Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
She yawned, making the cutest sound.
Then she spotted the man beside her and leaned over to him.
Sawyer, her grandpa, spoiled the absolute fuck out of her.
The two were disgustingly cute together.
Sawyer took her out of my hands and cuddled her close, wrapping the blanket around her to keep her from getting cold.
It was the first of March, but a small dusting of snow had covered the ground overnight, and the temperature was still a brisk thirty-five.
My girl was bundled up like an Eskimo, and the only thing you could really see were her cheeks, nose, and eyes.
She also had the blanket that she could never sleep without to keep her warm, as well as the body heat of Dad’s chest as he unzipped his coat and tucked her inside before covering them both up.
“I’ll be back,” I said.
Denver stood up to let me by, and I jerked my chin up at the rest of the Dixie Wardens that were able to make it that day.
It wasn’t often that they could drop what they were doing during the middle of the day to catch a game. But they did when they could.
“Tell her if she scores a goal, she can pick where we go to eat tonight,” Mable, Romeo’s wife, tittered as I passed.
“She’ll be ravenous after the game, so that might very well motivate her,” I teased.
I climbed down the rest of the stairs toward the Cowgirls bench where I could see my girl standing on the sidelines juggling the ball, looking cool as a cucumber but knowing she was anything but.
She didn’t see me coming until I was directly behind her at the bottom of the stairs.
The sound of her juggling the ball got louder and louder the closer I got.
“Net,” I called when she’d lost control of the ball.
She whirled and turned, and the grin that crossed over her face was nothing short of magnificent.
Jesus, she was so beautiful.
“Hey,” she breathed, abandoning the ball and heading my way.
She stepped up onto the bench, her cleats making a loud clattering noise, and stretched up onto her tippy toes to offer me her lips.
The trainer and another girl that were working with each other just a bit down the bench said, “Awwww.”
The team dynamics had changed considerably since Nettie and Magnolia had arrived.
They weren’t a cohesive unit yet since they hadn’t really played many full games together, but they were getting there. Much better than what they’d been only a few months ago.
The teammate that was on the bench had been one of the least likable not too long ago. But it was obvious that her and Nettie had bonded.
“Oh, stuff it.” Nettie stuck out her tongue to the woman. “Didn’t I see you making out with your husband before we came out here?”
The woman blushed. “Shut up.”
Chuckling, I caught my wife’s throat and brought her attention back to me.
“Pay attention to me, woman,” I ordered her.
She inhaled swiftly and her pupils dilated.
“Yes, Daddy,” she teased.
My cock went hard in an instant.
“Play well,” I continued with my orders.
“I’ll try.”
“You’ll do,” I countered and let her go.
She smiled at me as she stepped off the bench.
“Love you, Bart.”
I winked. “Love you, too, Net.”
She joined the rest of the women on the field when Eddy called them out, and they started going through drills as the other team did the same.
I climbed back up the stairs, passing a photographer as I did.
“I’ll send this one to you,” the man said.
I looked over at the screen he’d turned my way as I’d passed him and grinned. “Thanks, Marc.”
Marc was the team photographer and social media manager.
I didn’t know him all that well, but Nettie did, and talked about him a lot.
“It’s a good one.” Marc sighed. “One day I want that.”
I stared at the photo of the two of us, me bent over the railing reaching down with one arm with my fingers wrapped around Nettie’s throat. Nettie stretched up to the tips of her toes with one cleat cocked in the air, her fingers clutching onto my shirt.
“She’s out there, man.”
Marc sighed again. “I sure the hell hope so.”
Back in my chair a minute later, the ref blew the whistle, and everyone scattered off the field.
The nerves were back, and I clenched my hands into fists.
Nettie touched the field as she got into position, then the whistle blew.
“You wouldn’t think she just had a baby seven and a half months ago,” Weaver murmured.
She didn’t look it. Though she’d never looked super pregnant, either, not even at the end.
The day she’d given birth to Margie, her six-pack had come back. Though, definitely behind a bloated wall of belly, but still she had a damn six-pack.
With her tear, she hadn’t been able to go right into working out for a while, and she was a little further behind than she’d have liked to be when she started back into training.