Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
We’ve received several letters since, the remorse appearing more sincere.
No one is pushing Willow to respond, but I know it’s coming.
“You want to read it together?” I offer, knowing it will drive Willow crazy.
“Nope, today is too special. She doesn’t get any piece of it.”
“You that excited about seeing Xander?”
Her eyes flicker with disappointment. “I guess so.”
“We do have our own baby to gush over.”
“Yeah.” She focuses back on him.
I school my features, tempering down the urge to smile outright at her pout. ”Anything else happen today?”
“Nope,” she answers a little too chirpy.
“Didn’t your mom take you to the store?”
“Yeah, real exciting outing. Grocery stores are soooo titillating.”
I ignore the sarcasm.
“Nothing new with the wedding plans?”
“Nope,” she parrots.
This is a lie. Bex may be working, but she still finds time to marathon text Willow. Chase, Bex, and Wyatt visit Beckett several times a week, and each time, Bex comes loaded with wedding magazines and new ideas.
If she doesn’t make some decisions soon, Chase has threatened to take over.
He’s done waiting.
“Hmmm, sounds like a boring day.”
“Yep, just another day like any other. Nothing special, nothing at all.”
I don’t hide my grin this time. She’s laying it on thick.
“Take him for a minute.” I ease Beckett into her arms. “I got off early today.”
“Noticed that when you barged in on me hanging the picture.”
I go on, my cock stirring at her snark. “Had an appointment.”
She remains blank-faced.
I pull off my sweater, and her gaze locks in on my upper rib cage.
“What did you do?”
I peel the wrap, giving her a clearer picture.
Her eyes well with emotions. “It’s today’s date. You remembered.”
“It’s right below your missions…” she trails off and sucks in a shaky breath, regaining her composure. “I should have known you wouldn’t forget.”
“Fucking never forget the day I first saw you, Princess.”
“I don’t even remember the woman who met you that night.”
“I do and she was fucking perfect.”
She nuzzles close, kissing a trail to my mouth. “I love you.”
“Never get tired of hearing it.”
After a few minutes, Beckett finishes his bottle and she passes him back to me. “You take care of him. I’ll get the food ready.”
She stops at the base of the kitchen. “I did get away with one surprise today. Since my super stalker husband tracks my moves, I had Mom help me.”
I raise my eyebrows, my mind buzzing at the possibilities.
“Before our trip to the grocery store, we made a stop by my doctor.”
The buzz travels through my system, igniting my nerves. We still have almost a week before she is due to see her doctor.
And get cleared… My dick goes iron-hard at the mischief dancing in her eyes.
“Don’t tease me.”
“Not teasing yet.”
“You tell the doctor I have a big dick and it’s pierced?”
“I didn’t use those words, but yes, I covered the basics.”
“And she cleared you?’
“Yes, I am healed.”
My cock lurches in my pants. “You telling me this while I have my boy in my arms?”
“Planned on telling you later, but seeing as you got a tattoo, I can’t let you outdo me on this very special occasion.” My eyes go to the sway of her ass as she prances away.
And the countdown begins.
I kick back in my recliner and turn on the television as my phone rings, Ford’s name on the screen. These late-night and early-morning calls have become the norm. Our boys seem to be on the same feeding schedule.
But tonight, I’ve been anticipating this call.
“You’re a shithead.” His greeting is exactly what I was hoping for.
“It’s called romance. You should try it.”
“Fuck you and your grand gesture. I’m sick of hearing about your new tattoo.”
“Need I remind you that I didn’t get it for you? But knowing it secured me in the number-one husband slot is an added bonus.”
He grumbles under his breath.
“Just upped the ante on you amateurs.”
“You’re a dick.”
“Ahh, the sweet sound of jealousy.”
“How did this become my life? Listening to my wife gush about your dumb ass?”
“Take notes from the master.”
“Fuck that, I’m not adding to your ego. See you tomorrow.” He disconnects.
“You’re gloating.”
I turn to find Willow shuffling into the room. Pride and possessiveness surge through me. She’s dressed in my shirt from earlier, her hair tangled, her lips still swollen, and my marks visible across her neckline.
Thoroughly fucked.
Absolutely stunning.
“Not gloating, basking in the glory of knowing Ford will spend the next few days obsessing over how to outshine my romantic gesture.”
Her squeak turns into a soft laugh and Beckett wiggles at the sound.
“He’s active tonight.”
“He’ll tire out soon.”
“You want me to stay up with you?”
“No, I want you to rest. When I get back in bed, be ready for me.”
Her breath hitches and her eyes light. “Okay, honey.”
Beckett kicks his feet, waving his arms with his gaze searching around the room.
“I know, buddy. She has that effect on me, too.”