Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“It’s worth it. Wren got picked up by Caleb, I take it?”
“That it is. Nothing better than watching your woman walk down the aisle, eyes only for you. I remember it like yesterday.” Beau nods, stuck in memory lane, so I pick up Sleeping Beauty from the backseat. She’s a limp noodle, and I end up picking Faith up in a fireman’s hold in order to keep her from falling all over the place.
“I’m ready. If she’d get shit planned the way she wants it, we’d be married already. She’s got two more months, and then I’m marching her ass to the courthouse. Thanks again, Beau,” I tell him.
“No problem.” He waves.
“Bye, Faith. Graham, give your boy a hug and a kiss from his Aunt Lil,” Lily slurs. I smile, nodding my head, knowing full well Beau is going to have his hands full, too, when he gets home.
I walk into the house. Faith’s hands have found my ass, practically kneading me like a kitten. “Graham,” she moans in the way she does when I have her in bed.
“What is it, baby?” I move gingerly, avoiding sudden movements in case she gets sick, walking inside the front door, locking it, then taking her to our room. That’s something else that happened. No way was I uprooting Logan and Faith out of the only home they’ve called home. Faith was alright with moving to my place that was bigger, but I shut her up with that shit and told her we’d just add on an addition.
“I really do love you, and I’ve decided when and where we are getting married.” My hands grip her ass, pulling her down along the front of my body, letting her feel what she always does to me.
“Yeah? You going to tell me the details now?” Her small hands fist my shirt, attempting to pull it up and off me.
“Christmas Eve in Wild Ridge Mountains, something small and intimate. You, Logan, and me. We’ll do it as a family, then come back home and have a small reception with our friends and family.” I help her strip me out of my shirt, leaving me in my gray sweatpants.
“Fucking finally. Going to make you my wife, Logan will be my son, and we’ll officially be a family.” My mouth swoops down on hers. The only thing on my mind is getting her naked, praying Logan sleeps through everything I do to her body, especially how vocal she gets when my mouth is latched onto her clit, thumb in her pussy, and my finger fucking her ass. Yeah, tonight is going to be nothing short of amazing.
Epilogue
Faith
One Year Later
“Oh man, why does it have to be a girl? I wanted a brother,” Logan tells Graham and me once we got home from my ultrasound appointment.
“Pretty sure we can’t control if it’s a girl or a boy, but think of it this way. Mom will have a girl to dress up while we go outside and play football.” Graham is beyond amazing with Logan. Shortly after we got married, Logan had no issue calling him Dad, enfolding him firmly in the trenches. And our wedding… God, it was a sight, so beautiful with the snow on the mountains, Graham in a suit, Logan walking me down the makeshift aisle towards him in a miniature suit much like his now father’s. There was no way for me to have dry eyes, and when Logan laced my fingers with Graham’s, we brought him in front of us while the preacher married us.
“That doesn’t seem right. It’s Mom’s body. She should have some say. You know, like having a brother versus a sister.” We’re at the kitchen table, banana splits served all the way around for the three of us, me listening to the banter, enjoying how this is unfolding.
“Some things aren’t in our hands, champ.” Graham shrugs his shoulders. The promise he made to not only me but Logan as well is still a memory that never leave my mind. The moment I quit taking birth control, Graham sat both of us down, declaring, “Just because your mom and I are bringing another child into this family, that doesn’t mean I’ll love or treat you any differently. I love you, Logan. I’m proud to call you my son every single day of my life.” I had no doubt in my mind that Graham would never do that, but I think he wanted to reassure Logan just in case.
“That stinks, Mom. What’s your take on this?” Logan is now six. The school asked us to move him up a grade because he’s so advanced for his age, but we declined because we want him to have every experience possible.
“Well, I’m with your dad on this, and since when did you start talking like him, huh?” I tease, taking a bite of banana, vanilla ice cream, and chocolate sauce in one go.