Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“No problem. It’s been a long time since I had some fun. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I end the call and step into the house where I wait for my pretty wife to get home from the office. It’s Saturday and I only work at home, so my assistant doesn’t quit and I give more time to my wife. Unfortunately, she switches every other Saturday with another tech, and they have to work until twelve.
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It’s that time of year again and I can’t be happier with my life. My existence has never been better with Caroline in it. I just can’t wait until we start a family. I get home from a long day and there she is standing in front of the tree, beaming brightly at me as if she’s been waiting for me all day.
“God, you’re perfection.”
“Thank you, darling. I’m glad you’re home. How does it look?” she asks, standing in front of the large living room white tree. The lights are dimmed in the room so I can see the magnificent glow of the twinkling white lights from the Christmas beauty.
“It’s fantastic, sweetheart.” Truly, all I see is her happiness, shining brightly. She’s in her cute camel-colored leggings and a long cashmere sweater with a pink snowflake in the middle, and cute fluffy white socks. She’s the poster child for holiday spirit, and my mother would have loved her.
“Are you sure it’s not too much?” She bites her lip nervously.
“If it wasn’t too much last year, it’s definitely not too much this year.”
“Are you sure?” She pivots from one foot to the other.
“Honey, haven’t we been over this already? I’m good, I promise you.”
A mischievous grin comes over that angelic face. “Well, I just added one more ornament to the tree.”
“Oh really?” She has my attention now, or at least the tree does for a moment. I look at it and wonder. It takes me a moment, and then I see it. I think my eyes are playing tricks on me. I rub my eyes and then reach out and take it in my hand, gently touching the rose-gold-plated piece. It’s the news I’ve been waiting for and hoping for without any pressure on her. It’s a stocking that reads Daddy on the cuff.
“Oh my God.” I swallow hard, unable to say a word for a few moments. “Are you serious?” I ask with joy in my voice.
“Yes, I am,” she giggles and nods. I stare down at her cute cashmere sweater, grab the hem, and quickly lift it over her head. I drop to my knees and press a kiss on her belly. “I take it you’re happy.”
“Damn right, I am.” I look at her barely-there bump and whisper, “I can’t wait to meet you, little one.” Then I stand and slide my hands along her jaw and gaze into my beautiful wife’s eyes with so many wonderful emotions. “I’m grateful, so damn grateful. Thank you.”
“I didn’t do anything. In fact, I think this part was your doing. Thank me for the next couple of months when I’m going through hell.”
I shake my head and kiss her forehead. “Woman, thank you for giving me a chance to prove to you that I could be the man that you love.”
She squeezes me as tightly as she can and breathes out. “Thanks for not giving up on me.”
“How could I? I fell for an angel.”
THE END