Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
My body stirred.
After Brock lay down, I sat on the couch next to where Patrick was sleeping, praying he didn’t wake up. As much as I wanted to help Brock, I didn’t really know what I was doing. But I would’ve done anything so he could rest, even if it meant learning the ropes fast.
At one point, I peeked over at Brock to find he was sound asleep. That brought me great joy.
When I returned to my spot on the couch, though, Patrick started kicking his legs, and I knew my reprieve was over.
Growing nervous, I licked my lips. When he opened his eyes and saw me, he started to cry.
Oh no. I lifted him, bringing him over to the corner of the house farthest from Brock so as not to wake him. Bouncing him up and down gently, I said, “I can only imagine how scary it was for you to see me and not your daddy when you woke up. I know you don’t know me, but I promise it’s okay. I’m a good person.”
After several minutes of rocking back and forth, Patrick finally stopped crying.
“Are you hungry?” I cooed.
I didn’t want to wake Brock to ask him the last time Patrick had been fed, so I took a chance and reached for one of the bottles. Thankfully, Brock had containers of ready-to-pour formula right on the counter. I read the instructions on the back of one of them to make sure I wasn’t missing anything, and it seemed pretty straightforward. Just open and pour. After taking one of the clean bottles out of the drying rack next to the sink, I used my free hand to open the formula and pour it.
The moment I placed the nipple in Patrick’s mouth, he took it as if he had a vacuum attached to his little lips. The bottle was empty in no time, and I gave myself props for taking a chance and feeding him without having to interrupt his father.
Using my common sense, I held him up straighter and patted his back until he let out a burp.
“What do we do now?” I asked, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.
It took only a few seconds before he answered in the form of a loud vibration against my arm that I surmised was an explosion.
“Oh no,” I muttered. I’d been hoping to avoid changing him.
I’d only been here a matter of minutes, but it was easy to see that caring for Patrick was a full-time job. Carrying him over to the diaper supplies on the end table, I took a deep breath and tried to remember how I used to do this when I babysat as a teenager.
“You can do this…” I murmured.
Placing the mat on the floor, I put Patrick down and braced myself for what I knew was coming. Call it muscle memory, but once I got started, it was all pretty easy. Though, I’d no sooner had that thought than urine shot up into my face. I couldn’t help but laugh. Brock had warned me.
After I cleaned up both of us, I took him over to the couch and held him in my arms. I could’ve sworn he smiled at me. Or maybe it was gas. Probably the latter.
We sat there examining each other for several minutes. As he looked up at me, probably still wondering who the hell this strange woman was, I thought about how this little person had changed the course of my life, whether he knew it or not. Despite the impact on my relationship with his father, Patrick deserved to be here, deserved to have a dad as wonderful as Brock.
“I won’t hold anything against you, little man. The timing was less than optimal, for sure. But you’re gonna make your daddy so proud. I just know it. And I’m so glad we have this quiet time to get to know each other without anyone else around. I’m not scared of you anymore, and I hope you’re not scared of me.”
“What are you two talking about?” Brock’s voice startled me.
He looked so handsome in his black T-shirt and gray sweatpants, and best of all, he looked rested.
“Hey, you.” I smiled up at him. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a rock, thanks to you.” He sat down next to me, placing his hands around my cheeks and bringing me in for a kiss. My nipples stiffened. Apparently, it didn’t matter if I was still holding his son, my capacity to be turned on by this man knew no bounds.
Brock took Patrick from me. “What did I miss?”
“A bottle, a bowel movement, and…an I-told-you-so.”
Brock smiled. “Ah! He got you, eh?”
“Yeah. But it was fine.” I shrugged.
He arched a brow. “You mean that?”
“I actually do.” I smiled.
“Well, you know, I thought you were amazing before you walked in here like a white knight and took care of my son. But now, Red? You’re gonna have a tough time keeping me away from you tonight, if I can ever get him to sleep again.” He set the baby in a little seat across from us and waited a few seconds before looking back at me and grinning. “I think he’s actually gonna give me a break and stay in this seat.”