Mother’s Day
The house is quiet as I try to get the coffee pot ready to start. Usually when I come over here during the week, Monty and Josie are already up and having coffee while Shiloh eats his breakfast.
Today is Mother’s Day though, and I thought it would be nice to get started on coffee and breakfast. My mother and I agreed to have lunch so I don’t have to go and see her until later today.
The coffee pot starts to make its gurgling noises as it percolates. The sound not only jump started the caffeine for the day, but the momentum in my tasks. I pull out all the ingredients needed to make waffles. I know they have a waffle maker here somewhere. I just need to find it.
“Well good morning,” a deep voice comes from behind me.
I squeal, placing my hand over my heart as Monty saunters his way over to me from the back hall. He appears sheepish as he realizes he scared the shit out of me.
“Fuck a duck. Monty you nearly gave me a heart attack.” I blow out a deep breath before grimacing. “I’m sorry, this is your house and I just helped myself here. I just wanted to get started on some breakfast stuff for Josie.”
“It’s okay, here let me help you out.” He walks over to join me in the kitchen and brings out the waffle maker. We work together in silence, as I mix the batter, Monty takes out eggs and bacon.
Shiloh comes out at some point in his pajamas and offers his help, and when Hayes starts making a fuss, we hear Josie get up and grab himbefore either of us could beat her to it. Fifteen minutes later, Josie comes out with Hayes on her hip.
Her mouth opens in surprise as she looks at the breakfast spread. Monty gets her to sit at the bar and plates up her breakfast and a cup of coffee. I give Shiloh his plate and go to grab a plate of my own but Monty stops me.
“Go grab a seat, I’ll bring you your plate” He tilts his chin toward the seats and moves to where all the food is.
He places the plate before me, and when I look down my brain freezes. On my plate is an omelet. My mind rewinds as I remember the phone call that started this all.
“I’m barely awake, I don’t do mornings unless you’re bringing omelets or orgasms.”
A snort leaves me, before I grab my fork and cut out a slice. Picking up the egg and cheesy goodness, I look up and make eye contact with Monty. His deep eyes are already on me as I connect to his.
Slowly I bring the food to my mouth and close my lips around the prongs. I let out a slow moan as I pull the fork from my mouth. Once I swallow, I lick my lips and respond. “These omelets are just perfect.”
Monty clears his throat as he takes a sip of his coffee.
Chapter Fourteen
Monty
Four Months Postpartum
Thesmellofcoffeeinvades my senses as I pull the cup closer to my face and take a gulp. The hazelnut creamer splashes across my tastebuds and I sigh with approval.
Last night was a rough one. Hayes has started a sleep regression so between Josie and I we were up constantly with him. Our one saving grace is that Shiloh went for a sleepover at Xavier and Harpers to try and give us a bit of a break.
What kid wouldn’t want to sleep at their uncle's house who has a farm attached to it?
I mean– I want to have a sleep over there too.
Xavier and I haven’t had one on one bro time in awhile. Maybe, I should suggest the idea to Josie later to see if we can go out one weekend just me and him.
Maybe I can take Shiloh with me and we can go fishing. Xavier and I usually go fishing during the summer, but we’ve never taken the kid with us. I think he’s old enough to understand and learn.
“We should get Shiloh a fishing rod for his birthday this summer.” I say out loud to Josie.
She doesn’t miss a beat, used to my random outbursts. I mean they aren’t outbursts per say, but when something sticks in my head I say them out loud so I don’t forget them. Especially when it has to do with something I want to remember. I find saying it out loud helps.
“Hm, a fishing rod, eh? What got you there?” She asks, she never dismisses what I have to say, but encourages me to ask the questions or say the things.
“Well I was thinking about the summer fishing trips me and Xavier go on. I thought this year we could bring Shiloh.” I grab the carafe of coffee, topping myself up before turning and pour some more coffee into her mug as well.
“That would be fun, he would love to spend time with two of his favorite guys.” She smiles at me, and I find myself gravitating toward her. I walk around the island until I’m by her side, her eyes never leaving me as I close the distance.
