Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
The three of them squealed, and I reached across the coffee table and started slapping their legs. “Hush, or he’ll hear you!”
“Have you returned the favor?” Harper asked.
Pressing my lips tightly together, I nodded.
Another round of quieter squeals this time.
“I have to know—is he big? Because I’ve seen him in sweats before, and my imagination…well…let’s just say I didn’t have to imagine much.”
“Aurora!” I hissed.
“Is he?” Cadie asked, grinning.
Glancing toward the kitchen again, I looked back at them when I saw the coast was clear.
I tried to keep from giggling as I held my two index fingers several inches apart in an approximation of his length, and the three of them started laughing and high-fiving each other. Once they stopped, I added, “And thick.”
“What’s thick?” Gavin asked, walking into the living room.
Now all four of us laughed, as Gavin just stood there with one brow up, looking at us like we’d lost our minds.
“The fog this morning. It was thick,” Cadie finally said, as Harper, Aurora, and I tried our best to keep from laughing again.
Gavin agreed, “Yeah, it was really thick.”
And the battle to hold in our laughter was lost.
Brystol
Evelyn bounced her knee as she sat next to me in the obstetrician’s waiting room. Denny took her hand and kissed the back of it. “Stop worrying.”
“I just hope everything’s okay,” she whispered.
I sat quietly, not wanting to interrupt their time together. After all, had this been a normal pregnancy, she would have the same nerves that she did now.
“Everything is going to be fine, right, Brystol?”
My head jerked to the side when he said my name. I smiled. “Of course it is.”
The only thing I was worried about was where Denny was going to be during this exam. I mean, carrying his child is one thing, but having him in the room when they stuck something inside me to do the ultrasound was something else.
I glanced down and realized my knee was bouncing now. I quickly stood. “I’m going to run to the restroom.”
“Wait!” Evelyn grabbed my arm to stop me. “What if you have to give a urine sample?”
I nodded. “Good thinking.”
Making my way to the receptionist’s desk, I asked her, which turned out to be a good thing. I was, in fact, instructed to collect a urine sample while I was in the restroom.
Once I was in the bathroom, I eyed the little cup.
“I hate peeing in cups,” I mumbled, unscrewing the cap and setting it on a paper towel on the small side table.
My hands were shaking. Maybe I was just as nervous as Evelyn.
I sat down, positioned the cup—and proceeded to piss all over my hand.
“Fuck!” I hissed, trying to move the cup to catch as much as I possibly could, but only managing to get more pee all over my hand.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!”
I pulled the cup out and stared at the small amount of pee I managed to catch. I quickly wiped, flushed, and stood. I grabbed a few more paper towels, put them on the table, and set the cup down.
“Did I get enough pee?”
After debating, I washed my hands, dried them, then opened the bathroom door slightly. When I saw a nurse walking by, I called out, “Excuse me.”
“Can I help you?”
I chewed nervously on my lower lip. “Would you mind coming in here?”
Her brows shot up.
“You see, I have a small problem, and I’m not sure what to do.”
She looked unsure but walked into the bathroom.
“So, as a woman, I’m sure you know how hard it is to pee in these cups, am I right?” I laughed. When she only gave me a patient stare, I cleared my throat.
“Right, um, so this was all I managed to get. Will it be enough?”
When she looked from the cup to me, she was clearly amused. “We can make that work. Just put it in the door on the paper towel that’s already in there. Next time, you can ask for a collection hat.”
Confused, I asked, “A collection hat?”
She nodded.
When it was clear she wasn’t about to offer me any more information, I smiled. I would google that shit the second I was out of here. “Great, thanks for the reminder.”
She pressed her lips together tightly to hold back a laugh. “If that’s all you need?”
“Oh! Yes!” I quickly walked over and opened the door. The nurse gave me one of those expressions that basically translated to “bless her heart.” Turning, I grabbed the cup, put it in the door, and then proceeded to wash my hands again before heading out to the waiting room.
Evelyn was pacing. “Are you okay? Did you get sick?”
I looked at her, then at Denny. “Was I gone that long?”
He softly smiled. “No, you weren’t gone that long.”
“She was. Much longer than just simply peeing.”
I stared at Evelyn. “Do you have me on the clock, Eve?”