Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
And right after her party, she had her first week of yoga teacher certification classes to look forward to.
Morgaine and the girls had tried to urge Vienna to take her time, to settle in, to tell her that there was no rush to starting a new career.
It had been Coach who told her to do what felt right. And what felt right to her was doing something with this newfound love of yoga and meditation.
“I want to help women like me,” she’d insisted.
“Then, we gotta get your ass in shape quick,” Coach had replied.
And set to doing just that immediately after.
He said he’d never seen someone progress as quickly as Vienna had. Though I figured anyone would get good pretty fast if they were doing hour-long sessions more than once a day, every day.
I’d worried about her at first. She still seemed so small and breakable to me. Even though she’d been steadily putting on healthy and necessary weight since she came to Shady Valley.
But yoga didn’t put her in danger, no matter how fucking insane some of those poses were. It made her stronger. It made her more confident in her own skin.
And, well, I didn’t mind watching the way her body looked in those tight-ass leggings and tank tops, twisting and inverting her body into interesting angles and positions.
They’d kept up the practice all during the road trip, waking up early to roll out their mats outside and get a start on their day with an hour of intense exercise.
She always came back to our room glowing and very in-touch with her body. And, well, things usually got really fun for me from there.
“We should get going,” Vienna said. “I still need to meet the parrot, the tortoise, and all of Remy and Lark’s various rescue dogs and cats before we go to bed tonight.”
So that was exactly what we did.
And I didn’t see any of it.
Because I was watching Vienna instead.
It was the best view by far.
Vienna - 1 year
“Whoa, are you okay?” Everleigh asked, rushing up behind me as I leaned over the trash can after violently losing the little bit of Detroit’s breakfast I’d been able to choke down past my nausea.
“This stomach ick really has a hold on me,” I said, accepting the paper towels she passed to me, blowing my nose hard.
“Ummm…” Everleigh said, uncomfortably pressing her lips together as she stood there in her matching yoga and sports bra set, her perfect body on glorious display. Detroit was a lucky guy. And she’d been a great student, showing up for every one of my classes for the last four months at the gym. A job she got me because she used to work there and was still friendly with the owner.
“What?” I asked, frowning at her, trying to ignore the way my stomach was still sloshing, despite being empty, and the cold sweat that seemed at odds with how overheated I felt.
“It’s just that… no one has a stomach bug, y’know?” she said.
“Maybe one of the kids is carrying something,” I suggested. They always did seem to be coming down with something.
“Haven’t you been kind of sick for the past, you know, three weeks, though?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I agreed, nodding, thinking of all the perfectly amazing meals I’d been missing out on because I could barely choke a few bites down.
“Have you, you know, had your cycle yet?” she asked, her pretty face giving me a suggestive look.
But suggesting what?
My cycle?
What did she… oh.
“Oh,” I said, eyes widening.
“I mean, there’s a chance, right?” she asked.
Given that Riff and I still had sex as often as possible, yeah, there was definitely a chance. And while we were, you know, careful, I had to admit that there had been a few times when condoms hadn’t been around.
And now that Everleigh mentioned it, I was probably three weeks late at this point. I’d just chalked it up to never being super regular, and the stress of not only doing my classes at the studio, but getting my channel going online, doing my mixture of yoga and ‘guided meditation for releasing trauma’ videos. After consulting with Dr. Swift about my scripts.
It had been a lot.
It had taken less in the past to skip an entire cycle.
But in the past, I wasn’t having frequent and amazing sex with the love of my life.
“Want to go pee on some sticks?” she asked, making it sound like a fun, normal girly group activity.
“Do you think you’re pregnant?” I asked, voice low.
“I mean, not really. But you never know, do you?” she asked, shrugging.
“I think we should,” I agreed, looking over toward the studio as a few of the women stood around talking.
I usually liked to stick around after in case someone needed an understanding ear.
But, just this once, I guess I needed to prioritize myself.