“You betcha daddy! Come on Uncle Xavy, let’s wrestle!” A bark of laughter comes from behind me followed by shuffled movements. I know Shiloh is good with them. I nod my head toward the hallway motioning to the nursery.
Josie, quickly wiping under her eyes with the sleeve of her crewneck sweater before she cautiously gets up and starts moving. Following her lead, my brain swims with ways that I can make this better. How I can try and make her smile, I hate when she cries. It kills me when she’s sad.
Entering the nursery, Josie makes her way to the rocking chair in the corner, behind her there is a silhouette of a mountain top painted across the main wall where his crib is against the wall. The room is simple and cozy, allowing for quick changes as Hayes gets older. A little bookshelf beside the rocking chair where Josie and I envision eventually reading stories to Hayes before bed. Sometimes when Josie is breastfeeding, she will read to Shiloh who will lay on the carpet with his toy cars and play while she reads.
Josie watches me cross the room to the change table and begin changing Hayes diaper. I have his bottom half out of his sleeper and begin to undo his diaper.
I pull back the front of the diaper, as my other hand reaches forward for the wipes when it hits me.
“Ahhh!”
Chapter Two
Josie
Two Weeks Postpartum
“Ahh!”Montyscreeches,“mayday,mayday! I've been hit!”
I can't help the uncontrollable laughter that comes from me as Monty tries to dodge the stream of urine that's currently flying from our son onto him. I don't think it dawns on him to close the diaper up again, based on the frantic movements he makes before throwing a wipe over Hayes then looking down at his shirt.
“No fair little man! Why you gotta do me dirty like that?” He peels the shirt away from his body before letting it fall back into place. A look of discomfort flashes over his face, a moment later he reaches behind his back and pulls off his shirt and tosses it toward the bedroom door. Then he goes back to the task at hand.
I take the moment to appreciate the back of my husband's body. I watch as his shoulder muscles move with the movements of him changing Hayes’ diaper.
After all these years, Monty has aged like fine wine. The hard labor of his job has kept himself fit, but he's never had defined edges of hard muscle. His body has always had some cushion.
Monty turns around with a tired looking Hayes in his arms. A big yawn escapes from his little mouth as Monty places him in my arms. Settling his head into my elbow I begin to rock in the chair, humming “you are my sunshine” as I wait for sleep to take him.
Hayes is out in no time flat, and Monty is there to transfer him into his crib. I move to turn on the white noise machine, grabbing the monitor as I walk to the door. Monty reaches down and grabs his dirty shirt on the way out. Instead of heading back to the living room I follow Monty into our bedroom.
Monty has taken on so much since I got home. While my c-section wasn't in the plans for my delivery he has taken on the adjustment with stride. I couldn't have done it without him. I know he's stressed about going back to work and leaving me here, but I'm sure I'll be fine, I think about asking Harper to work from home over here. Although, I'm not sure if that's asking too much of Xavier's new girl.
I love Harper, she's so perfect for Xavier and he deserves all the love and support. She calms him when he's in his head. Which is something Monty and myself have spent years helping him with. She does it so effortlessly, and I can see the way she looks at him. I'm happy for my friend.
An idea sparks as I watch Monty head to the dresser. We won't always have an opportunity of this alone time, where Hayes is sleeping and Shiloh is entertained by other people.
I strike before Monty knows what happens.
“Wait,” I stop him before he pulls his shirt on. “I think you got some on your jeans too.” I quickly walk over so he can't move far.
He looks down to try and find the wet spot on his jeans. There isn't one, I just needed an excuse to get close. Standing in front of him I begin to undo his belt, followed by the button until finally lowering his zipper.
“What–” a hiss leaves him as I slip my hand down his briefs before he can continue his sentence and run my hand down his cock. He leans back and rests his ass on the dresser.
“You've been so good to me while I've been healing,” looking up I drag my tongue along his jaw before reaching his ear. He's slightly taller than me but with him leaning back I'm able to get to my destination with ease. “Let me show you how much I appreciate you.” Nipping at his ear beforeI lean back to look down. I watch as his cock springs free from his briefs, half hard.
Growing harder with every stroke, thrusting his hips forward. Monty groans, which I silence with my other hand. “Shh, be quiet.”
His brown eyes are blown as he stares me down. His hot breath fans across my hand. A smile curves on my face as I watch my husband turn to putty.
Removing my hand from his mouth, I lean forward and spit onto his cock, using my hand to move the liquid all around his shaft. Moving my hand up and twisting slightly at the tip before running it back down. His eyes flutter closed, head falling back. I dive in and begin licking and sucking at his neck.
A whimper escapes him, that noise alone gets my heart rate racing. Reminding me of all the fun times we’ve had together all these years. Monty was my first, and he’s my forever. As we got older and more comfortable in our relationship we started experimenting, figuring out what we each like.
“You know I love when you make those noises for me, Husband.” Panting in his ear, as I continue to stroke him. “But I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.”
“Fuck, you’re evil.” He gasps as he buries his head in my neck.
