Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
"I do," she whispers. "I love you so much, Octavio."
"I love you too, Faith. I've been falling for you since the moment I laid eyes on you, and I haven't stopped yet. I never will," I vow, meaning it to my soul. Every day, I fall deeper and love her harder. She's completely changed my life, changed my priorities and how I view the world.
Because of her, I finally know that my sister isn't suffering. The Bratva killed her after she saw something she shouldn't have seen. She didn't suffer through years of sexual and physical abuse. She died quickly. I have that peace of mind because of the incredible woman in my arms. I have laughter because of her, and joy. And I will defend what we have with my dying breath.
"We're in this together," I remind her. "If you're pregnant, we'll both be here to love and protect our baby and give him or her the best damn life possible. What happened to you won't happen to our child, Faith. We would never allow it."
"You're right." She takes a breath, her shoulders going back. Her expression firms, resolve sweeping through the honey eyes, darkening them around the edges. "Our baby will be safe and loved. I'm going to be an amazing mom. And you're going to be the most incredible dad, Octavio. I know you are."
"Yeah?"
She nods emphatically.
"Then are you ready to go pee on a stick and make me the happiest man in the world again, angel?"
"Yes, I'm ready."
I climb from the bed with her in my arms and carry her into the bathroom before putting her on her feet. Once she's settled, I open the bathroom drawer and pull out one of the pregnancy tests I bought a couple of days ago.
"Wait. You already knew?" she asks, gaping at me.
"You're three weeks late." I grin at her, unrepentant. "Your breasts are tender and you're grumpy. Since you've been off birth control for the last year, and we haven't been entirely vigilant about using protection, it wasn't hard to figure out what was going on."
"Being married to a detective is so annoying," she says, an adorable scowl on her face. "And I am not grumpy."
I laugh, pulling her into my arms to kiss all over her face. "You are. But I love you anyway. Now pee on the stick so I can tell you that you're going to be the best mother ever and then cuddle you before we have to get ready for your graduation."
"You can't watch me pee."
I cock a brow at her. "I'm not leaving this bathroom, Faith."
"Fine, but I don't like it," she huffs, glaring at me. "And turn around. I can't pee with you watching me. It's weird."
"Angel, I had my tongue buried in your cunt until you screamed last night," I remind her…and then have to adjust my cock at the memory of her coming all over my face. Dios. Sex with her is always incredible. She's so curious and responsive. I've played out every dirty fantasy I've ever had with her, and then came up with a few new ones, and I still want her as desperately as ever.
"You can't talk to me like that if I'm pregnant," she says, taking the box from my hands. "The baby might hear."
I open my mouth to argue and then close it, frowning. I'm not sure if she's just messing with me or not, but I'll Google later to find out, just in case she's right. I love talking dirty to her because it drives her wild, but I don't want the baby to hear me doing it.
She stares at me until I mutter a curse under my breath and turn around to give her privacy. I stare up at the ceiling as she moves around behind me and the package opens. She's quiet for several minutes and then she finally starts to pee. It's over quickly.
I spin around as she's flushing the toilet, the stick still in her hand.
"What does it say?"
"That we have to wait three minutes."
"I don't like this test. Let's take a different one." I open the drawer again to give her a different one, but she just laughs at me.
"They all take three minutes, mi amor."
I scowl at the tests, which makes her laugh harder. I can't even be mad though. Her laughter still makes my entire body light up like a firecracker.
Once she's washed her hands, I swing her up into my arms and carry her into the bedroom to wait for what feels like five thousand hours. She sets the test on the bedside table and then wraps around me like a koala bear just like she always has.
"Are you going to be disappointed if it's negative?" she asks, running her hands up and down my back.