Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Did you remind him that the lawn is probably going to be covered in paintball paint, water balloons, and bubble soap all the time?”
“He said ‘not yet,’” I told him.
“Still not yet?” Sully asked, fingers dancing across my belly.
We weren’t exactly trying.
But we weren’t not trying either.
Which mainly just meant that we were having all the same volume of sex as usual. With none of the precautions.
It was okay with both of us if we did things a little nontraditionally. I mean, we met because of a bomb. We were never going to follow some normal timeline.
If I had a baby—or three—before we got around to the whole wedding thing, that was alright by me. In fact, if we could just bypass the spectacle of a showy wedding where all eyes would be on me, all the better.
“Not yet,” I confirmed. “Though you certainly increased the odds last night,” I said, leaning back into him, thinking of how many times he’d rallied the night before, surging into me until he came inside of me. Once, twice, four times before he finally chugged a bottle of electrolytes and passed out.
Maybe we had created a little life.
But, so far, no signs.
“You should paint a mural in the second bedroom,” Sully suggested.
“Exotic animals wearing Hawaiian shirts?” I asked, making him chuckle.
“I like the way your mind works,” he decided. “Did our new book get here yet?”
“I didn’t see the delivery truck.”
“What’s taking so long?” Sully grumbled, making a smile spread across my face.
He was weirdly obsessed with this series I happened upon featuring cowboys and aliens. That, yes, banged. A lot. In very inventive ways. The kind of inventive ways that made Sully insist we try to recreate it ‘for science.’
“Well, we can’t read it while Perish is here anyway,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, his poor, virgin ears,” Sully said, giving my hair a little tug, then stepping away. “Well, if it’s not here by dinner time, we’re going to the store to get a copy.”
“We don’t need two copies of the same book.”
“Sure we do. It’s important to support the arts.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You love it.”
I did.
More than I even knew I was capable of.
He was everything I never knew I wanted. Someone who not only celebrated me for exactly who I was, but also helped me explore things that I never would have on my own.
Karaoke and paintball, midnight margaritas and poker, aerial playgrounds and paddle boards.
Sully had opened the whole world up to me.
But he still loved nothing more than to sit beside me and paint trinkets or do puzzles.
“Hey, there it is!” Sully called as I heard the beeping of the delivery truck backing into the driveway. “Get over here and give me my smut!” he called as he rushed out the door.
And, of course, he loved to share his smut with me.
Sully - 4 years
“We should go to the hospital,” I said as Bonnie did her hee-hee-hoo breaths, half bent forward with a hand on her lower back.
“We have rescheduled this no fewer than four times,” she reminded me, her brow starting to pebble with sweat.
“Maybe we can just… get the preacher to come and do this bedside at the hospital.”
“I didn’t let the girls fuss over my hair and makeup for three hours to give up this close to the finish line,” she said, nodding toward where the couple before us were sealing their vows with a kiss.
We were likely just hours away from having our second kid, but we still hadn’t gotten around to the whole ‘making it official’ thing.
It simply hadn’t been a priority for us.
At first, there had been so many things in the world I wanted to show her. Then, we’d been focusing on the house. After that, we had our first kid to completely consume our time.
When we found out our second was on the way, Bonnie had been adamant that we finally get married before they came.
Unfortunately, there’d been some club shenanigans that made the first attempt fail. Then, of course, we’d had a bug go through the house. And, finally, a damn hurricane had thwarted the third attempt.
Now, she was in labor.
It was like the damn universe didn’t want us to get married, despite having been together literally since that first day she walked into the clubhouse.
“Dude, are you in labor?” Vi asked in a hushed voice when she turned back to hand Bonnie her bouquet of wildflowers.
“It’s fine. I can do this,” she said, grabbing my arm, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “Come on,” she demanded through gritted teeth, leaning heavily on me as we walked toward the justice of the peace.
“Everything okay here?” he asked, watching Bonnie lean forward and hee-hee-hoo again.
“Yeah. Just might want to just cut to the CliffsNotes for us,” I said, transferring our toddler to Layna so my hand was free to reach for the rings.