Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 25728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I'd had to spend the night away from my woman last night mom and her traditions.
I hardly slept a wink, and neither had Amber, since we'd spent the better part of the night on the phone. She wasn't too happy with the arrangement either, but mom had become even more of a tyrant with this wedding stuff and it was best to just let her have her way.
So, here we are my wedding day, looking back now I'm amazed that we made it here, the deck had been stacked against us but we somehow pulled through; we made it through the rain
I still awaken some nights with a scream in my throat and terror in my heart from a nightmare in which I'm searching for my family to no avail. On those nights I would turn to my love and lose myself in her body, and she was always there, welcoming me with open arms.
The other big thing that's going on in our lives now is something that my brother and father especially, find immense joy in and some might even call it poetic justice.
I'm speaking of course of the unlikely fact that I suffer Amber's morning sickness, no I don't mean like every other caring husband or significant other who feels bad to see their woman suffering, I mean I literally have morning sickness. She on the other hand just has cravings, no throwing up for her.
The doctor says it's some sort of sympathetic syndrome; whatever it is it's brutal. Every morning and some evenings too just for kicks, I have to make a run for the bathroom to throw up the contents of my stomach.
Of course my beautiful love just had to share that with my mother, who thought it was too funny not to share and proceeded to tell everyone who would listen. Talk about embarrassing.
They all found my agony amusing. I didn't mind too much though, I'd bear any amount of pain if it meant she would be spared. But I'm thinking if it's going to be like this, this just might be our last. Amber says no way; she wants at least two more.
Amber gave birth to our beautiful daughter Catalina six months and one week later. She was the spitting image of Amber, with my crazy hair.
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