“Come here little one and let momma feed you,” Monty quickly places him in my arms before heading to the dresser. I release my breast from my shirt and Hayes latches on with enthusiasm. I hear the sound of each pull as he begins to feed.
“Once I’m dressed, I’ll get Loh up before coming back for you guys.” He says over his shoulder as he drops his pajamas flashing me his toned ass.Quickly hopping into a pair of briefs and jeans he continues, “then we can have breakfast, get Loh on the bus …”
He asks it like a question, but he knows that's what I want to do so I smile and nod when he looks back at me.
Throwing on his shirt he disappears again to get Shiloh up and ready for the day.
I sit there and watch my son as he takes his fill of milk. His hands in little fists as he grunts after every pull. His face begins to turn a shade of red, as he struggles. I pop him off my breast before putting him on my shoulder and patting his back. Hayes' tiny body curls before I not only hear it, but I feel it as he lets go.
Yup, the glory of babies. They aren’t just all cute little nuggets. They can be some of the loudest poopers.
Thankfully, I have a basket on my night table for this exact situation. So quickly I grab a new diaper and sleeper and get to work.
Once Hayes is all changed and in a new outfit, I place him in the middle of the bed so that I can go get my own clothes and change. There’s a sharp pain in my stomach as I maneuver him over to the mattress. I hear the door open before, and before I can act innocent I hear the stern tones in his voice.
“Christ Jojo, you couldn’t wait for me to come get him?” Flinching slightly as I try to right myself, which causes more pulls at my incision. I probably should have waited, but I thought I could place him down at least and start to change. The slight throb in my pelvic area telling me I was wrong. I avoid his eyes as I finally sit up right, picking off nonexistent threads from our comforter.
A heavy sigh leaves Monty and he cups my jaw in his hand, tilting my head up so I can look at him. “You have to be more careful. I don’t want you popping your stitches or getting an infection that’s going to prolong your healing.”
He’s right.
“I’m sorry. I thought this was something that I could manage so I could at least get dressed before you come back.” Sincerity flowing through me, that I hope he reads.
Leaning down he presses his lips to mine. “I get it, but until the doctor says otherwise can you please just wait and let me help you? Let Evie help you?”
Nodding my head, I agree.
“Good. Now go get dressed, I’ll go put him in the swing.” Monty places a quick kiss to my nose then my lips before leaning over and picking up Hayes.
Once I’m alone I walk over and pick up a pair of yoga pants, black crew shirt and my favorite light blue cardigan and make quick work to get changed. I hear the low murmurs of conversation coming from the kitchen as I make my way down the hallway. Shiloh tells Monty about his dream he had last night.
Once in the kitchen I make my way over to the counter and see that the coffee hasn't been turned on yet so I open the cupboard to grab the coffee grounds and filters.
Just as I get the coffee pot on, I hear the doorbell ring.
Chapter Five
Evie
Three Weeks Postpartum
Icringeasmycarbegins to make some god awful noise as I pull into their driveway. The engine light went from a solid staple on my dashboard, to a flashing rave. I’m sure that isn’t good, but I can’t afford to take it in right now.I’m sure it’s fine.
Grabbing my tumbler, filled with my caramel iced coffee, I drag myself out of my car, throwing my bag over my shoulder. The creaking bang of my door slamming echoes in waves behind me as I walk to the front door.
My mouth opens involuntarily as a yawn escapes, pausing me in my steps as it takes over my body. Shaking the sleep out of my head I move forward and ring the doorbell.
Moments tick by before the door opens, standing there is Monty. Wearing boot cut blue jeans that perfectly encase his toned thighs. The pants are held up by a simple leather belt that his white ribbed tank is tucked into nicely. The white material molds over every defined muscle, making me wish I could dump my drink over him to see how the material would cling.
“Morning!” Monty chimes, stepping back as I walk into the house. “I’m just getting Shiloh’s lunch in his bag before I head out!”
Following his steps, he veers off to the kitchen while I continue to the table where Shiloh is sitting with a bowl of cereal. He’s wiggling and humming a tune as he eats his food. When he looks up, his eyes shine with excitement as he waves at me.
“Good morning, Shiloh!” pulling out the chair beside him, I sit. “Did you have a good sleep?”
“The bestest! I had a dream I was piderman!” Shiloh exclaims, “and, and I had to fight da bad guys,” he throws his arms out as he continues to enthusiastically tell me about his dream. Monty leaves the kitchen and comes back with Hayes, placing him in the swing.
Josie pulls up a chair, joining us as Shiloh’s onto his next topic. I’m just trying my best to keep up with what he’s saying.
