Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
When we’re stuffed and ready to conquer the world, Mom leaves, but not before stealing a hug that crushes my ribs. Once she’s gone, I fall into Reid’s strong, comforting arms, feeling peace like I’ve never known before.
He used to by my mom’s man.
Now he’s just mine.
I’m still in high school, in love with a man more than twice my age, and about to embark on an entrepreneurial journey, yet not one of those things feels wrong or overwhelming.
In fact, everything is finally falling into place.
Reid
Several Months Later…
“Yes,” Emma says to the person on the other line. “Saves you money and teaches her valuable babysitting skills.”
I stare at her cute ass as she walks out of the main room and into her office. Emma is surprisingly great at handling business. Some people go to college and learn that way, but other people like she and I, throw ourselves into it and learn the hard way. It’s what makes it fun.
While she chats with one of the parents she sits for, I go back to installing the television on the wall. I’m not great at wiring, so I might have to call my buddy Travis, a certified electrician, to assist. But, since I’m enjoying alone time with my woman, I do my best to figure this shit out on my own in the meantime.
Emma returns and I nearly fall off my ladder trying to get a peek at her. She’s gorgeous as ever with her shiny brown hair and green eyes that glitter like gems, but there’s a new glow about her that lights up every room she enters.
“How did the call go?” I ask as I hop off the ladder and saunter over to her. “Is she game?”
“Pretty much, yeah. Alyssa totally is, but Candace is a harder sell. She just needed more questions answered.”
My girl is smart and came up with a clever idea. For a discount to the parents with multiple children who will need night sitting, they can enroll their older children in Emma’s internship program. They can help out with the other kids and learn the ins and outs of babysitting while in the safety of other capable adults. When they turn sixteen, they can officially work for her. The business model she and Quinn worked out together all show this place exploding with profit, even leading up to franchise opportunities.
“How are you feeling?” I pull her to me and nuzzle my nose against hers. “Any more nausea?”
“Not since this morning.”
When we started sleeping together, and so carelessly, I’d sort of expected her to get pregnant right away. She didn’t and then that had me worrying maybe I was too old to be having babies. I thought I didn’t want more kids, but then Emma came along. Now I want that so fucking much. It wasn’t until she brought me a positive pregnancy test a few weeks ago that I actually believed it were possible.
We’re going to have a baby.
It’s surreal.
I caress her stomach that’s slightly swollen, but otherwise not obvious that she’s pregnant. We haven’t told anyone yet, not even Amara or Brayden. For now, the little one growing inside her is our little secret, at least until her first appointment next week.
“Oh,” she says, pulling back to grin at me. “I have detention tomorrow.”
It’s times like these I sometimes forget she’s still in high school until she reminds me. Never fails to make me feel like I’m robbing the cradle. But I’m never going to walk away from her, so it’s something I just have to get over.
“What for this time?” I grumble. “And why didn’t he make you do it today?”
“How do you know it was Coach Long who gave it to me?”
“It’s his favorite hobby. Giving you detention.”
She smirks. “No lies detected.”
“But he usually keeps you after. Why wait until tomorrow?”
“I told him I had a business meeting for a potential recruit for my internship. He allowed me to postpone it.”
“Sounds reasonable,” I say with a lifted brow. “Now why the hell did he give you detention in the first place?”
“Don’t worry,” she assures me, eyes twinkling. “I didn’t throat punch anyone this time.”
For someone so fucking sweet, she can be a little monster at times.
“Don’t drip feed this to me, Em. Out with it, or I’ll bend you over your desk in there and give you my own form of punishment.”
Her green eyes flash with desire. “Hmmm.”
My dick twitches in my jeans. “Emma.”
“Okay,” she huffs out in faux exasperation. “It was that stupid kid again. He kept talking about disgusting stuff like…” Her lip curls up. “Actually, I don’t want to repeat the redneck crap he talked about eating that made me so nauseous I had to race to the bathroom to puke.”
“What did you do when you got back from puking?”