Waiting Read Online Xavier Neal

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
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Work wise, The Dub Pub has finally found the footing needed for him to not be there every day of the week. There are still ups and downs like there are with any new business but for the most part, it’s smooth sailing. He loves it. He gets everything he adores out of it as well gets to pay homage to this country and side of his family. It’s quite a popular spot and has even made a couple of tourist blogs “must stop” spots which he prides himself over.

While he has to work more than he likes, I have had to work less. Rather than entertain the idea of losing me, they gave me a newer, higher position, in which I mainly do everything I used to except I only have to be on call for one weekend a month and am in charge of all employee assessments underneath me. It’s a lot of office work; however, I can do most of it from home now whenever necessary, which makes it easier to deal with sick kids or visiting relatives or play dates with Nat – who finally settled down – and Daniel – who also ended up with the person I least expected him to.

Daniel and Tate aren’t besties like we are, but they definitely have developed their own friendship of the sort over the years.

It became a lot easier when Daniel finally fell for a woman the way I’ve fallen for Tate.

He understood my husband’s irritations in a different light.

There became a positive shift.

Luckily for me, Daniel’s wife and I get along well, as do our kids.

And it probably helps that I got her an easy, well-priced babysitter that goes by the name Gabby. Unfortunately, her and Big T didn’t work out like we suspected they would. She buried her sorrows mainly in booze and baby snuggles. Just recently she started dating a married couple and seems to be optimistic about it. Whether or not it does work out, she promised, she’d still be around to help care for all her nephews whenever we needed her.

“Mrs. O’Clery,” Tate lovingly coos while putting my maternity dress back down in place, “have I told you I loved you today?”

“In all three languages, babe.”

He grows the same cocky grin I’ll probably always love. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“Yes.”

“What about how sexy?” His loving checklist is accompanied by him scooting his frame upward so that his face is closer to mine. “Have I mentioned sexy?”

“Right before you put your tongue between my legs.”

“Well you are,” he purrs, mouth now feathering mine. “And you’re even sexier every time you grow our family.”

“I’m not having eight kids, Tate,” I playfully scold, leaning back to show him the seriousness in my stare. “This is probably it.”

The corners of his lips curl upwards in the most dangerous way. “We’ll see.”

There’s no time for an objection. His hand cups my cheek as his lips softly collide with mine.

He’s right.

We will see.

Because that’s just what happens in this relationship.

It’s not a bunch of planning and overly preparing. Aside from this costly vacation to visit his relatives – a vacation in which I still will be working a bit – we really have developed a take life as it comes habit.

It’s what works best for us and our family.

The growing family he always wanted.

The one that I didn’t know I needed.

That I didn’t know I was anxious for.

But you know what they say.

The best things in life are always worth the wait.

And Tate O’Clery, along with our all of our children, are no exception to that rule.

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