Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“You would,” Ani snorted, smiling as she rounded the counter and moved toward me.
“Hey, baby,” I murmured into her mouth as she went up on her toes to kiss me.
“Hey, did you get diapers?”
“Of course.”
“Father of the Year,” Ani teased, sliding her hands into my hair and getting flour everywhere.
“Is there a reason you’re discussing birth parents with our three-month-old?” I asked, pulling back a little to look at her face.
“Bethy called today,” she said quietly, making my heart thump hard in my chest. The reaction was instinctual, even though Ani was Arielle’s legal parent forever and ever, amen. “She asked me to send her a picture of Arie.”
“Did you?”
“I waited for you,” she said, one side of her mouth tipping up.
“Thank you,” I breathed, my shoulders slumping. “I don’t care—send her as many as you want—but thank you for asking me.”
“Yep,” Ani chirped.
“I wish Shane would hurry the hell up and get home so we could get married,” I groaned, lifting Ani onto the counter so I could step in between her thighs.
“Only a few more months,” Ani laughed, kissing my cheek.
“You feel like kissing someplace else?” I asked as her hand slid down the front of my jeans.
Ani’s eyebrows rose, but just as she opened her mouth to agree, Arielle squawked loudly from her swing. After grudgingly helping Ani off the counter, I turned toward our daughter, whose face was scrunched up in a supremely pissed expression.
As I lifted Arielle into my arms, I called over my shoulder, “We’re taking a honeymoon, right?”