I love this life.
Now I just have to figure out if I’m ready to bring a baby into it.
Chapter 35
Miles
It’s been two weeks since Penny and I came back from our little getaway.
We’ve already fallen into a routine that feels anything but boring.
I leave for work early in the morning after making her coffee and breakfast—though lately she barelykeeps anything in her stomach. She’s exhausted all the time, so I don’t mind doing all the cooking.
Then I come home, make us supper, and we spend the night either watching TV or listening to Penny ramble about her newest obsession: turning me into an investor.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t anxious as hell waiting for her to decide what she wants to do about the baby, but I don’t want her to feel pressured, so I haven’t brought it up again.
“Sugar?” I call as I step into our home.
“Here, baby.”
And fuck me, my dick still reacts every time she calls me that.
I follow the sound of her voice to my former guest room, which Penny has claimed and transformed into her office.
There are now three computer monitors, a huge desk, her stationary bike, and a bunch of boxes with her books.
I already promised custom-built bookshelves.
“Hey, you,” she greets me as soon as I walk in.
“Hey, yourself.” I lean down and kiss her quickly. “You had a good day?”
Her entire face lights up.
“Yes. It’s been amazing, actually.” She’s so excited, she’s vibrating. ”And I found something.”
That sentence alone should probably terrify me, considering she’s been trying to convince me to invest my savings for two straight weeks now.
“What’s going on?” I ask cautiously as I drag over a chair beside her.
But I love this woman, so here I am.
“So you know how I’ve been talking nonstop about you investing some money?”
I snort. “Hard to forget.”
“Well…” She spins one of the monitors toward me. I found this property.”
Three massive screens fill with pictures of what can only be described as a haunted mansion.
“Please keep an open mind,” she says quickly. “I truly believe this place has a lot of potential.”
“Boss,” I say carefully, “I trust your instinct, but that place is hanging by a thread.”
She sighs. “Just listen first.”
I gesture for her to continue.
