Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I held out my hand. “Come sit with us.”
She snuggled beside me, resting her head on my shoulder as Jimjam burped, and I gave him back the bottle. He fell asleep while eating, his mouth going slack and a little dribble of milk leaking out. Quinn reached over, wiping it away with a sigh.
“He’s so damn cute.”
“He is.”
“Maybe one more,” she whispered.
“We can work on that.”
“I want another girl.”
“I’ll do my best.”
She looked up and I bent, kissing her. “We can always practice,” I whispered.
She laughed, the sound low and sweet. “We don’t need any practice, John. We’re damn near perfect.”
“Ah, but you know how I feel about anything less than an A-plus.”
She stood. “Then you better be ready to show me your new tricks, Mr. Elliott. I’ll try to judge fairly.” She winked. “I’ll be waiting. I hope you got enough sleep. You’re gonna need it for what I have planned.”
I watched her walk away, an extra swing to her hips. A smile tugged on my lips. I loved my wife. Our family. Our simple but incredible life. It was full of love, laughter, and joy. All because of her. She was the center of everything right in my world. She comforted me during bad times and was always the reason for the good times.
And she was full of shit.
I knew, without a doubt, she’d be out as soon as her head hit the pillow. And I would crawl in beside her, pull her into my arms and be content to fall asleep with her.
We’d wake early, hopefully before the baby, and greet the morning by making love, fast and furtive under the blankets. Or find five minutes together in the shower. A quick round on the sofa when the kids went to bed. Maybe a quickie at lunch if we were lucky.
Our all-nighters were a distant memory. At least for now.
I tucked our son back into bed, then headed to our room. As I suspected, my wife was asleep, her cheek cushioned on her hand, the moonlight showing me her form under the blankets.
I sighed as I slipped in beside her, and she eased back into my arms.
Tomorrow would come early, and the day would be another long one.
But as long as it ended the same way, her with me, it was good.
Simple as that.