I figured Gus would have followed Ellie because he never left her side, but he didn’t. He sat next me, watching my every move.
I lifted up Alex and walked into the kitchen with her in a full-blown screaming cry.
“Shit, I think she’s pissed ‘cause I changed her first!” I smiled at Ellie.
She was testing the milk on her arm with a frown I knew she was upset that Alex hadn’t taken to breastfeeding. Ellie had been looking forward to that. She had talked about it the whole time she was pregnant. When we had ended up having to bottle-feed, I thought Ellie was going to break down and cry. She was a trooper though, and she’d made a joke out of it, saying I had no excuses now to not get up in the middle of the night.
Alex was still crying, so I pulled out the little binky blue thing the hospital had given us. I put it in her mouth, and she sucked on it five times before she spit that bitch out. I swore that it flew halfway across the kitchen. I looked up at Ellie as she started laughing.
“Beautiful and smart!” Ellie said as she handed me the bottle.
When I put it up to little bear’s mouth, she went to town.
“Holy hell, this girl likes her milk!” I said as I followed Ellie into the living room.
I sat down on the sofa, and Ellie curled up next to me. Gus practically sat on my feet with his head on my legs, just watching my every move.
The next thing I knew, he slid down my legs and began snoring. My beautiful bride was sleeping next to me, and the most amazing little girl in the world was looking into my eyes while she ate.
“Life doesn’t get any better than this, baby girl. ”
Then, I thought about Josh and Heather. We’d gotten a text from Amanda earlier, saying that Josh didn’t remember Heather…and something about him thinking he was still in college.
When Alex stopped drinking, I looked down at her, and she was just staring back at me. I smiled at her and said a prayer for Josh, hoping that someday, he would be looking down at his little girl while Heather slept peacefully next to him.
“I love you, baby girl. I love you so much. ”
Chapter Eight
As I opened my eyes, I saw the light shining through the window. I rolled over and looked toward Alex’s bassinet. Gus was gone, so I was guessing that Gunner had gotten up to feed Alex. I had to smile as I thought about how Gus was now following Alex all over the place. Damn, I love that dog. It was driving Gunner nuts, which made it all the more fun.
I sat up and stretched as I remembered the two times Gunner had satisfied me last night. God, I’m so horny but also so damn sore. Six weeks…shit.
After I brushed my teeth, I made my way toward the kitchen. I stopped when I heard Gunner singing. I slowly walked up to the kitchen entryway and peeked around the corner. I smiled when I saw Gus following behind Gunner as he walked around the kitchen. Gunner was singing “(Everything I Do) I Do It for You” by Bryan Adams as he held Alex in his arms. My heart started beating so fast. He’d sung that song to me when we danced on the beach during our honeymoon.
Oh. My. God. This man is beyond perfect. How can one person give so much love? I felt a tear slide down my face. Gunner loved her unconditionally. Alex would always feel loved and wanted.
“I’d die for you and your mama, baby girl. I’ll protect you from all those disgusting, evil little boys who will break your heart. Their parents might be upset when I break their faces, but that’ll be their problem. ”
I tried so hard not to giggle as I imagined how he would scare away every boy who would come to our house. Gus must have heard me because he looked right at me and wagged his tail.
When I stepped into the kitchen, Gunner’s back was facing me. When he started to sing “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star,” I had to stop and grab on to the kitchen island. My heart was pounding as the ache between my legs grew. His voice was amazing.
Alex let out a l
ittle sound, and Gunner laughed.
“You like that song, baby girl?”
“She likes you singing to her, just like I do,” I said as I finally got my legs to move.
Gunner turned around and smiled that drop-dead gorgeous smile of his.
How is this man mine? I am one lucky-ass girl.
“Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep good?” he asked as he winked at me.
I walked over to him and reached up to give him a kiss. “I did, thanks to you and your magical fingers. ”