Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Then he pulls me into his arms and hugs me tight, squeezing me so hard I feel like I might burst. I’m laughing and he’s laughing, and I feel so light now that he knows. I can’t even remember why I was nervous about this.
“Uh, excuse me?”
Stellan stops hugging me. We turn to stare at a small girl, pale white skin, big blue eyes, awkwardly pushing glasses onto her face as two older versions of her come in from the rear lugging boxes.
“You’re the roommate!” I say excitedly. “Sorry, uh, hi, so nice to meet you. I’m actually Gem’s sister; Gem should be back soon.”
“Oh, uh, cool. Nice to meet you.” She glances at Stellan, and there’s a flash of fear in her expression. “I’m, uh, moving in.”
“Would you like help?” Stellan asks, and it looks like a lion talking to a mouse.
The girl actually squeaks and shakes her head. “We got it!”
I greet the parents before we get out of there. I figure there’s no reason to let the poor girl have nightmares about my husband. I lean against Stellan, and we walk down to the quad together, his arm around my shoulders. I text Gem that her roommate is nice, quiet, and dropping her stuff off. I tell her not to bother finding us. I tell her I’ll see her soon.
“You’re crying.” Stellan wipes my tears.
“I am not.”
“Tell that to your face.”
“Shut it.” I put my phone away. “It’s fine. I’m fine!”
“I believe you.”
“Shut it.” I lean against his shoulder and put a hand on my belly. “I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.”
“I know. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Really? Better than being Don?”
“Even better than covering you in blood and fucking you in a graveyard.”
“I did enjoy that.”
He kisses me, long and deep, and we sit there together watching the college kids live their carefree lives, and I think this is good, this is exactly right. We’re where we need to be. What’s there to complain about? Nothing at all, that’s what.