Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I grinned. “Go play with your girl. She’s been dying to find shells with you.”
Constance and Wendy left, and I watched them go, a rightness to the moment that I’d never dared to dream of having.
“Hey, I found that one!” Constance teased Wendy.
“No, I did!” Wendy shook her head.
“I gave birth to you, so I win.”
Wendy threw up her hands. “That was one time!”
A yell came from farther down the beach, and I looked over and my heart caught in my throat.
A familiar face came into view as the woman turned around, and the man at her side said something in a grating voice that had always gotten on my nerves.
The woman came closer and her gaze caught on my screaming son.
A little boy that looked like my mini-me in every way.
Same hair. Same eyes. Same facial structure.
All of it something I used to have and now didn’t.
Madalyn paused next to my chair, and I tried hard not to focus too hard on her.
“What a cute baby,” she said sweetly, then turned to the man at her side. “Are you sure you don’t want one?”
The man snorted. “No. Never have. Never will.”
Madalyn, my once fiancée, looked like she’d lost at life when he said that.
She’d always wanted kids. Never danced around the fact that she wanted a dozen.
But it seemed like karmic justice to know that she’d never gotten the happily ever after she’d claimed to want with me once upon a time.
“He’s just a sweetheart.” She sighed, her eyes losing focus. “He looks a lot like someone I used to know.”
I didn’t say anything.
And luckily my girls came back to show me a massive shell, which caused Madalyn and the man she cheated on me with to scurry off.
Constance glared at her back. “Who the fuck was that?”
I smiled and patted my little man on the back. “No idea. Someone that loves kids and her man refuses to give them to her.”
Wendy snorted. “Then she should leave him. You should never give up your dreams for a man.”
I held out a fist for her to bump. “Amen, sister.”
Wendy bumped my fist, then ran back to the place the old man had finally given up searching.
Constance studied me for a long moment before she said, “You okay?”
I nodded. “Never better.”
And it was.
I had the job I wanted.
Wendy was healthy as a horse.
The family that I’d dreamed of.
The club brothers that I’d always longed for.
There was nothing that I could dream up that would give me a better life than the one I had.
An alert popped up on my phone, and I glanced over at it to read the readout.
Black:
Mrs. Pendelton is now Mrs. Rhodes. And Eustace found out about it and cried. Even better, one of the inmates stole his wheelchair and left him in the bathroom by the toilets to rot. Best day ever.
I did tend to agree.
When I looked out over my little family, I knew that the best was yet to come.
There was always room for more happiness.
Even if my kid screamed like the world was dying.
Peanut barked and came barreling toward us, Janet and Israel behind him.
Then Possum landed on the beach next to my chair, and all was finally right in Rex’s world.
His best friend was there.
Grumpy and grumpier, at your service.