Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Some of these other moms in the neighborhood are freaking crazy over the top with their parties. There is this weird competition going on between all of them. I try not to get wrapped up in it. I’m not throwing this party to impress anyone but my baby girl. Her happiness is the only thing that matters.
Paige might be turning thirteen, but she hasn’t changed into some bratty teenager, and honestly I’m not sure she will. She might not be my blood, but she has a lot of me in her. Bear has always said that to me. I see it the most when she’s taking care of her herd of little brothers. She’s all about family too.
Normally I enjoy doing everything for the parties myself, but Bear was right. I needed help this time. I even got a party planner to help out so I wouldn’t get all stressed. I want to enjoy this day too. I’m also knocked up yet again. But that is nothing new around here. I’m always pregnant or nursing. Bear is all too happy to keep me in a constant state of pregnancy. We’re either making babies or I’m having them. He definitely listened when I told him I dreamed of having a big family and being a mom. He wasted no time giving it to me.
I head straight for the island when I enter the kitchen, going for one of the little grilled cheese sandwiches and a mini corn dog. I eat them both quickly before I lean over to snag a tiny cupcake.
“What are you staring at?” Bear barks from. Within seconds, he comes up behind me to block me from view. I quickly realize I had my ass in the air when I was reaching for the cupcake.
“Nothing, sir!” the boy that’s been helping Shelly prepare all the food squeaks out. “I know she’s your wife. I swear. I read the contract.”
“Go check the food heaters on the table out by the pool,” Drusilla snaps at the poor kid. He darts out of the kitchen, more than happy to get the hell away from Bear.
“Watch yourself,” Bear growls after him. I roll my eyes at him while Drusilla starts barking more orders to her staff, clearing out the kitchen for Bear. This husband of mine always has a handle on anyone that’s hired to come into our home.
“You always forget your dresses get shorter as your belly grows.” He gives my ass a squeeze before he spins me around to face him.
“Did you really add that into the nondisclosure agreement that no one is to”—I lift my fingers and do air quotes—“check me out?”
I thought he’d been joking about that when Shelly stopped by to go over the food and the staff she’d be bringing. It's normal for us to have people sign your typical nondisclosure agreement. Bear hasn't been fighting for years, but people are still so nosy about our love life.
“You got some icing.” He leans down and licks it off my bottom lip. I let out a small moan, my eyes starting to fall closed when he presses his hard cock into me. His hands go to my ass, and I know he’s about to pick me up. Thankfully the doorbell rings, breaking the spell he always seems to put me under so I forget about everything else.
“No way, Benjamin Chan.” I push at his chest. He lets out a grunt, taking a step back. “Get the door.”
“This isn’t over,” he warns. I grab his shirt and pull him back down for another kiss.
“It’ll never be over.” I bite his bottom lip.
“Honey,” he warns.
“Sorry!” I wiggle away from him to head upstairs.
I push open the door to Paige’s room but don’t see her in there. Next I check the boys’ room and still nothing. It’s actually a bit too quiet. I’m surprised the boys aren't already in the pool or devouring all the food.
I told Paige I would make sure her brothers stayed inside when her girlfriends arrived. I had an area set up downstairs for the boys tonight with some of the food and such so they could all hang out and stay out of the girls' way. Being the big sister that she is, she said they were fine to be there for the start. She’s always so good to them, and they love her to pieces.
“What about these?” I hear my daughter's voice when I head toward the last place I can think of to check. I open my bedroom door but don’t see them.
“Pretty.” I hear my youngest’s voice coming from my closet.
When Bear built our home, he told me he was going to give me the closet of my dreams. I had never been big on clothes, but I let him build it. I’m glad I did. Paige and I spend a lot of time there together. It’s our girly space. We need it with a house full of boys.