Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
“My midwife is amazing. And she knows what she is doing,” she told him.
Slade grunted. “Spencer.”
“I’ll look into it,” Spencer said cheerfully. “You look a bit tired, Princess. Why don’t I take you back to your bedroom and you can get in your jammies? I’ve made you some porridge.”
“Porridge?” Slade asked, wrinkling his nose. “That sounds awful. Why didn’t you make her a full English? Or pancakes?”
“Because porridge is good for her, that’s why.” Spencer glared at Slade.
“I don’t mind what it is. I’m just glad I can eat breakfast, I was always too ill before. And that I don’t have to split my lunch into two so I have something to eat for dinner.”
And why did she go and say that?
Idiot.
Now they were all frowning at her.
“I’m not going back to bed,” she said, trying to distract them. “I’m going out. That’s why I got dressed.”
“Not happening,” Slade said.
Right. They might be helping her, but that didn’t mean they got to completely boss her around.
No matter how hot they were in bossy mode.
“It is happening. You don’t have to take me. I can take an Uber.”
Again, they glared at her.
Sheesh.
Rock even moved to get between her and the door. As though he thought she was going to make a run for it or something.
“Definitely not happening,” Slade said. “You are just out of the hospital with broken ribs.”
“I got out of the hospital eleven days ago,” she protested.
“And what if Billy is out there, waiting for you?” Slade said.
“Fuck, Slade,” Spencer warned as she grew tense. “Go easy.”
“She needs to take this threat seriously,” Slade said. “I am not letting her go out there on her own with him still free. I’m also not letting her wander around alone, pregnant, with broken ribs.”
“Then you’ll take me?” she asked Slade.
She didn’t actually want to go alone, but she also figured that they had other things to do. “Shouldn’t you all be at work? Spencer, do you even work anymore?”
“We’ve all taken time off,” Slade told her.
Time off?
“Why?” she asked.
“Come and sit down,” Spencer told her, leading her to the large table. He drew out a chair and she sat. “I’ll get your breakfast. While Slade explains himself. Now.”
Yikes.
Spencer sounded almost mad.
Slade slipped into a chair across from her while Rock sat next to her. Spencer returned with a bowl of porridge and a cup of tea.
Bless him.
She sipped her tea as she stared at Slade. “Why aren’t you working? You guys always work. You live for work, right? I remember when you had pneumonia and I came over to cook you chicken noodle soup, you were still working from your bed. I know it’s really important for you all to be successful away from your parents.”
They were all silent and she glanced up from her porridge, which was really unexciting. She winced, sending a silent apology to Spencer.
She didn’t mean to be ungrateful. Food was food after all.
“We’ve come to realize that we put too much emphasis on work and being successful,” Slade told her. “And not enough on everything else in our lives.”
Indie gazed at Slade, shocked by that statement.
Wow. His girlfriend must be a good influence on him. She was . . . happy for him.
Yeah. Happy. That’s how she felt.
“So that’s why the three of you are home on a Tuesday morning?” she asked.
They shared another look. She’d always been envious of the way they could talk silently to each other.
“Actually, we’re here because of you,” Spencer told her. “We all took time off so we could be here for you.”
But that was nuts.
They didn’t all have to be here.
Well, they weren’t all here, were they?
Indie pushed that thought aside. She had no right to be greedy and want Quaid here as well.
What did she think she was building here? Her own reverse harem? She’d talked to Maggie yesterday and the other woman was so ridiculously happy with her men.
It was . . . amazing.
But it was also making her feel envious.
“You’re all here for me?” she repeated.
“Whatever you need, we’re here to make sure you have it,” Slade told her seriously.
“Although what you need right now is to eat,” Spencer said. He took the spoon from her and scooped up some porridge.
She took the mouthful automatically. She was getting used to Spencer feeding her.
“Who was up eating ice cream in the night?” Spencer asked. “I found the bowl on the coffee table this morning.”
“Oh, that was me,” she said. “Sorry, I should have put that in the dishwasher.”
What was she thinking, leaving it sitting out? Idiot. She knew better.
“Bad houseguest.” She slapped herself lightly on her hand.
“Don’t,” Rock said sharply, making her jump.
“W-what?” she asked.
“Don’t hurt yourself.” His face was hard. Serious.
“I . . . I wasn’t. Not really. It was just a light slap to tell myself off for being a messy houseguest. Sorry.” That was said to Spencer.