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Arriving home was such a relief. As usual, Creole Cottage worked its magic. Dave kissed her at the door.
“If you want to take him, I’ll empty the car.”
Katrina kissed him back and took Davie into the house, to his bedroom. Carefully laying him in the crib, she pulled off his little blue jeans and changed his diaper, smoothing his skin with her fingertips. Exhausted after a full day of fun in the sun, the baby didn’t move while she dressed him. His mother knew what he needed.
Katrina had proven to be a good mother. The doubts she’d had about caring for an infant with possible special needs had been eradicated. A moment of self-actualization hit. Davie washerbaby.
And the ego boost, she’d had a baby with the hunk, Dave Chastain.
Smiling, she reached for a lightweight blanket, enough covering for the night, and before leaving, she made sure the monitor camera was in the right position and the thermostat was set at seventy. Everything they’d dragged out that day, the toys and extra clothes and little boy outfits were put away. He would sleep twelve hours straight. In the past six months, he’d given up naps, but he slept through the night without moving, giving his parents plenty of time to regroup.
Since Davie had learned to walk, he couldn’t travel with Katrina; his new, wild child persona didn’t go over well with other airline passengers. Reluctantly, Katrina left him at home with nanny Luanne who loved Davie like he was her own baby.
Dave praised Katrina continuously.
“You have everything, down to the last shoelace, so organized that it’s a no-brainer to care for him. You’ve made it easy for us to take care of him in your absence.”
Nearly an obsession, order, routine, and excellence were the keys to Katrina’s peace. She had to keep reminding herself the world wouldn’t come to an end if his clean clothes didn’t get put away until the morning, or ever. While she worked, she thought of Dave again, how her love and desire for him had grown over the past year, in spite of the stress and change and absences. He was the love of her life.
Her phone beeped and she got it out of her pocket. It was a text from Dave.
I’ll meet you on the terrace with wine.Smiling, she took one last look around the room, grabbed the diaper to throw away, and closed the door.
The End.
