Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Leaning back on my chair, I admit, “I like helping her, anyways, it makes me feel like I’m doing something.”
“Nox.”
Mom replies, “Oh baby, you’ve already worked too hard. You deserve a rest. Enjoy your time at home. You never were a lazy man. Maybe you could volunteer somewhere if you feel like you’re not doing anything useful.”
“Nox.”
I purse my lips as my brows rise. “That’s actually not a bad idea, Mama. I’ll make some enquiries come Monday.”
“Adam Christian Taylor!” Lily shouts.
My brows furrow. “Hold on, Mama.” Turning to my wife, who stands at the end of the hall, I ask, “What is it, princess?”
Sniffling and smiling, she states, “My water just broke.”
My mouth gapes.
Lily takes one look at my face and bursts into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand. Placing the other hand on her swollen belly, she nods. “Seriously. Just now.”
Suddenly panicked, I shout into the phone, “Lily’s water just broke, Mom! What do we do?”
Mama chuckles, “Oh baby! It’s finally happening!” She suddenly becomes stern. “Don’t you panic, boy. Ya hear? You stay cool and calm for your wife. She needs you to be strong right now so she can leech off of it when she doesn’t have any strength left inside-a her.”
My mom’s smart.
Immediately calming, I look over to a smiling Lily and state with a grin, “Gotta go, Mama. Having a baby.”
Mom clucks, “You send Lily my love and call me as soon as he or she is here.”
“Okay, Mama. Love you.”
“Love you too, baby.”
Lily bites her lip and says, “I think we should go.”
Standing, I take the keys to the car, pick up the pre-packed overnight bag, and walk over to my wife. Kissing her on her smiling lips, I agree, “Yeah, princess. Let’s do it.”
Wrapping her arm around my waist, she squeezes tightly and hisses out a breath. “Dammit, that hurts!”
And I can’t help but chuckle.
I think she said the same thing the first time we made love.
***
Rock
Dear Uncle Rock,
My name is Rocco Lennox Taylor.
We haven’t met before, but my mom and dad talk about you and Aunt Boo all the time.
I was born only last week and I have a favor to ask.
You see, I need a set of godparents. According to Mom and Dad, there aren’t a finer pair of people for the job than Aunt Boo and yourself.
Maybe I should tell you a little about myself. I weigh ten pounds even and am almost 20 inches long. I have spiky black hair, and my daddy’s blue eyes.
I love to eat and sleep at this point, not much more.
If you think you’d like to take this mission, we’ll be celebrating my Christening in two weeks at our local church, here in California.
My daddy says you know where we live, and that you’re always welcome.
Mommy says if you can’t make it, it’s okay. Aunt Terah and Uncle Jon are acting as backups just in case.
I really hope you can make it. I’d really like to meet my namesake. If not now, then soon.
Lots of love,
Rocco
P.S. My fingers are way too tiny to be writing. This letter was written by my mommy.
“Shit.”
My eyes blur and my throat thickens .
I re-read the letter.
Covering my face with a hand, I cry like a little bitch.
Clearing my throat, I wipe my eyes, take the letter, and walk out of my room.
Smiling, I yell out, “Boo! Got some good news, babe…”
The End