Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
It probably helped that Amy was seven months pregnant with their fifth child, and, well, he was a Reaper, and he got what he wanted. The guys were more than willing to help him spend quality time with his wife. It would seem Amy produced some of her best recipes after spending a prolonged time with him. Of course, they were the parents of five children, the oldest being ten in just a few months.
“I was working at the bar late at night, and I had this feeling that came over me. I knew in that moment that I had no choice but to go and be with your mom. She was at the café, as you all know.”
He looked at his children, even Michael had come to sit with them, holding his ball, pretending he didn’t care about any of the stories.
“And I was in the kitchen,” Amy said.
“Yes, she was in the kitchen, and the moment I stepped inside, I knew I didn’t want to miss a moment with this woman. I dropped to my knee, she approached me, and that was when I had the ring.”
“From my grandmother, so your great-grandmother,” Amy said.
“And I told your mother how much I loved her.”
“And I told your father how much I loved him and that I did love him for a long time.”
“Then I asked her to marry me.”
“And I said yes,” Amy said.
“About eight months later, you, my sweet, were born,” Daniel said, reaching over to give her cheek a little pinch.
Tracey shook her head, trying to brush him off. Then, she reached for the ball out of Michael’s hands, and took off, running around the blanket. Their three other children did the same.
Amy moved toward him, resting between his thighs, as they watched their children play. He put a hand on her stomach, rubbing at the spot he knew his son was kicking. The doctor had spilled the beans on this one at the last ultrasound. They hadn’t known the sex of the other children, but they knew a son was on the way.
“I think we tell a pretty good story,” Amy said.
“What we tell is the truth of what should have happened that night. They don’t need to know the other intricacies.” He wrapped his arms around his wife and watched his children.
The fair was still in full swing, and he saw men and women across the field. Some of them were Reapers, others tourists, and the rest locals. He was always on alert, ready and prepared to protect the town at all costs.
The End