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Authors: Glenna Maynard
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grab her stuff on my way out the door and up the stairs to my place. Colt keeps trying to yank my glasses from my face. He is successful just as I reach the top stair. Baby comes up right behind me, crushing them under her heel. I can’t be mad though, it’s an accident.
“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry,” she is covering her mouth partly in shock and partly trying not to laugh. Colt’s little lips are curled up in a menacing smile. Little hellcat like his mama.
“No big deal I have some contacts.” I prefer my glasses but looks like if I am going to be spending time with this guy, my contacts might not be such a bad idea.
We make our way inside and Baby takes Colt back from me, so I can go get my contacts in. I come back from the bathroom and they look picture fuckin’ perfect seated on my couch. Colt is laying on a blanket on the cushion next to Baby, gnawing on a teething ring.
Baby looks right at home kicked back drinking her coffee and munching on the donuts I got her. “What are you so smiley about?” She is looking at me like I have three heads.
“Just like what I see is all.” I go over to Colt and take him in my arms, “Come on let daddy get you fed.” It feels so damn good to address my son as my own.
“Maybe you can hold off with the dad stuff until we sit down and talk about all this.” Baby states cautiously, eyeing me nervously.
“Go take your shower. We can talk after.” She nods leaving me alone with my boy. Baby can’t keep me away from him anymore. I’ll take whatever pain and punishment Grim inflicts on me, this is my family and I’m taking it back.
Colt is sitting in my lap in the kitchen, he loves when I make the sound of an engine roaring every time I feed him a bite of his cereal. Feeling a set of eyes trained on me, I turn to see Baby, leaned against the kitchen counter, wearing them jeans with the ripped knees, and a V-neck plain grey shirt, hinting at her breasts underneath. Her red hair is pulled back away from her face; she looks at peace and good enough to eat.
“I think he likes you,” she smiles warmly at me and it feels wonderful to be finally getting back on friendly terms again. I know we fucked yesterday, but that’s entirely different.
“Think we could start having breakfast together, as a family?” I ask wanting any reason to spend time with them. All she can say is no.
Coming over to the table, Baby grabs the burp cloth from my shoulder and wipes at Colt’s face. “How about we can try it out a few days a week, and if things continue to go well we can, slowly increase your time with Colt. I know I have been a bitch. You hurt me, but it isn’t an excuse to keep you from your son. I don’t want you to feel obligated to be with me, because of Colt. So if you want to see him, we can work something out. ” Doesn’t she realize I want them both.
Colt makes a soured face and spits part of his breakfast back up onto my shirt. The smell…sweet mother of fucking hell that shit stinks. Fuck, what do they put in this baby shit, death? Baby is laughing at my predicament.
“Let me.” She takes Colt from my lap and I stand to remove my shirt before I puke right here. She is rocking Colt in her arms swaying side to side, and his little tired eyes eventually flutter a few times before he is out. I pull my phone out and snap a picture of them.
“You can put him in my bed, the sheets are clean.” I tell her knowing she was probably thinking it. After that whore left and I drowned my sorrows, I stripped my bed of her trying to wipe away the mistake of inviting her here to begin with. Stupid dick, making dumbass choices.
‘That’d be great.” She pulls the comforter back, laying him in the center of my bed, placing a pillow on either side of him to keep him from rolling off.
Walking to my closet, I pull out a clean shirt. I tense at the touch of Baby tracing her fingers over my tattoo that covers most of my back. Does she know I got it for her I
“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry,” she is covering her mouth partly in shock and partly trying not to laugh. Colt’s little lips are curled up in a menacing smile. Little hellcat like his mama.
“No big deal I have some contacts.” I prefer my glasses but looks like if I am going to be spending time with this guy, my contacts might not be such a bad idea.
We make our way inside and Baby takes Colt back from me, so I can go get my contacts in. I come back from the bathroom and they look picture fuckin’ perfect seated on my couch. Colt is laying on a blanket on the cushion next to Baby, gnawing on a teething ring.
Baby looks right at home kicked back drinking her coffee and munching on the donuts I got her. “What are you so smiley about?” She is looking at me like I have three heads.
“Just like what I see is all.” I go over to Colt and take him in my arms, “Come on let daddy get you fed.” It feels so damn good to address my son as my own.
“Maybe you can hold off with the dad stuff until we sit down and talk about all this.” Baby states cautiously, eyeing me nervously.
“Go take your shower. We can talk after.” She nods leaving me alone with my boy. Baby can’t keep me away from him anymore. I’ll take whatever pain and punishment Grim inflicts on me, this is my family and I’m taking it back.
Colt is sitting in my lap in the kitchen, he loves when I make the sound of an engine roaring every time I feed him a bite of his cereal. Feeling a set of eyes trained on me, I turn to see Baby, leaned against the kitchen counter, wearing them jeans with the ripped knees, and a V-neck plain grey shirt, hinting at her breasts underneath. Her red hair is pulled back away from her face; she looks at peace and good enough to eat.
“I think he likes you,” she smiles warmly at me and it feels wonderful to be finally getting back on friendly terms again. I know we fucked yesterday, but that’s entirely different.
“Think we could start having breakfast together, as a family?” I ask wanting any reason to spend time with them. All she can say is no.
Coming over to the table, Baby grabs the burp cloth from my shoulder and wipes at Colt’s face. “How about we can try it out a few days a week, and if things continue to go well we can, slowly increase your time with Colt. I know I have been a bitch. You hurt me, but it isn’t an excuse to keep you from your son. I don’t want you to feel obligated to be with me, because of Colt. So if you want to see him, we can work something out. ” Doesn’t she realize I want them both.
Colt makes a soured face and spits part of his breakfast back up onto my shirt. The smell…sweet mother of fucking hell that shit stinks. Fuck, what do they put in this baby shit, death? Baby is laughing at my predicament.
“Let me.” She takes Colt from my lap and I stand to remove my shirt before I puke right here. She is rocking Colt in her arms swaying side to side, and his little tired eyes eventually flutter a few times before he is out. I pull my phone out and snap a picture of them.
“You can put him in my bed, the sheets are clean.” I tell her knowing she was probably thinking it. After that whore left and I drowned my sorrows, I stripped my bed of her trying to wipe away the mistake of inviting her here to begin with. Stupid dick, making dumbass choices.
‘That’d be great.” She pulls the comforter back, laying him in the center of my bed, placing a pillow on either side of him to keep him from rolling off.
Walking to my closet, I pull out a clean shirt. I tense at the touch of Baby tracing her fingers over my tattoo that covers most of my back. Does she know I got it for her I
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