MM Series (#3)
Marriage has been easy for star hockey goalie Evan Henderson and his best friend's sister, Ellie. They both knew what they wanted from the start of their relationship.
The only problem is that they can't get everything they want.
Afte...
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I turn to the side and stare at my stomach in the mirror. While my boobs have grown, my stomach has not--at least not much. But that's normal.
"My tits are about to fall out of this damn baby doll," I tell my sister who is on speakerphone.
Evelyn laughs. "At least they're nice and big."
"I don't want nice and big. I liked the smallness."
She chuckles. "It's part of it, babe."
"Evan keeps saying my boobies look nice. And it makes me want to slap him for calling them the same thing your children calls them." This causes my sister to cackle. "Speaking of which, did I tell you what Aspen asked me the other day?"
"Oh boy."
"She wanted to know why I had bigger boobies than her Mommy."
Evelyn snorts. "That kid has no filter."
"What kid does?"
"None, but I don't think Aspen ever will if she's anything like her father--which she already is."
"And that scares me."
"I hate road series. They suck."
"I know." I groan, peeling the lingerie piece off and tossing it on top of the bed. "Also, not only are my boobies big, but they fucking hurt."
"Yeah, that part is hard."
It's especially hard to get stimulated when a brush of the finger across my nipple makes me wince. "It's posing a problem in the bedroom."
"Give it a few weeks, then you'll be able to get off just by having your boobs touched."
"T. M. I." I clasp on a bra with a slight groan and step into the closet, taking my phone with me. "What time is your appointment?"
"Four." Evelyn says, the sound of sheets stirring in the background.
"I'll pick the kids up after school and just take them back with me while I finish things up there. You sure you'll be okay without them tonight?"
"Yeah." Evelyn sighs. "I'm behind in the bakery after the holidays wiped us out and I can't afford distractions."
"Okay." I grab a red Fairfield Elementary School t-shirt and slip it on with a pair of jeans. "Call me if you need any help, though."
"Melissa is staying with me tonight to help, but thanks."
"Alrighty then." I step outside of the closet and sit on the edge of the bed to put my sneakers on. "I'll be at the house around three-thirty."
"Sounds good. The kids are pumped."
"We'll have fun. I'm excited too."
Bentley follows me out of the bedroom and down the stairs as I flip lights off along the way.
