Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
But, turns out, my wife is right as usual about everything and my art is selling like wildfire across the country. I do more than just drawings of Tess and the baby now. I still have no idea what Plein Air means, but doesn’t seem to matter to the people who think my drawings are valuable.
I know more about taxes and money and investing than I ever thought possible as well. Tess and I have all these accounts with lots of zeros and percentages and honestly, she’s better at all that than I am, but I admit, seeing all our money working to make more money, I’m sure my grandparents are looking down at me now with big, proud smiles.
I want more babies.
More. More.
I’m knocking up my wife again as soon as possible. She’s the best mom, and watching her have Francesca right here in our home with a mid-wife and the doctor I insisted be there, had me sobbing like a baby. She did it. The pride in my chest when our daughter was born filled me with a joy that I roared into the forest.
After the baby was born, Tess got a little melancholy about her own mom, and with my tentative support, she looked her up. It had been a year since they’d spoken, and even then, the words weren’t kind. It broke my heart to see Tess finally find her, only to discover nothing much had changed. It was another city, another man. She called her mom, and even when she told her that she was married with a baby, her mom said she better lose some weight or she would lose her man, then where would she be with a baby and no job?
That was enough for me. I took the phone and let her know that Tess will always have her man, never need a job, and if she ever wanted to have any part in Tess or our baby’s life, she needed to do a lot of apologizing for being a terrible mother and make amends.
Then I hung up.
Family doesn’t mean you volunteer for misery, and I won’t let anyone hurt my wife or my family. And that includes both kittens. Anyone who wants to try will have to come through me first, and I haven’t met anyone yet that could take on that challenge.
Tess smiles and my heart pounds against my ribs. I reach out and grab her tits, the milk dripping between my fingers as I guide her to my lap and her nipple to my mouth.
“Feed me,” I grumble around a moan, the need balling up inside me like a knot.
“You feed me first.” She winks, falling to her knees, her hands already around the swollen shaft of my dick.
I reach out and tweak her nipples between my extra-large fingers as she leans in and kisses the already spurting head.
“Give Daddy what he needs,” I rumble through gritted teeth as her tongue wiggles in the slit, making my eyes roll back. “I love you, so fucking much.” I half sob as she struggles to get the baseball-sized head through her lips.
She garbles something that sounds like I love you too around the meat filling her mouth as I wind my fingers through her hair and guide her head like she’s my personal little blow up doll.
“That’s Daddy’s good girl. You know what to do.”
As the wet warmth of her mouth starts to work its magic, I look up at the sky through the trees, buck my hips upward and let heaven come to me.