“Of course. My baby girl just keeps on growing.”
I laugh. “You’re just as bad as Dad. But honestly, Mom, thank you for everything.”
“Anytime, honey. Think about coming to visit or stay a bit with us, okay?”
I nod with a smile. “I will, Mom.”
“Happy birthday!”
Eric and Nikki are at my door, not even waiting for a ‘come in’ and just barging into my apartment with their hands full of gifts.
Nikki is wearing a beautiful olive Dior dress. I recognize it from the summer collection. She’s never one to dress casually, always looking like a runway model and half her actual age. People often think she is Will’s sister. That’s how youthful she looks.
As for Eric, he’s dressed in his well-pressed Burberry suit, and his hair strategically styled to the side with not a single strand out of place.
“Thank you, guys. You didn’t have to.”
“Are you kidding me? This is just a small portion of the gifts which have arrived today. Your office is covered in presents, and sweetie, your designer bag heart is going to literally come when you see what you’ve been given.”
“Um, sure.” I laugh, glad to have Eric here to lighten my mood. “I spy a pink bag in your hands?”
Nikki and Eric look at each other with a mischievous grin, then sing in unison Happy Birthday. They pass the bag over, insisting I see what’s inside.
Removing the white tissue paper first, I then reach in and pull out a black lace one-piece which is entirely transparent. The bikini line is high, and when I tilt my head, I notice the split in the crotch, which I can only assume was designed on purpose.
“Okay, wow. Nice, for someone getting laid,” I tell them, forcing a smile.
“There’s more,” Eric coerces. “C’mon, you’ll love it.”
I then pull out a clitoral vibrator-looking thing, nipple clamps, anal plug, and strawberry flavored lube.
“You guys shouldn’t have.” I try my best to hide my sarcasm because let’s face it, I’m not fucking Austin nor anyone else right now, despite my hormones raging like a bull with a red flag being waved.
“Oh, it’s all our pleasure,” Nikki sneers with a lick of her lips. “And yours soon, now that Mommy has left the building and gone back to LA.”
I shake my head, placing the gifts back into the bag. “It’s not like that. We’re co-parenting.”
“Maybe it’s time to co-parent his ding-a-ling?” Eric remarks, followed by his lips pressing together while deliberately cocking his head.
“I take it back. That tops the list of disturbing things you’ve said. Emmy is our priority, end of the story.”
I don’t want to admit to either one of them that I’ve been thinking a lot about Austin and his so-called ding-a-ling. Damn Eric! Rephrase, beautiful cock, from what I remember. It’s gotten to the point of being so highly aroused, I’m unable to take a decent shower without extending the shower head between my legs for some relief.
But it’s only been four weeks since I gave birth, and I’m terrified of sex hurting or even an orgasm hurting me.
“Where’s my little girl?” Nikki moves toward the bassinet, which I wheeled into the living room. Slowly, she removes her from it and cradles Emmy in her arms. “I miss the baby smell. Ashton feels so big now, and when I hug him, he wriggles out because Rocky is his favorite.”
“Funny that,” I mention with a slight chuckle. “Ashton won’t let go of Dad either. Must be a boy thing.”
“Honey, if Lex could hold me, I’d be running to him too,” Eric tells us.
I scrunch my nose. “Too far, Eric. Too far.”
“How is Austin coping with being a new dad?” Nikki asks, followed by a coo as Emmy slowly opens her eyes.
“Okay, I guess. He’s been working nights. So after he showers and changes, he comes over for two hours, and then ends up crashing, to then get up and go to work.”
Eric and Nikki both look at each other, like a secret lies between them. But, I swear, the two of them together do my head in at times.