“Katie Thompson?”
I nodded, frowning at her reaction. “Why, do you have something against her?”
“No, but she’s unbelievably beautiful and perfect, Drake. How could you not be tempted?” She sniffed, mystified.
“Easy. Katie doesn’t like men…” I said with a grin before cupping her lovely face. “Please tell me you’ve forgiven me? I know I reacted that way because my anger got the best of me, but my love for you has remained strong. I couldn’t find a way to bring you back, so I had to resort to my old tactics, treating you the way you were treating me, risking everything just so you’d realize you needed me in your life, that you still love me amidst it all…” There, I had finally told her everything.
She stilled before screeching loudly. “What? You mean to say, this entire time, you were waiting for me to come around? Are you serious?” She stared at me in shock and total disbelief.
“Yes. To all of the above, yes.”
She gasped. “My God! You led me to think you were over me. Did you know how many nights I was tortured by thoughts of you sleeping with other women?”
“Well, I think you deserved to be taught that you shouldn’t treat your husband like he isn’t important at all. What you did was painful, Lily. If there is something troubling you, I need you to tell me and not hide it from me. I just can’t stand back and watch you loathe the very sight of my existence. I was in agony.”
She flung herself to me with full abandon. “I’m sorry. So, so sorry for putting you—us—through that. I swear, I won’t ever do it again.”
“Good,” I whispered, kissing her softly on the lips. “I’ll always love you, whether you’re being a cold, heartless woman or being sweet as sin. I’ll love you with all your faults.”
“You’re mine, Drake. I’m never going to make the same mistake in thinking I don’t love you.” Kissing my neck before showering me with wet kisses all over my face, she then gave me the kiss of a lifetime, one that involved my cock.
She definitely knew how to save the best for last.
Drake
Jackson Hugh Tatum was born, weighing eight pounds six ounces, four minutes before the clock struck midnight on the day before my birthday. The little fella looked exactly like me, too.
It was fascinating to experience the unconditional love I felt the moment my eyes captured my son. Lily, unfortunately, had to go through a C-section due to some complications, leaving us no choice other than to go with what the doctor advised us to do.
I hadn’t realized how brave Lily truly was until I held her hands in the operating room. She smiled at me to calm me down because I was truly starting to worry that I might lose her. I knew I would choose her over anyone if given a choice. Although, at that very moment, the choice was in God’s hands, and all I could do was hope and pray that my wife would come out of it alive and healthy. When she did, I seriously didn’t leave her side until we were cleared to come home together.
Baby Jackson’s nursery was mainly done by yours truly. Lily helped out choosing colors and the much needed feminine touch, but everything else—from the furniture and what type of furniture to get to the safari theme and design—was all done by me. I hadn’t realized how fun it was to do something for my son. Even though I hadn’t met him then, I knew I was going to have a hard time resisting the desire to spoil him rotten.
Jackson wasn’t much of a fussy baby. He slept a lot, cried a ton, ate voraciously, and last but not the least, crapped consistently. And since I was the man of the house, not once did my wife offer to change nappies when Jackson left a present in his diaper. Of course, learning the trick of cleaning my son’s bottom took some time, but after doing it the third time, I sort of got the hang of it.
Mrs. Connors, the nurse we hired to help us during such a special yet difficult time of not knowing what to do as newly minted parents, had been patiently teaching us how to burp him properly and how to put him down in his crib. With SIDS being one of the main reasons for infant deaths, Lily and I were very cautious about putting him in his crib, to a point that we sometimes slept with him in the rocking chair, like right then.
I decided to take a peek in on Lily and baby Jackson napping. It was simple moments like those I treasured the most—the beauty of mother and son bonding. Smiling at the two, I decided to work in the office before coming out to check on Lily again.
Our routine had mostly consisted of me wanting to take her to bed, no sex of course since her body was far from ready for that; however, we simply took some time alone in our bedroom, recalling Jackson’s cute moments of the day. Most of the time, she and I would kiss like teenagers, ending it at second base. Other times, I would hold her till she was sleep. With her body recuperating from the incision, she was taking some strong medications that tended to make her sleepy most of the time. Very much like tonight.