“How’s our little girl?” I ask, my voice hoarse with emotion.
“Hungry,” Bree whispers, the largest smile on her face.
I thought I loved her a year ago. As I watched her grow round with my child, felt how deep she loves me, how deeply she loves our daughter…And now, since little Roxy’s birth, I’ve watched her become a mother, that love I felt has grown into so much more than love, it’s something much larger. There are no words for what I feel for her. I cross the room, joining the two of them. My finger brushes across the baby’s cheek as she suckles at Bree’s breast.
“I don’t blame her. If that’s where I got my food, I’d always be hungry,” I tell her, and like always, she blushes deeply.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” She smiles up at me, pride written all over her face.
“Gorgeous, just like her momma,” I tell her and it’s the simple truth. When she smiles that cute baby-smile, she looks just like Bree. She even has this beautiful cap full of soft blonde almost white baby hair. Every time I look at her, she takes my breath away—just like her mom.
“Smooth talker,” she gushes, cooing at our daughter.
“Just honest.” I lean down and kiss her forehead.
“You better go back to sleep, honey. You have a busy day tomorrow,” she tells me while fixing her gown once the baby finishes eating.
“Let me rock her, baby. I want to spend time with our girl.” I never thought I’d be a father. Hell, never thought I’d be much of anything, until Bree. She changed that. She changed me.
“But, you have to get up early. You and Pops have to be at the house at five in the morning to go over the final details of the swimming pool. The guy will be there and—”
“Shh, baby. I’ll be fine. I just want to spend time with my beautiful daughter. You go get in bed, and I’ll join you in a bit.”
“Stubborn man. You hardly ever let me take care of you.” She leans up slightly meeting my lips.
“You can take care of me when I get back in bed.” I grin.
“She might hear us!”
“You can bite into the pillow.” I wink as she hands me the baby, and I take her place in the rocking chair.
“You’re horrible,” she whispers, leaning down to kiss Roxy’s head and then kisses me too. Her fingers brush through my hair. “Do you need anything?”
“No, baby. I got everything a man could want,” I tell her and smile when she gets that dreamy look on her face.
It’s the complete truth. There’s not another thing in the world I could want more than what I have right here in this room.
The End.