T-Bone - L. Wilder Page 0,89
I woke up the next morning, I rolled over to find that I was in the bed alone. Worried, I threw the covers back and rushed to the nursery only to find Beckett fast asleep in the rocking chair with JT sleeping soundly on his bare chest. It was a sight that made my heart swell with so much love I thought it might burst. Being careful not to wake them, I tiptoed over to Beckett and slipped my hands under JT, gently lifting him from his daddy’s chest and laying him down in his crib. I’d just gotten him settled when I heard Beckett ask, “Did you get some sleep?”
“Yes, thanks to you.” I turned and walked over to him, kissing him briefly before I said, “I’ve got him. Go get in the bed and get some sleep.”
“Look who’s being bossy now.”
“What can I say?” I gave him a wink. “You bring it out in me.”
“Mm-hmm.” He got up, and in a sleepy haze, he started towards the bedroom. “Landry and Hyde will be here around ten, so make sure you wake me up in a couple of hours.”
“Sure thing.”
When I heard him rustling the sheets, I checked on JT once more, then headed into the kitchen hoping to clean up a little while I had the chance. I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, tossed in a load of clothes in the washing machine, and even managed to get dressed before JT finally woke up. Hoping to get to him before he woke Beckett, I rushed into the nursery and quickly picked him up. “Hey there, buddy.”
I changed his diaper before going into the kitchen to make him a bottle. Even though I’d planned on breastfeeding, I didn’t want to take a chance on losing all the progress he’d made by moving him from his bottle. The nurses assured me it wouldn’t be an issue, but after everything we’d been through, I wasn’t going to take the chance. JT was fussy, but as soon as I gave him the bottle, he started to settle. I carried him into the living room and sat down in Beckett’s oversized recliner.
As I fed him, I looked around the room, and it seemed strange how much it already felt like home to me. Maybe it was because so many of my things were scattered around the house, but I had a feeling there was something more to it—like the fact that Beckett was there. As crazy as it might’ve sounded, he was my home, and in his arms, I’d found everything I’d always wanted and more.
When JT finished his bottle, I placed him down on my lap with his back against my legs so I could get a better look at him. I was studying his adorable little fingers and toes when Beckett came into the room. He was still his pajama pants with no shirt, and even though he still seemed to be in a sleepy haze, the man was looking all kinds of sexy. It was just another reminder that I couldn’t have sex for another six weeks, which wasn’t easy considering that it’d been so long since we’d been together. His brows furrowed as he asked, “What happened to you waking me up?”
“It hasn’t been two hours yet.”
“Actually, it’s been three.” He kissed my forehead, and then turned his attention to JT. “How’s it going, big man?”
“He’s been changed and fed, so I’d say he’s doing pretty good.”
He leaned down and gave me another kiss before asking, “You want some coffee?”
“That would be great.”
Beckett nodded, then went into the kitchen. He was just starting to make us a pot of coffee when there was a knock at the door. As soon as he opened it, I could hear Clay say, “Damn, brother. You’re looking a little rough around the edges.”
“Lack of sleep will do that to a man.” As he started back into the kitchen, Beckett continued, “Y’all come on in. I was just making some coffee.”
“Where’s JT?” Landry asked sounding excited. “I can’t wait to see him.”
“He’s in here with me.” As she made her way into the living room, I told her, “He’s been waiting to meet you.”
Landry rushed over to me, and as she looked down at JT, her eyes filled with emotion. “Oh, Alyssa. He’s so precious.”
“Thank you.” I carefully picked him up and offered him to her. “Would you like to hold him?”
“Are you kidding?” She took him in her arms. “I’d love