Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Early the next morning the cops called to say Rachel was in custody and already playing the crazy card. By now I was no longer scared but pissed.
I don’t know how close she came to destroying me because Brandon still won’t tell me shit. But I know his whole team of lawyers had been working around the clock so it had to be bad.
“Can she get away with it? Claiming insanity I mean.”
“I’m almost positive it won’t work but I’m gonna make sure it doesn’t. Not something I want you to worry about.”
His answer was to take Lily and I shopping. He chose all my clothes, mostly dresses and shorts and sexy ass panties that he was just going to destroy anyway. I was tickled pink at all the stares we got.
Especially from the group of women who gathered around him while I was in the changing room and he was trying to explain to the sales lady what size shorts he wanted for me and using his hands to measure. At least he was accurate.
In the end the whole thing with Rachel was anti-climatic. I didn’t even get to see her because Brandon said I didn’t need to, he didn’t want me near her.
I didn’t tell him, but it was cute that he was afraid she would hurt me if we got close. I’d heard him on the phone with his lawyers and all I can say is, I hope I never get on his bad side.
He wanted her to spend the maximum for attempted murder and also for framing someone else in the process of a crime. All heavy sentences.
And he wanted no parole for at least thirty years. I think his lawyers told him that was too high a sentence for the case and he told them to figure it out.
By the time the court date came around I was in no mood to care. I’d been throwing up every day for a week, sometimes three times a day, my parents weren’t speaking to me and I was sure my husband couldn’t stand me.
When I told him my troubles that evening as he rubbed my legs and asked me how my day was, he had all the answers. That’s something else I love about him. His decisiveness.
“I told you your mom and dad will come around. You just changed schools, now you can still go to classes and be home in the evenings with me. As soon as they see that you’re not-not living up to your potential because of the baby they’ll relent.”
He rubbed my tummy with that glint in his eye. “It’ll all be fine. As for me not wanting you.” He did what he always does when I get like this. Put my hand on his cock, before losing his pants and climbing between my legs. It only took the strength and hardness of his erection to convince me.
Epilogue
BRIELLE
“I think this one’s going to be the girl.”
Uh-huh, I’ve heard that one before.
“Lift your leg, are you comfortable?”
“Yes, hurry, they’ll be back soon.”
I fisted the sheet in front of me and lifted my leg a little higher in the air while laying on my side with a pillow stuffed under my swollen tummy.
Brandon had one hand on my pregnant belly and the other on my clit trying to get me off as often as he could. Four boys and he’s still trying for his girl. The man’s possessed.
It doesn’t matter that we already have Lily, I’ve used that argument a thousand times already. He’s obsessed with me having his daughter. So sure is he this time that he refuse to let the doctor tell us what we’re having this time around.
I think he’s just afraid of being disappointed again. Not that he doesn’t love each one of our boys, but he wants his little Brielle as he calls her. And who am I to tell him he’s wrong?
The last six years have been bliss. I still wake up some mornings believing that it’s a dream. With each anniversary, each pregnancy, I measure the changes from one year to the next and every time we’re always in the black.
I know it’s good because I still get butterflies when I hear his car pull into the driveway. Because I still catch him eyeing my ass or my tits at least once a day. Even with five kids and one on the way, he still finds time to sneak me off somewhere for a quickie when he gets the urge.
Our nannies are both in their late forties, and not by my doing. My husband took it upon himself to think for me and decided that he didn’t want or need the headache of a stressed out wife who was always worried about her husband cheating with the babysitter. He’s thoughtful like that, and with a million other things.