Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I haven’t found a new job yet, but I’ve been spending my time working on building my leg up again and studying for my contractor’s license. The test isn’t going to be easy. There’s a lot of stuff to remember. Donovan and I found a course I can take to help me prepare, so I’m signing up for that.
All I know is I’m really fucking happy. Part of me believes I should feel like shit being happy because I’m still unemployed, but I try to remind myself I have a plan. I’m going to put myself out there, going to attempt to do something productive, and that will make me happy. Something I can feel proud of because when I think about it, I haven’t let myself feel proud of much.
But now I’m going to make the right decision and build something of my own. Something I create and run. Something that will help me take care of Butterscotch and Donovan. Not that D needs me to take care of him, but maybe it will help me spoil him. That’s something I really fucking love to do.
I have Donovan, our cat, and soon I’ll have my own business. My life has never felt so complete—all because of a broken ankle.
I go to the counter to get my cell, and find Butterscotch curled up beside it. “You know Daddy D doesn’t like you on the counter.” Still, I just give her a pet and don’t make her get down. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
I grab my cell and shoot off a text to Donovan.
Me: Taking a study break. Are you on your lunch?
Donovan: Yeah, I’ll call you in a sec.
I smile. I can’t say why I’m smiling, really. Something about him just always makes me do that.
I lie down on the couch, and our cat comes over and jumps onto my stomach. “You’re the sweetest girl,” I tell her just as my phone rings.
“Hey, you,” I answer.
“Hey, how are you?” he asks as if we didn’t just see each other this morning. As if we didn’t climb out of the same bed, Donovan getting ready for work while I made omelets for breakfast.
“Good. My head was starting to spin from all the words, so I needed a break.”
“You don’t have to rush, babe. It’s not going anywhere, and you have the class coming up.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to be a deadbeat husband,” I tease, and he’s quiet for a moment. He’s been doing that a lot lately, and I don’t really get it. Sometimes he’ll just be quiet, and I can tell something is on his mind. Others, it’s like he’s going to tell me something, but when I ask him about it, he says it’s nothing and changes the subject.
“You’re not a deadbeat husband. You literally wake up early just to cook me breakfast and pack me lunch. You’re making plans to start your own business and looking for a job.”
“And taking care of Butterscotch. Don’t forget that.” I give her scritches. “Hey, I’m basically a stay-at-home dad and husband.”
He chuckles like I hoped he would.
“Do you want more kids?” I tease.
“Only the furry kind.”
“Me too. I don’t want Butterscotch to get jealous, though, so we have to wait a while.” I grin, hoping he’s doing the same.
“You sound happy,” he says after a moment.
“No shit. Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, it would be better if you were home, but someone has to pay the bills.”
“Shut up. You do that to put yourself down. I don’t like it.”
I sigh. He’s right. “There’s a lot to remember. I can do it. I know I can.” Probably because he believes in me so much, but that’s beside the point. “But I wish I were smarter.”
“You’re smart. Don’t talk bad about my husband, or you’ll be in trouble when I get home.”
My dick perks up at that. “Oh really. Now I’m intrigued. What will you do to me? Will you…spank me? Not eat me out again? Because when you did that, it was fan-fucking-tastic. Not let me fuck you? It’s so lonely without your ass at home.”
He chuckles. “Just that part of me, huh? And be good. I’m in the breakroom.”
Ah, he must not be alone. “All of you,” I tell him.
He’s quiet for a moment again. Is there some unwritten rule that when you marry someone, you suddenly don’t understand them as much as you used to? “D…why are you quiet?”
“I’m not quiet. But I do have a surprise for you.”
“I like surprises.” I perk up.
“Don’t get too excited. It’s not a big deal. Rylan and Mads are home for a few days. Apparently, Rylan wants to go out, so Anthony was able to talk to his boss and got a private-ish table to hold for us at Lush tonight.”