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and then I walk to the lounge.
“Brandon’s coming.” I say, smiling widely.
“Really?” Georgia asks me, just as shocked as me.
“Yeah, really.” I reply, going over and picking my boy up
from her, to feed him. I make his bottle up and settle on the sofa to feed him.
His bright blue eyes look up at me as he suckles at his bottle, his mouth still
so small he struggles to surround the teat.
“Gosh, he is just too perfect.” Ant says as he looks over my
shoulder at him.
“Yeah, he is. He really is.” I relax in to the sofa more,
watching, entranced by Joe, as he drinks and eventually falls asleep in my
arms.
“I’ve made up a cot in one of the spare rooms for him, I got
a baby monitor as well so you can hear him in the night.” I thank him, his
consideration soul mending.
“I’ll try and find a place soon, get out of your hair.” I
inform him, lifting my son and laying him against my chest.
“I'm going to get to bed, mate, I’ll be around if you need
me, just call for me. Will you be okay?”
“I’ll be fine mate, I’ll probably kip in Joe’s room on the
floor for the night, don't want to leave him yet.” Antonio smiles at me,
tapping my shoulder affectionately, before leaving.
The girls both stand and leave, kissing my cheek and Joseph
goodnight. I lie down on the sofa, stretching myself out, Joe still asleep atop
my chest, his little breaths warming my skin.
I let my eyes fall closed, my sleep inevitable.
*****
I wake at some point during the night, the darkness
surrounding me, a tiny weight on my chest as my son continues to sleep. I
support his neck and back as I stand, walking through the darkened house to
find the room he is set up in.
I place him in the freshly made cot, when I find the room,
covering him up in a blanket. I make myself a makeshift bed on the floor,
wiggling into the duvet to keep myself warm.
I lie down, staring through the cot bars, watching as his
little chest rises and falls, a sign of his continuing life. It takes me some
time to fall asleep this time, but I eventually fall into it, desperately needing
it.
Chapter Eight
Having my brother here, with my sister and best friend,
could possibly be the best thing I have ever known. Sitting in the garden, my
beautiful son cradled in my arms, my family around me drinking and laughing,
there is nothing better in this world.
I sit and watch as the sun sets beyond the trees in the
distance, Ant’s garden slowly turning to a beautiful moonlit haven. The sky is
clear, an intense sapphire with twinkling stars, scattered across the blanket.
I smile up to the blackened sky, mentally thanking my fiancée for our son,
Joseph. He is more than I could ever imagine. I knew he would grow up, a
strapping young man. Who would break far too many hearts.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Georgia says as she sits next to me
on the wooden deck steps.
“Yeah, it sure is. I could look at that sky forever.” I tell
her, stroking Josephs brown soft hair as he lay lengthways over my chest. Even
with the muscle there, it is clearly still comfortable enough to sleep on.
He has been home for two months now, my sister and brother
having been here just as long. Neither of them have heard or seen my parents
since then, glorifying in the feeling of being away from them.
“Me too, the view here is just outstanding.” She says,
looking to her nephew then across the garden to our bother, my best friend and
his sister mucking around on the grass. I can already tell she has one of those
annoying teenage crushes on Ant, and I figure I’ll have to stop that reaction
to him straight away.
“Yeah, the countryside really is awesome. The sky is so
clear out here.” I divert her thoughts.
“Aha.” She replies, not even paying attention to me.
“Georg, don't even go there.” I warn her, moving Joe to lie
in my arms, rather than on my chest. He is becoming a little restless, and I
think he may be ready for his cot.
“Aha.” She says
“Brandon’s coming.” I say, smiling widely.
“Really?” Georgia asks me, just as shocked as me.
“Yeah, really.” I reply, going over and picking my boy up
from her, to feed him. I make his bottle up and settle on the sofa to feed him.
His bright blue eyes look up at me as he suckles at his bottle, his mouth still
so small he struggles to surround the teat.
“Gosh, he is just too perfect.” Ant says as he looks over my
shoulder at him.
“Yeah, he is. He really is.” I relax in to the sofa more,
watching, entranced by Joe, as he drinks and eventually falls asleep in my
arms.
“I’ve made up a cot in one of the spare rooms for him, I got
a baby monitor as well so you can hear him in the night.” I thank him, his
consideration soul mending.
“I’ll try and find a place soon, get out of your hair.” I
inform him, lifting my son and laying him against my chest.
“I'm going to get to bed, mate, I’ll be around if you need
me, just call for me. Will you be okay?”
“I’ll be fine mate, I’ll probably kip in Joe’s room on the
floor for the night, don't want to leave him yet.” Antonio smiles at me,
tapping my shoulder affectionately, before leaving.
The girls both stand and leave, kissing my cheek and Joseph
goodnight. I lie down on the sofa, stretching myself out, Joe still asleep atop
my chest, his little breaths warming my skin.
I let my eyes fall closed, my sleep inevitable.
*****
I wake at some point during the night, the darkness
surrounding me, a tiny weight on my chest as my son continues to sleep. I
support his neck and back as I stand, walking through the darkened house to
find the room he is set up in.
I place him in the freshly made cot, when I find the room,
covering him up in a blanket. I make myself a makeshift bed on the floor,
wiggling into the duvet to keep myself warm.
I lie down, staring through the cot bars, watching as his
little chest rises and falls, a sign of his continuing life. It takes me some
time to fall asleep this time, but I eventually fall into it, desperately needing
it.
Chapter Eight
Having my brother here, with my sister and best friend,
could possibly be the best thing I have ever known. Sitting in the garden, my
beautiful son cradled in my arms, my family around me drinking and laughing,
there is nothing better in this world.
I sit and watch as the sun sets beyond the trees in the
distance, Ant’s garden slowly turning to a beautiful moonlit haven. The sky is
clear, an intense sapphire with twinkling stars, scattered across the blanket.
I smile up to the blackened sky, mentally thanking my fiancée for our son,
Joseph. He is more than I could ever imagine. I knew he would grow up, a
strapping young man. Who would break far too many hearts.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Georgia says as she sits next to me
on the wooden deck steps.
“Yeah, it sure is. I could look at that sky forever.” I tell
her, stroking Josephs brown soft hair as he lay lengthways over my chest. Even
with the muscle there, it is clearly still comfortable enough to sleep on.
He has been home for two months now, my sister and brother
having been here just as long. Neither of them have heard or seen my parents
since then, glorifying in the feeling of being away from them.
“Me too, the view here is just outstanding.” She says,
looking to her nephew then across the garden to our bother, my best friend and
his sister mucking around on the grass. I can already tell she has one of those
annoying teenage crushes on Ant, and I figure I’ll have to stop that reaction
to him straight away.
“Yeah, the countryside really is awesome. The sky is so
clear out here.” I divert her thoughts.
“Aha.” She replies, not even paying attention to me.
“Georg, don't even go there.” I warn her, moving Joe to lie
in my arms, rather than on my chest. He is becoming a little restless, and I
think he may be ready for his cot.
“Aha.” She says
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