fuck could someone leave Daphne, with her curves for days, gorgeous green eyes, and rich, copper hair that falls in waves around her gorgeous face? That bitch in the BMW is like fake Barbie. Hell, she probably has just as much plastic in her as the doll does.
He gets out of the car as his whore does the same and struggles to keep her tits in her tight dress as she shuffles her feet to stand beside Dane. “Sabre, good to see you,” Dane says, eyeing Daphne and Sabre closely.
“I wish I could say the same,” Sabre responds, looking at the worthless piece of shit in front of him.
“Do you want to say hello to your daddy before we go play, Pixie?”
“No. Daddy makes Mommy cry,” she whispers softly. Her entire body tense.
“Then let’s go play.”
Sabre looks at me and nods, but it’s Daphne’s eyes that gut me. They’re eyes that no longer sparkle. Her eyes just look dead. She mouths the words, thank you. I give her a grim smile and turn to go into the house with my second favorite girl in the world.
At least one of my girls loves me …
EPILOGUE—HAPPILY EVER AFTER
IZZY
Epilogue
Izzy
Five Years Later
I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m sitting on the couch in the sitting area of our master bedroom. I’m holding Caleb’s hand, and I can’t do anything but stare at the two pregnancy tests that are lying on the console table across from us. This is happening sooner than we planned. Sure, I just finished my residency, but I start my two-year fellowship next month. It’s definitely not the ideal time to have a child. I don’t know how to feel about any of this.
It's a complete shock. We’ve been very careful to prevent pregnancy. We had a small scare right after we bought our house. It was serious enough that we went back to using condoms along with my birth control. I didn’t like it—I prefer not having anything between us when we are making love—but it was the smart thing to do.
Now, here we are. It’s not like we got complacent, but a broken condom along with a bout of flu that made me forgetful enough that I forgot to take my pills, and here we are. I’m not sure why I’m freaking out. Caleb and I are fantastic. Loving him and letting all my walls down was the best decision I ever made in my life. If I am pregnant, we’ll handle it just like we handle everything else in our lives—together.
“I’m so sorry, Isolde. This is all my fault,” Caleb says, sounding disgusted with himself. “The last thing I wanted was to cause your career to get sidetracked,” he adds making me smile.
I lean up and kiss him on the cheek. “Your fault?” I question. “How? Because your dick is so big the condom broke? I think it has more to do with how greedy I am to have you inside me, that I didn’t exactly ride you gently. If you remember, I can’t get enough of you and I rode you hard. I didn’t even let you rest. Hell, I kept going until we both passed out.”
He laughs and kisses my forehead. “I love you. Whatever the tests show, we’re in this together,” he vows.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way and honestly, if I am pregnant, I’m okay with it. I wasn’t planning for it to happen this soon, but I want your babies, Caleb. I want to feel them growing inside of me and know I’m carrying our future in my body.”
“Woman, if you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you now and do it in a way that if you aren’t knocked up, you will be when I’m done with you.”
I don’t even try to stop my giggles. “I’d tell you not to threaten me with a good time, but you need to hold that thought, because it’s time to read the tests.”
Caleb stands, leaning down to kiss my forehead. He walks over, grabs the tests, and looks at me. “Do you want to read it, or do you want me to?” he asks.
“Go ahead,” I encourage him.
I watch closely as Caleb looks down at the test. His face gives nothing away as he walks over to me. Then he grins and slowly kneels in front of me. His lips press against my stomach, then he looks up at me with so much happiness shining on his face that it steals my breath.