Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
The club took over a year to build. It was a big project, and we used as many local resources as possible. At first, we put our home on hold. Tinsley got pregnant fairly quickly and wanted to hold off to focus on the club. She also enjoyed that the cabin was smaller, "cuddly," she would call it, and wanted to bring our baby girl Winnie home here.
Tinsley was more jittery about having a baby than I would have ever thought. I'd seen her with babies before, but she can slip into a mindset of how things should be. It doesn't take me long to shake her from it and remind my wife who she is. There isn't much she can't do, and I enjoy the hell out of watching her do it.
I'd taken to fatherhood easily for someone who never had a father. It felt natural from the start. It was also nice having Tinsley's parents close, and they are very involved, and I fucking love that for my girls. I want them to have everything I never did.
“Daddy!” Winnie comes barreling into the house. They’d all gone over to the club this morning. There is always a brunch put on for the ladies. The men get up early and pitch in to set things up.
There is a spa area, which is where Tinsley will take clients from time to time. She might not need to work, but she enjoys it. She also still has a booth over at the salon. Tinsley hops around. Hell, for a few of the older ladies, she goes to their home. My wife is always on the move.
It’s a straight shot from the front door through the entry and down a wide hallway to the kitchen. Winnie runs right into my arms, and I sweep her off her feet. She falls back dramatically, like in the movies when a girl faints. The pink dress she has on is covered in chocolate and glitter, and I'm not sure I want to know what the green goo is.
I kiss the top of her head and put her on her feet because Teddy comes barreling in after her. This is how they always enter the home if they've been away, even if only for a few hours. Teddy is eleven months younger than Winnie. Tinsley wanted to have them close together.
Right now we're content with two. I'll always be open to more if Tinsley wants, but there is only so much of her to go around, and I won't let her stretch herself too thin. I blow a raspberry on Teddy's cheek, making her giggle.
They both resemble their mother, but Winnie has more of my coloring with her dark hair and complexion, but those delicate pixie features are present.
"You girls want to change?" Piper asks when she enters the house with Tinsley. They are having a slumber party over at the grandparents' tonight. Their grandpa lets them get away with murder. I think he'd bring the shovel and then tell them how well they did the murder.
I make my way toward my wife. She's got those damn glitter freckles on her lips painted a rosy pink. I cup the back of her neck and pull her into me, dipping my head to kiss her.
"Did you have a good time?"
"They are the best." Her nose does a little scrunch, and I know she's got gossip she wants to share. I kiss it.
“We’re ready.” The girls come flying back in a complete wardrobe change. They’ve gone from dresses to superheroes with capes and eye masks. They definitely take after Tinsley when it comes to their spontaneity.
We give them kisses and hugs goodbye, and they are back out the door with Grandma.
"I love Valentine's Day." Tinsley wraps her arms around me. My hands slide to her ass, and I lift her off her feet, making her skirt bunch up.
We always stay in on Valentine's Day. I'll make us dinner, and we'll end up in front of the fireplace watching movies, and I'll have my fifty ways with my wife. I carry her into our bedroom. It's too early for dinner yet, but I want to indulge in the sweet taste of her.
I drop her onto the bed and pull my shirt off and toss it to the ground. Tinsley’s hand brushes across the left side of my chest, where one of her designs was tattooed on me a few years ago. I don't know if she's aware she even does that anymore. Her fingers are always going there.
Tinsley's art is all over the house. I'd wanted it included when we'd designed the house. Now, the girls' art also adorns the walls.
"I want to give you my gift." Her hands trail down my chest to the button of my jeans.
"Tinsley—"
"What?" She licks her lips innocently. That mouth of hers could be the death of me, and she knows it.