In between Hayes’ feedings and naps, Josie spends the time showing me around their house and what typically gets done during the day. Some laundry and light cleaning, Josie explains what typically happens throughout the seasons as well.
We’re in the kitchen prepping supper. Josie is at the counter cutting peppers and onions, while I stand at the oven cooking the chicken. “What normally goes on when Shiloh gets off the bus?” I ask as I transfer the now cooked chicken into a bowl before oiling the pan, readying it for the vegetables.
“Well, his school lets out at three fifteen, he gets on the bus and is dropped off at the house just before four. Normally Monty or I will wait outside for him. He comes in, puts his bag away and takeshis lunchbox out and brings it to the kitchen.” She walks to me and passes me the cutting board full of clean chopped peppers and onions. “He usually gets some free time to play while we finish up dinner.” Sizzling comes from the frying pan, I glance over at Josie before focusing back on cooking.
“With Monty back at work he normally gets home around five so I try to aim to have supper ready by then,” Josie continues as she begins to load up the dishwasher. “I know we didn’t really go into too much detail about your off times.” I turn down the burner adding the chicken back into the frying pan followed by the rest of the ingredients needed for chicken fajitas. Leaving it to simmer, turning I lean against the island counter.
“Yeah, I figured I’d stay as long as you guys need me.” I reply, with a casual shrug to my shoulders.
We spend the next hour finishing off dinner and discussing the roles of the job. I’ll get the weekends and evenings off. On occasion, I might be asked to watch on the weekend. Josie told me she doesn’t foresee that happening but just in case. She talked about Monty’s parents potentially coming up, in the case I can take the time off.
Josie opened the floor for me to ask any questions I might have. I don’t have many questions about the job, but I do ask her about what her healing process is going to look like. Finding this out will help me know what her limitations are and when she can start to do more. She went over how typically a c-section healing process can take anywhere from six to eight weeks to heal if things are going well. She disclosed her complications with infections, and predicted that it might take her a bit longer to be back to everything she was able to do before.
As she goes on about it, I just sit there in awe of her. Not only did she go through labor but then had to go through major surgery just to have Hayes. I can’t imagine the shock to the system of not being able to do things that in everyday life, is so easy to do.
ChapterSix
Monty
Four Weeks Postpartum
Theynevertellyouthe amount of paperwork that you still need to do when you own your own business. If there’s anything I hate the most about this role it’s the paperwork. I like getting my hands dirty in the projects. Each task that comes with every new remodel is the same but different in its own.
My favorite part is bringing my clients' vision to life. Taking their inspirations and making them a reality is something I love. I try to be involved in every step of the process with our clients. I have workers I delegate most of the process to, but I like walking through it all with the clients.
I have a great crew. They work hard and I don't have to babysit them. Which is why taking off the first two weeks after Hayes was born was easy.
I loved being home with Josie, helping adjust to the life from one kid to two. Hayes is a pretty relaxed baby, so getting into a new routine happened pretty flawlessly.
Looking at the time, I realize I was so lost in my head that it's time to go. Finishing off the paperwork I had in front of me, I make a quick list of what I need to get done tomorrow before closing up the office.
The drive home is quick. Climbing out of the truck I hear laughter coming from the back yard. My body heads toward the sound like a shipcoming home. Because I am home, and the laughter of my family fills me with such joy.
Turning the corner of the house I see my boy in the snow creating a large snowball by rolling it through the tacky white substance. I see the bottom and middle part of the snowman already stacked as Shiloh works on the head. Evie is on her knees ensuring the snowman stays together.
My core heats as a vision forms in my mind of Evie on her knees for me, rosy lips wrapped around the head of my cock. Beside her is Josie, hand tangled around her golden locks guiding my cock deeper down Evie's throat. Drool dribbling down her chin as she gags on my length. Josie whispering how good we're both being for her. A shiver makes its way down my spine, and I find myself adjusting my stance to alleviate the space that is shrinking in my jeans.
“Daddy!” Shiloh yells as he abandons his task and makes his way over to me.
“Hey buddy!” I crouch down and catch him as he leaps into the air. Using his momentum I spin in circles before falling backward into the snow. The sweetest sound of a child's giggle flutters through the air and into my ears.
“We're building a snowman while Hayes naps!” Shiloh's mitted hand flies to the half built snowman, pride shining on his face, “I rolled them all by myself.” Shiloh crawls off me and runs back toward his abandoned snowman.
“Wow buddy, that's so cool.” I tell him.
Crawling onto all fours, I get up and make my way over to my wife. A smirk plays on her lips as she watches the distance close between us.
“Hey mama,” leaning forward, pressing my lips to hers. Then again to her cheek, her jaw until I’m below her ear. A visible shiver runs through Josie as she tilts her head allowing me more access. “How was today?”
A hum leaves her lips, her hands trailing up my chest until she grasps the collar of my jacket. “It went well. We had a check up today and everyone is doing well.” Pulling back her eyes bounced between mine, a small pout on her lips.
“What is it?” Encouraging her to continue.
Quickly placing another kiss on my lips she sighs, “it’s nothing major, my incision is still a bit irritated. I’m just frustrated.” Stepping back she crosses her arms over her chest and looks past me to watch Shiloh and Evie play in the snow.
Changing tactics, I move around her and pull her back to my front. Wrapping my arms around her midsection, she tries to pull away but I tighten my grip. Leaning forward until my lips are at the shell of her ear. I nibble on her ear until her body becomes pliable under my hold.
“Keep looking forward, and watch our boy.” my voice low, moving my hands to snake them under her jacket until I feel the shape of her body. Her body is softer than when we were younger, but so much stronger.
