Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Duke slips his tongue inside my mouth. “Yup. And that ain’t changing, so you’d best get used to it.”
We grab some towels and head out to the wide, flat beach, careful to avoid a volleyball game in progress on one of the courts in the sand. I gather seashells with Robbie. Duke and Maggie race to the water. Watching them laugh together has me feeling short of breath.
Could this day be any more perfect?
Could this life be any more perfect for us?
We dip our toes in the ocean—“too cold!” according to Robbie—then take a walk to look for dolphins and/or sharks. We work up an appetite playing volleyball when we’re invited onto a court, and then we demolish lunch by the pool.
I don’t know if it’s because of the sun, the time change, or all the activity happening, but the kids end up conking out in the room later that afternoon. While they nap, Duke and I run through a checklist for an upcoming trunk show, and then we shower—together, because why the hell not?—before waking up the kids and heading into town.
They’re eager little explorers, ducking into shops and nibbling on appetizers we order as we progress from one cute restaurant to the next. They get into a spat over a stuffed whale at a store, and we have to separate them, but the whale is quickly forgotten when we encounter a frozen custard shop.
Scooping my peanut-butter-and-chocolate custard into my mouth, I nudge Duke with my shoulder. “Did you ever think you’d be having a blast doing such wholesome things?”
He smirks. “Not everything we’ve done today has been wholesome.”
“So, it’s been the perfect day, then.”
He takes a big bite of his cheesecake custard. Ever since he had that Blizzard at my place ages ago, it’s become his favorite flavor.
“Every day with you is the perfect day.” He squints, watching the kids devour their treats on a nearby bench. “But yeah, today’s been pretty epic, as Robbie would say.”
“He is so dang cute.”
“Just like me. You happy, Mama?”
“The happiest. And no, I still refuse to call you Daddy.”
He chuckles. “We’ll see what you’re saying later tonight when I got you—”
“Are you talking about kissing Mommy again?” Robbie pulls a face. “Gross.”
I grin at my husband. “Not gross at all.”
My body warms when he ducks his head and kisses me for the five thousandth time today.
“We’re doing it, Blue. This is a dream, yeah? The dream.”
I nod. “Dreams do come true.”
“Cheeseball.”
“Yep. And I’m not sorry about it.”
His grin makes my stomach dip. “Good. I’m not either.”