I’d love to kiss you goodnight, but I’m terrified to move and wake him up,” he whispers, causing another giggle to spill from my lips.
“Me too,” I confess, laying my head down on my pillow.
I don’t close my eyes, not right away. Instead, I lie here and stare at the man across from me, watching my every move. This situation is definitely one giant mess of epic proportions. One minute, I’m coming all over Chase’s magical cock, and the next, a woman leaves his supposed baby on the doorstep. We basically jumped right past an episode of Oprah and landed firmly in the Jerry Springer Show, and I have no idea what to do besides take it day-by-day, minute-by-minute.
But there is one thing that’s certain. Baby Milo will be waking back up soon, and there’s no rolling over and going back to sleep. In a matter of minutes, Chase and I became parents, and as I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, I can’t help but think how surprisingly okay I am with that.
Two times.
That’s how many more times little Milo woke up before 6:00 a.m. It was the last one that’s the most memorable though. Explosive shit out the top of the diaper and all over the bed definitely creates a lasting impression. Chase tried not to gag as he pulled all the blankets off his bed and took them down to the washer. I tasked myself with the job of cleaning the very unhappy baby. It wasn’t until the mushy poop was cleaned from his bottom and back that he finally settled down. Well, until he realized he was hungry, that is.
Chase and I are both dragging ass as we work together to keep an eye on Milo and get ourselves ready. I feed him a bottle while Chase showers. When he’s ready to go, and the baby is sleeping again, I run through the world’s fastest shower and throw on my office attire. I keep it a little on the casual side today, donning black dress capris and a light green smock top. After a quick blow dry, I pull my hair up in a no-mess ponytail and go light on the makeup for the sake of time.
Sliding into a pair of comfortable black flats, I meet my roommate in the hallway. Milo is cradled in his arms, and my heart starts to do a little pitter-patter dance in my chest. The sleeve of his T-shirt molds tightly to his bicep, and his powerful legs look amazing in basketball shorts. He’s a walking wet dream, and throw in the fact that he’s holding a baby, my ovaries start weeping with joy.
“Hey,” I mutter, glancing down at the bundle.
“He just went back to sleep,” he confirms. “I thought it’d be all right if I brought him downstairs.”
Nodding, I’m quick to agree. “Of course. Let’s get him in his carrier and we’ll make sure the bag is packed. We have a fairly light day at the gym. We need to go talk to Harrison right away and make sure he’s okay with me keeping him at the office. Maybe over our lunch break, we can run to the store and buy baby stuff. We have a lot to get.”
“Like a crib and stuff,” he says, his face already starting to show signs of panic.
“Eventually. I think we can get a bassinet at first. He’s still little,” I reply, noticing that my finger is rubbing tiny circles against the baby’s cheek. I didn’t even realize that I had moved to touch him.
Chase nods. “Makes sense. But we’re definitely going to need more clothes. Especially if there’s many more of those blowouts like this morning,” he adds, shivering in disgust.
Smiling, I agree. “Definitely. We should anticipate a few more of those, yes. I’ll try to make a list of the things Gwen got at her shower. That should give us a good place to start.”
Slowly, we make sure we have the diaper bag packed up and the baby secured in the seat and head to Chase’s truck. “I can drive my car if you want. This way, we have two vehicles at the gym, in case something comes up.”
He adamantly shakes his head. “No way. I want you with me.” Chase reaches over with the hand that isn’t carrying the car seat and runs his palm along my cheek. The moment his skin touches mine, flashbacks of last night fill my mind. He’s the perfect combination of powerful, yet