Chapter Six

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I was finally getting a few decent paying gigs here and there. I decided to start writing a vampire romance trilogy between gigs. I needed a passive income for those days when I'd be too busy to write.




I completed my first romance novel and managed to sell it to a publisher.






I was concerned that Marcus could show up with child services and take our kid away with me living in a shack. I scoured the web and found a floor plan of a house I liked. I decided to start building the home with a decent facade facing the street. I'd be building it bit by bit.


Initially the long narrow room I started with wasn't a lot roomier than the shack, but it at least had windows. I tore down the shack and sold it for scrap. That helped off-set the cost just a bit. I also ordered another crib just in case. It sure felt like more than one baby rolling around in there.






I sold another book and quickly decided to expand my house just a bit. I finished out the room that would one day be my formal dining room. For now it would be a bedroom and nursery.







I was rather pleased with it, even if it looked straight at my toilet for now.




Suffering from a bit of writer's block, I decided to dance to spooky music with the promotional earbuds that arrived in my mail.


 
That's when I went into labor.




Fuckity-fuck that hurt.

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  1. Shannon's ShenanigansMay 6, 2019 at 5:00 PM

    Love that formal Dinningroom/bedroom with the toilet veiw.

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