Alec just sat there smiling that ‘I’m so in love with your smile.’
“At least they know we’ve had sex.” He laughed, almost delirious.
“Um, Elijah is a pretty good proof of the fact that we’ve had sex.” I couldn’t be mad at him, so I started laughing, but oh, it hurt.
Every part of my body hurt so much, but as I looked over to Elijah sleeping sweetly in his little incubator crib, I knew it was all worth it.
“You okay?” Suddenly Alec was that super stressed out worried guy I woke up to a week ago, the one that thought I might die at any minute.
I don’t remember much of what happened. I knew I wasn’t feeling well, but we had such big important events to attend, I couldn’t give in to the queasy feelings that had overwhelmed me that day. I couldn’t catch my breath, and the world kept spinning off-kilter. I only remember stabbing pain, then nothing.
“I’m good, just sore. There has to be a better way to get a baby out of you than Ginsuing you through the middle. I mean he’s like an itsy-bitsy guy.” I looked over to little Elijah with love. He was so super tiny, but the doctors said he was strong. We were both fighters.
“I get it. Try sleeping on a chair for a week. I definitely have sympathy pains.” He rolled the kinks out of his back.
“You’re a billionaire, dude. You need to demand some shit.” I threw my fist up in the air … ouch, that hurts. “Like a bed and a private suite.”
“Well, I did demand they save my family.” His voice was soft and loving.
“Or that.” I smiled, God I loved him.
At that point, the nurse came in to give Elijah his skin time.
“How are you feeling this morning, Kylie?” she asked in a bright, chipper tone.
“Better, but still like Freddie Kruger was in charge of the surgery.” I flashed an impish smile.
“C-sections take a long time to heal; it’s only been a week. What about the shortness of breath? Irregular heartbeats? Have you gotten your two hundred steps in today?” She was so sweet.
“C-sections suck. I’m feeling good breathing but still can’t blow that ball past 700 on the breathalyzer. No irregular heartbeats and I walked seven hundred steps today! Ha.”
“Kylie,” Alec scolded.
“No more than three hundred steps, Kylie, we’ve gone over this. Take your time. The last thing you want is to stress your heart again.” Boom! There was the death sentence again.
So, I had a bum ticker. Actually, it wasn’t life-threatening, but I’d have to watch it for the rest of my life. I could have more children, but my pregnancies would be considered high risk. At that moment, I didn’t care; all I wanted were my men. In another week, I was going to be able to go home and hopefully we could bring Elijah home soon after.
Too many people knew where the penthouse was, so Alec was planning on turning it into an office for both of us, and the downtown apartment was where we’d stay when we had to be in the city, but our time would be spent primarily at the lake house. That made me the slightest bit nervous because I hadn’t even seen the whole place, but we’d cross that bridge when we came to it. What I was most excited about was continuing to live with Alec and raising our son together.
I looked over to him, and he had that look he’d get when he was about to pull out either his cock or his camera.
“What?” I said knowing he couldn’t be staring because of my beauty. I hadn’t showered for over a week, and I was wearing a backless cotton hospital gown. I probably had never looked so hideous.
“Nothing. I just love you.”
“So, which one of you gets him?” the nurse asked with little Elijah in her arms.
I glanced at Alec and loved the excited look on his face hoping he’d get to hold his son.
“It’s Daddy’s turn,” I said settling into the covers. “Shirt off, Daddy.” I leered at him with smoldering eyes as Alec unbuttoned his shirt.
“You like this too much,” he teased as the nurse placed Elijah on Alec’s bare chest to give the baby some skin-to-skin contact, which helped him grow.
“Oh yes, I do.” I blew a kiss and watched my two men as Alec fed Elijah his bottle and stroked his soft skin. “I could watch you two all day.”
Our eyes met and there was a comfort there, a knowingness that told me, I finally had a family and a home.
Epilogue
Alec
They finally let us take Elijah home two weeks later. We spent most of our days relaxing on the lake as Kylie continued to recover. We decorated Elijah’s room, which was just next to ours, but we both knew he wouldn’t be in it much. There were plenty of places in the house for Kylie and me to get away and enjoy some private time, but our baby came first. We planned on co-sleeping with him so that both of us could get up with him in the middle of the night.