Not one to keep my thoughts to myself, the desire to tell her was pressing on me, to open myself up to her completely. But, something told me it wasn’t the right time. Despite the truth of the misunderstanding, I could see the spark of wariness in her beautiful chocolate eyes. I wanted to demand that she trust me, but I was going to have to earn it back.
Carter made some cute little noises and Aspen fumbled under the blanket for a second, until I heard a snap and was a little disappointed to know she was all covered up again. I’d wanted to rip the blanket away so I could see my little man cuddled up to his mommy, Aspen’s gorgeous breasts giving our son nourishment. It spurred a primitive instinct inside me, pride that I’d bred my woman. A need to claim her and Carter, so everyone knew they were mine.
The blanket slipped down and Aspen cooed at the baby as she lifted him to her shoulder.
“May I?” I asked tentatively. I sensed I needed to rein in the overbearing, demanding asshole I could be.
She looked at me with surprise and hesitated. I tamped down my irritation, reminding myself of our precarious situation. It would take time for her to get over the feeling she’d spent a year cultivating. After a moment, she gave me a tiny smile and handed me a cloth. I put it over my shoulder and reached out to take Carter, standing, then propping him over the blanket. I rubbed a few gentle circles on his back until he ceased squirming, then patted his back.
A feeling of peace and contentment washed over me as I held him. Glancing down at Aspen, I saw her leaning back in the chair, fiddling with the hem of her shirt as she watched us closely with warm eyes and a soft smile on her lips.
“He’s amazing,” I said quietly, starting to pace. She nodded, practically glowing as her gaze locked on to Carter. He let out a few little burps, so I lifted him from my shoulder and cradled him in my arms to study him. He grinned at me and started jabbering away, telling me a story only he could understand.
“You look good with a baby in your arms, Weston,” Aspen murmured. My eyes shot to her face and the warmth I’d seen before had become a simmering heat. My body responded like it hadn’t seen her in a year and was desperate to have her. You’re holding your son, man. Get it together.
I was a little torn, one side of me wanting to keep Carter in my arms, studying his every feature, and getting to know him. The other, wondering when it was nap time so I could take my turn with Aspen’s incredible tits and bury myself so deep inside her she’d remember, without a doubt, that we were made for each other.
She pushed herself out of the rocking chair and stood up. Her arms twitched, as though she wanted to reach for the baby, and my eyes pleaded with her. I needed to hold him awhile longer, to assure myself he was real, that all of this was real. She came up to us and grabbed his tiny, chubby hand, placing a kiss on his cheek. Before I could reel it in, my mind wandered to all the places on my body I wanted to feel those lips and I shifted, becoming even more uncomfortable.
“Come to the kitchen,” she said as she walked towards the door. “I’ll make us some lunch and we’ll talk.”
I waited until she was out the door before staring down at Carter once again. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for you, buddy. But, I promise I’m not going to leave you again. I’m going to be the best dad you’ve ever had,” I said cheekily. “We are going to be a family”—I lowered my voice to a mock whisper—“and you will both have the last name Davis.” He gurgled a reply, obviously agreeing with my plan. “I’m glad you’re on board. Now we just need to convince your mommy.”
“Are you coming?” My head whipped up at the sound of Aspen’s voice. She looked at me expectantly, and I silently sighed in relief when I didn’t see any hint that she’d heard my conversation with Carter.
“Yeah,” I answered, ambling towards her and following as she led the way down the hall, to the kitchen. My eyes stayed glued to her ass and the seductive sway of her hips. She was even curvier now and it was sexy as fuck. I was practically salivating at the thought of getting all that sweetness beneath me. Carter squawked, demanding my attention, and I grinned at him. “Someday you will understand, little man,” I confided quietly.
“Did you say something?” Aspen asked over her shoulder.
“Uh oh,” I whispered, only loud enough for him to hear. “Busted.” I cleared my throat self-consciously and spoke a little louder this time. “Um, no. Just talking nonsense to Carter.”
She peeked at us, flipping her hair back so she could see behind her and smiled approvingly, before entering the kitchen. The room was bright and cheery with buttery yellow walls, a black and white checkered floor, and gingham curtains hanging on the window over the sink. The appliances and cabinets gave away the age of the place, but it was obvious she’d taken great care to make it clean and cozy.