Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“You do that.” Kitt snarled. “Now.”
“I need to give you your medicines first,” she informed her. “And we’ve been pumping your breast milk for your baby every two hours. Which is another thing I was in here to do.”
“Who would give you permission to do something like that?” Kitt hissed. “Isn’t that a sexual violation?”
“Kitt,” my deep, resonate voice said softly. “Don’t.”
Kitt’s head snapped sideways, and her eyes widened.
“You,” she hissed. “What did you do to me?”
I wanted to laugh.
I didn’t dare.
“I gave her permission to do that, otherwise we would’ve had to see if we could find a milk bank that would supply Emily’s meals for her,” I sat up and placed my feet flat on the floor.
Kitt’s eyes narrowed.
“You named our child Emily?” She screeched, eyes narrowing. “Who gave you permission to do that?”
I stood, keeping my eyes on her.
“Can you come back in thirty minutes?” I asked the nurse. “I’ll do the milking.”
Kitt’s gasp of outrage followed the nurse out, and she glared at me with venom in her eyes.
“Did you just say you were going to milk me?” She asked with a snarl. “Like a fucking cow?”
I bent over so my arms were on either side of her hips and turned my head so I could see her face straight on.
“I did. What are you going to do about it?” I asked, moving so close to her that all I could see were her eyes.
“I’m going to let you,” she whispered. “But I’m not going to be happy about it.”
I wanted to laugh.
“I will,” I suppressed my grin. “Because I like touching your boobs.”
She gave up the ghost and threw her head back and laughed.
“You remembered that I wanted to call her Emily?” She asked once she composed herself.
I nodded.
“What’d you use as her middle name?” She wondered.
I grinned. “Ryan.”
“Emily Ryan Drew?” Her eyes went dreamy.
“Yeah,” I said. “I liked it.”
“That sounds good. But my brother’s going to get a big head,” she pursed her lips.
“Ridley Ryan Walker was already taken,” my brother said from the door. “So we had to settle for Emily. Why you’d want to name our baby after our mother is beyond me.”
I snorted.
Ridley and Kitt’s mother wasn’t the nicest of people, from what I’d heard. She’d been strict and overbearing, and had died with their father when they were teenagers during a traffic accident.
They’d lived with their grandfather until the age of eighteen when he decided they were old enough to live on their own. The next day he moved into a nursing home two states up from them and refused to come home anymore because he liked the fishing in Tennessee too much.
If they were going to name the baby after anyone, it should have been their grandfather.
Not their mother.
But who knew the mind of a woman, anyway?
Chapter 18
Porn is bullshit. How the hell do they have sex without the fitted sheet popping off?
-Text from Ridley to Apple
Kitt
I stared at Apple as he broke through yet another large log with his massive axe, and my loins clenched with need.
I looked over at Perry, Apple’s father.
“Do you think you could watch her for a couple of minutes,” I pleaded.
Perry looked over from his position, glancing at Emily where she was swinging in her new, state of the art swing, and nodded.
“I can,” he agreed, his voice slurred slightly.
I smiled and stood, taking a hesitant step on my now cast-free foot.
“Thank you,” I murmured before heading in Apple’s direction.
Today, I’d had three appointments.
One for my OB checkup, stating I was now cleared to have all the sex I wanted. The second to have my cast removed from my leg. And the third was an appointment with my seizure doc who put me on a different regimen of meds.
My phone rang when I was just about to go down the steps, and I glared at it once I read the readout.
“Hello?” I asked shortly.
“Hi, Kitt!” Jake sang. “I noticed you weren’t home, and I was just calling to check on you!”
I gritted my teeth, so close to telling the guy to go fuck himself that it wasn’t even funny.
“I’m fine, Jake,” I growled through clenched teeth. “Bye.”
I hung up and glared at my phone, shoving it back into my pocket in favor of throwing it.
“Who was that?” Apple asked, taking another swing of the axe.
I watched as his body rippled and bunched. Then I watched as he bent over, grabbed the wood that was piled up on either side of his chopping block and tossed it aside to the huge pile that was even further away.
I lost count of how many logs he’d split today.
This morning, I’d looked out the window and had seen what looked like a whole freakin’ tree ready to be cut up.
And I’d arrived back home to it all in sections, and the majority of it cut up into firewood.