Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“I should. Someone has been working me to the bone,” she sighs, grinding her ass on my lap. I lift her off me and set her down on the sofa.
“Lie here for now. I shouldn’t be too much longer, and then I’ll drive you home.”
“Sounds good, Daddy.” We won’t worry about her vehicle because we’ll both be back tomorrow.
“Damn, baby girl. Don’t talk like that. I have to get back to work sometime today.” I adjust myself through my jeans, and she lets out a soft, musical giggle before falling asleep. My life has never been better, and I can’t wait for what the rest will bring.
Vivian
Twelve years later
“Mom, you’re spoiling them,” I say, setting down the grocery bags on the counter. She came over to watch the little ones while I went out shopping alone. I swear there wasn’t a new dollhouse in her arms when she walked through the door this morning, and yet there is one sitting in the middle of my kitchen floor in the play yard with the two little ones. I leave the back door open.
She waves her hand at me, hushing me.
I walk back out to grab the last set of bags. “Mom, the girls don’t need more toys,” I sigh, unloading the bags onto the floor near the pantry door.
She scoffs. “It’s my job as a grandma. It’s in the description. Didn’t you read it when you hired me all those years ago?” she answers, rolling her eyes at me. I can’t with her. Sometimes I don’t even know why I bother trying because she’s not going to give in. It’s been twelve years and five babies.
She stands up and starts helping me with the bags. “There’s more isn’t there?” I asked.
“Only for the older ones.” I laugh because I’m not even remotely bothered by the spoiling. It saves Simon and I from having to do it. We do the disciplining and that’s perfect for us.
“Are you staying for dinner?” I asked as I finished putting away the onions.
“I can’t because the babies and I are going to my house for the night,” she says, smirking at me while picking up one of the toys.
“What?”
“Yes, you and your hubby are going to have a night alone while we take the little ones.”
“Are you serious?”
“Sure. Why not? We love having the grandbabies over. Besides, Daniella isn’t breastfed anymore, so it’s perfect. You don’t have to worry so much, Vivi.”
I set my hands on the counter and stare at my mom who is a darling. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”
She scoffs, “Please. I’m so happy that we have so many little grandbabies to spoil.” She picks up Daniella, holding her close. “Nana, loves her babies.” We were all concerned that I’d have problems like my mom and that I’d have trouble with my pregnancies, but so far it’s been easy.
“They love you too.”
“Knock, knock,” I look over at my back door and see my father waving.
“Daddy, come in.”
“You know you shouldn’t leave your door open like that,” he says, wagging his finger.
I shook my head at him, frowning because he knows the house is well secured. “My gate is secure, and you knew the code to get in. Besides, the house needs some air, but you’re right. Look what rabble just comes in here.” I jab my thumb toward my father and my mother giggles.
“So are we snatching the babies today?” my father asked, rubbing his hands together.
“Yes, we are,” my mom says, squeezing the baby.
“Do you want me to drop off the boys when they get off of school?”
“No, Simon should be getting them on his way home and then dropping them off. Let’s get their things together.”
“So he’s in on this?”
“Yes, I stopped by the shop this morning.”
“That’s why he acting strange when I called this morning.” He was almost too happy on the call. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked forward to a night with Simon. We get our moments alone, but with so many children, it gets a little more difficult.
“Yep.” It took about twenty minutes before I kissed my baby girls’ cheeks and whispered goodbye until tomorrow.
As dinner roasts in the oven, I showered and prepared for my husband’s arrival. I came down in a summery dress, just as the timer buzzed. I turned it off and set the pan on the stove to cool as the lock on the front door clicks and my heart does flips.
As soon as Simon’s eyes land on mine, all thoughts of dinner disappeared. The lecherous look in his gaze shoots straight through my stomach and my pulse quickens. “Wife, what are you wearing?”
“You like it?” I choke out the words.
“Like is an understatement. I think you’re trying to end up with baby number six.” With every word, he moves a step closer. His keys hitting the kitchen table, eyes never leaving me.