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minute, he’s been in that for a while. I don’t want him to get cranky.” Seth put his football helmet on the table and unsnapped Jake from the seat.
Jake wasn’t fully awake, letting out a big yawn as Seth propped his head on his shoulder. Seth knew with a few animated words and a kiss Jake would slowly come out of his sleepy state. But if the room stayed quiet and Seth rubbed his back, Jake would sleep a little longer. He nestled closer to Seth’s body and went back to sleep.
“You are a natural.” Celine beamed at him.
“He’s easy to please,” Seth drawled.
Eddie continued snapping pictures. “This is too precious. If you don’t mind, I’d like to snap a few of you and Seth Jr. to take home to your wife.”
“Sure.”
Seth tuned out the camera clicking and Celine’s chatter and listened to the sound of his son’s even breathing. There he was posing for yet another magazine cover while looking after his son. So much had changed in his life in such a short amount of time. Holding a trophy used to be the most important thing to him. Now, he was holding his son, his true legacy in his arms, and it made him feel better than football ever did. His love for the game was being overtaken by something more powerful than he’d ever imagined: fatherhood.
* * *
Seth whistled as Morgan walked into the kitchen wearing the dress they’d picked up at the boutique on their way back from Pittsburgh. The black cocktail dress had a plunging neckline and clung to those hips of hers he loved so much. She wore her hair down, the soft curls lying on her shoulders. Morgan was slimming down from exercise, but she hardly mentioned losing the weight anymore. Who knew hot dressing room sex would make her realize how sexy she was post-baby?
“You like?” Morgan twirled around.
“I have good taste.” Seth pulled her into his arms for a kiss. “How’s the champ?”
“Out like a light. He should sleep through the night. How’s my rack of lamb coming along?”
“I just checked it. It smells divine.”
“Kara’s recipe was easy to follow. Did you see the way she was looking at me when she left? That look did not inspire confidence.” She laughed.
“Kara is very protective of the kitchen.” Seth chuckled. “I wonder if we can blend—”
Morgan gave him a disapproving look. “You are not pureeing lamb for Jake.”
“Hey, he was eyeballing that pork chop I had the other night.” Seth raised an eyebrow.
“I saw you. You were taunting him with that bone.”
“Blake men don’t eat no mashed up bananas. We go from breast milk to ribs,” Seth bellowed as he retrieved a serving platter from the top shelf of a cabinet.
“If it were up to you and your crazy brothers he’d take a slab of ribs, a flask of whiskey, and a good cigar for his first day of pre-school.”
“Man’s got to start somewhere.” He shrugged.
“I am keeping you grubby cowboys away from my sweet-cheeked, red haired baby.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
“I noticed his hair color changing the other day.” Seth smiled at her.
“The baby book said his changing hair color was normal. Much like yours, when you were young. Damn strong Blake genes, I bet he’s going to look like a carbon copy of you. He’s going to be taller than me by the time he’s seven.”
“I see you too when I look at him.” He kissed her on top of her head.
“Do you think we have enough wine?”
Seth laughed. There were three cases of wine on the kitchen table. “More than enough.”
“You do remember who we invited?”
“Let’s see, Patton and Nina. Elton and his fiancée. Mike and his wife Krista. And Lamont and his new mystery woman.”
Morgan folded her arms across her chest. “We should have uninvited that jailbird Lamont.”
“Don’t worry.” Seth kissed her. “Lamont won’t be a problem tonight.”
It was just his luck that after an attempt to bury the hatchet with Lamont and get to know him better, Lamont got
Jake wasn’t fully awake, letting out a big yawn as Seth propped his head on his shoulder. Seth knew with a few animated words and a kiss Jake would slowly come out of his sleepy state. But if the room stayed quiet and Seth rubbed his back, Jake would sleep a little longer. He nestled closer to Seth’s body and went back to sleep.
“You are a natural.” Celine beamed at him.
“He’s easy to please,” Seth drawled.
Eddie continued snapping pictures. “This is too precious. If you don’t mind, I’d like to snap a few of you and Seth Jr. to take home to your wife.”
“Sure.”
Seth tuned out the camera clicking and Celine’s chatter and listened to the sound of his son’s even breathing. There he was posing for yet another magazine cover while looking after his son. So much had changed in his life in such a short amount of time. Holding a trophy used to be the most important thing to him. Now, he was holding his son, his true legacy in his arms, and it made him feel better than football ever did. His love for the game was being overtaken by something more powerful than he’d ever imagined: fatherhood.
* * *
Seth whistled as Morgan walked into the kitchen wearing the dress they’d picked up at the boutique on their way back from Pittsburgh. The black cocktail dress had a plunging neckline and clung to those hips of hers he loved so much. She wore her hair down, the soft curls lying on her shoulders. Morgan was slimming down from exercise, but she hardly mentioned losing the weight anymore. Who knew hot dressing room sex would make her realize how sexy she was post-baby?
“You like?” Morgan twirled around.
“I have good taste.” Seth pulled her into his arms for a kiss. “How’s the champ?”
“Out like a light. He should sleep through the night. How’s my rack of lamb coming along?”
“I just checked it. It smells divine.”
“Kara’s recipe was easy to follow. Did you see the way she was looking at me when she left? That look did not inspire confidence.” She laughed.
“Kara is very protective of the kitchen.” Seth chuckled. “I wonder if we can blend—”
Morgan gave him a disapproving look. “You are not pureeing lamb for Jake.”
“Hey, he was eyeballing that pork chop I had the other night.” Seth raised an eyebrow.
“I saw you. You were taunting him with that bone.”
“Blake men don’t eat no mashed up bananas. We go from breast milk to ribs,” Seth bellowed as he retrieved a serving platter from the top shelf of a cabinet.
“If it were up to you and your crazy brothers he’d take a slab of ribs, a flask of whiskey, and a good cigar for his first day of pre-school.”
“Man’s got to start somewhere.” He shrugged.
“I am keeping you grubby cowboys away from my sweet-cheeked, red haired baby.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
“I noticed his hair color changing the other day.” Seth smiled at her.
“The baby book said his changing hair color was normal. Much like yours, when you were young. Damn strong Blake genes, I bet he’s going to look like a carbon copy of you. He’s going to be taller than me by the time he’s seven.”
“I see you too when I look at him.” He kissed her on top of her head.
“Do you think we have enough wine?”
Seth laughed. There were three cases of wine on the kitchen table. “More than enough.”
“You do remember who we invited?”
“Let’s see, Patton and Nina. Elton and his fiancée. Mike and his wife Krista. And Lamont and his new mystery woman.”
Morgan folded her arms across her chest. “We should have uninvited that jailbird Lamont.”
“Don’t worry.” Seth kissed her. “Lamont won’t be a problem tonight.”
It was just his luck that after an attempt to bury the hatchet with Lamont and get to know him better, Lamont got
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