Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Hey,” she said.
“Evening,” he said. “How was your day?” He put a hand at the small of her back and guided her to the passenger side of the car.
“It has been good ... long, but Ava has found a new girl to help when I go out on maternity leave. Rachel Flynn.”
“I know that name.”
“You should, she has lived here most of her life. Apart from when she went away to culinary school.”
“Probably. Does she have a brother or something?”
“I don’t know.” She couldn’t help but look back at the shop and wonder about the bullying rumors. “Did you ever hear the rumors?”
“Rumors?”
“That she was bullied, like a lot, through high school?” she asked. Big Dick was older than her and Harlow.
There was quite a sizable age gap between them. Not that age mattered. She didn’t care how old Big Dick was, it didn’t change the way she felt about him. She still loved him.
“I don’t know. Once I joined the Hell’s Bastards MC, I forgot all about the shit at high school. I know I never bullied her. I don’t even know what she looks like. I just recognize the name.”
Larissa smiled. She hoped the bullying rumors were just that—rumors.
Big Dick pulled out of the parking spot and drove them home. There were no stops. They had the nursery all ready. They were having a little disagreement about purchasing items for the baby. She didn’t want to, as they didn’t know if they were having boys or girls. Big Dick wanted to load up the nursery with both, so they were prepared. She was also a little afraid of bad luck. The last thing she wanted to do was bring bad luck to their babies.
Arriving home, she saw it was already aglow. “Do we have company?” she asked.
“No, I just have everything ready.”
“What?”
“I stopped off at home before coming to get you.” He put the car into “park,” and climbed out, rushing around the side to help her out of it. “And I have everything ready for dinner.”
“Already?”
She hadn’t needed to cook a single meal since Big Dick had been taking care of them. Not even on a weekend. He was there, always, and she loved him even more for it. The only thing they were not doing was sharing a bed. They had separate beds, and currently separate rooms. Larissa had wanted it like that, and Big Dick hadn’t pushed.
Stepping over the threshold, Larissa took a deep inhale, and the food smelled so delicious.
“What are we having?” she asked.
“Chicken pot pie.”
“You’re not serious?” she asked.
“I am, and I even got my mother to talk me through her recipe as it is one of my favorites, and I just know you’re going to love it.”
She laughed. “You think I am?”
“I know you are.”
It smelled amazing.
Big Dick took her jacket, then grabbed her hands, moving her to the dining room. “I can do this myself.”
“This is the first time I have cooked this, and I want to know what you think.” He got her to sit at the table, and she was just to relax, while he grabbed their food.
Larissa looked at the perfect piece of chicken pot pie, with broccoli, cauliflower, and carrots on the side. She also noticed that Big Dick had a really messed-up piece of pie.
“What happened?” she asked.
“You always mess up the first slice, and besides, I know how good this is. You tell me what you think.”
He looked so hopeful, and she picked up her fork and knife and began to cut into the pie. The pastry was flaky, the chicken looked so delicious. She took a bite and she was shocked. No one had ever made her chicken pot pie before. She was the one always making pie, and this was absolutely delicious.
“That’s amazing,” she said.
He smirked. “That is my mom’s chicken pot pie, cooked by me.”
Larissa laughed and took a sip of her water, before having another slice of pie. Big Dick asked about her day, and she told him how much fun she had. She talked about the kids she loved to see and the customers she adored. It was a good feeling.
She asked about his day, and there was never much to tell, but she liked to hear him talk about what he could. She helped with the dishes, which was becoming one of her favorite times of the day. Afterward, she excused herself to take a shower, and throughout, she couldn’t stop thinking about Big Dick. Being with him, being near him, wanting to get close to him.
Did she need to keep being angry with him?
It made no sense to her.
Chapter Eighteen
“Yo, Big Dick, come on, man, come and have some fun with me?” Brick said. He was standing in front of a couple of blonde women who didn’t have on any clothes.