Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“I have to go,” he says, running his hand through his hair.
“What?” I shriek. “Now?” I hold out my hands. “We’re kind of in the middle of something.”
“I have to go talk to your father.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“When I met him, I told him I was the one who was going to marry you.”
“You what?” I put my hands on my head.
“Now I really have to tell him.” He looks like he’s about to run out of the house.
“Emmett,” I snap. “I was kidnapped and stabbed,” I cry out, “and he cut off my hair. I just found out you love me, and that we’re going to have a baby, and you want to go talk to my father?”
“Shit, I should get a ring.”
“Oh my God,” I say and start for the door when he grabs my hand.
“Where are you going?” He pulls me to him.
“Away from you.” I stop talking when he wraps one arm around my waist and my palms settle on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under it.
“Never,” he says, looking at me. “I’ll never let you get away from me.” He bends his head. “I love you, Lilah.”
“Promise me you’ll tell me that every single day.” I tilt my head back.
“Promise you that a day will never go by when you don’t know how much I love you. How much I love our life. How much our children mean to me.”
“Kiss me, Emmett.” I smile as his smile matches mine.
“With fucking pleasure,” he says, bending and kissing my lips, making my heart so full it hurts for a whole other reason.
“Now, can we go and get Lucy, please?” I ask, and he pulls me to him, giving me the biggest hug he’s ever given me.
“Yeah, let’s go get our girl.” He kisses the top of my head, and we walk out of the house holding hands. He stops when we get down the steps as he places his hand over my stomach before bending his head. “I love you, little one”—he looks up at me—“and you too.”
Chapter Forty-Four
EMMETT
“We’re going to have a baby,”
I hear the words again, and my eyes spring open. The room fills with the soft sunlight that is coming up. My body is cocooned around her, and my hand is on her stomach as she sleeps in my arms. For the first time since she left, I finally slept that night. The minute I lay down in the bed next to her, my body felt like it could relax, and relax it did.
I take a deep inhale of her before I slowly slip away from her so as not to wake her. l place the covers back on her, wanting to get back in bed with her. Instead, I turn and tiptoe out of the room, closing the door behind me.
I start the coffee before I walk over to Lucy’s room and push open the door, sticking my head inside. “Rise and shine,” I say, and she grumbles from under her covers. “Bacon or sausage?”
“Sausage.” She stretches, then looks at me. “Is Lilah still here?”
“Yeah,” I answer. “She’s sleeping in my bed.”
“Can I go see her?”
“After breakfast,” I say. “Let her sleep a bit.”
“Okay.” She tosses the covers over herself, and I return to the kitchen, grabbing a mug to make coffee before starting breakfast.
I’m putting bread in the toaster when I hear the door open and see Lilah coming out into the kitchen. She’s wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. One hand rubs the sleep out of her eyes while she smiles at me. “Why didn’t you wake me?” she mumbles as I put the mug down and open my arms for her to come and give me a hug. She comes without question, and when my arms wrap around her, I literally sigh, bending to kiss the top of her head.
“You need sleep, baby,” I reply softly.
“I need to get to work.” She disengages herself from me, and I look down at her and shake my head.
“You’re not going to work,” I state, turning and walking over to the pan when the sausage starts to sizzle. “You are going to stay in bed.”
“I most certainly am not.” She puts her hands on her hips. “I’m going to work.”
“Really?” I raise my eyebrows. “Okay, you leave me no choice.” I walk over to the counter where my phone is and pick it up, calling Charlie and putting it on speakerphone.
“What?” he answers after two rings.
“Lilah says she’s coming in to work,” I tell Charlie, who laughs.
“She’s off for the next month,” he says as Lilah gasps.
“I am not!” she shrieks, walking over to me to grab the phone out of my hand. “A month is crazy.”
“Fine,” he gives in, “you can come back in two weeks.” She glares at me. “Or not at all.”