Rolling over on my side facing the monitor, I wait until I hear him start to talk before I close my eyes, falling not only back to sleep, but falling further for the man who is beginning to obliterate, stimulate, and heal me.
“What have you done to him?” Thank god, I’m refraining from beating Aidan’s ass. Roan’s too. My son is spread out on his blanket butt-ass naked. The two of them sit side by side, their attention absorbed by the computer screen on the table in front of them.
If I had known this was the scenery in my living room, I wouldn’t have taken my time showering and getting ready for the day. Aidan told me last night he took a few days off work, so the three of us could just be and learn each other’s routines. My child rolling around on the floor naked is definitely not part of his daily routine.
“Settle down, sweet-tart. He’s fine,” Aidan drones on.
“He’s naked,” I say loudly, bypassing the two of them and grabbing the diaper that just so happens to be right next to him on the blanket.
“He shit all over the place.” Finally, Aidan lifts his head from whatever is more important than his child. My eyes bore into his like a wild beast’s. I should have known better than to let him get up with him.
“Do I dare ask how you cleaned him up?” Both of them frown. Aidan’s next words have my anger squandered to the point I laugh so hard that tears fall freely. I may pee my pants too.
“You did what?” I somehow manage to get a few words out.
“You heard me.” His tone is more serious now.
“No, I don’t think I did. I mean, I thought you said, ‘I stripped him down, left the shitty clothes on the bathroom floor, and held him in the shower.’” Apparently, my laugh is contagious. Roan throws his head back and chimes in right along with me. This in return pisses Aidan off. I can feel it as his death glare almost knocks me over. I can’t help it, I laugh some more.
“What the hell was I supposed to do? The boy had shit everywhere. I’m talking up his back, down the crack of his ass. Even all over his PENIS. How can someone that little shit so much?” I pay him no attention as I hunt through all the rolls of baby fat checking for shit. Literally.
“You did a very nice job.” I turn to praise him. Oh, dear. Wrong thing to say.
He rolls his eyes. “That’s the last time I’m nice to you,” he says sarcastically.
“We’ll see,” I challenge him with a much-defined, lifted brow.
“No dick for you tonight?” Hmm.
“If I don’t get the dick, then you don’t get the pussy.” My brow goes even higher. Take that, Mister Smartass.
“You’ll beg for it,” he counters.
“So will you,” I grapple.
“How in the hell did the two of you make such a cute little kid? Jesus H. Christ. Would you like me to take him home, where two normal people live?” Roan tosses in.
“This is foreplay. I love her fucking smart mouth. It’s sweet and sour.” Oh, boy! I’m getting wet. If I trusted Roan with my son, I would take him up on his offer, but hell, I can’t even trust him with his own father, so screw that shit.
And normal my ass!
“Are his dirty clothes still on the floor?” I desperately need to change the subject. Do I dare leave Diesel on the floor to play while I go into the kitchen to take my medication? I do, but I keep that little tidbit of information to myself, hoping Aidan realizes I’m only giving him shit. Ha! Shit. Keeping that one to myself as well, I make my way into the kitchen, this time purposely walking by Aidan. I may inhale deeply when I saunter by him, too. Could you please rub your smell all over my body? It’s addictive.
“Nope. I threw them away. I promised you I would clean up after myself.” His response is exactly what I thought he would say. “One day. He’s only been here one damn day,” I mumble.
My phone vibrates on the counter, notifying me I have a couple of missed calls. I see both of them are from my mom when I swipe the screen. She’s probably worried sick. She’s been through more with me than any parent should have to go through in the past year.
Pulling a glass out of the cupboard, I fill it with water and take my Xanax along with my birth control pills, which I have so eloquently left on the counter. I’m positive Aidan has seen them. I completely forgot to tell him I’ve been taking them for a little over a month now. Not because I wanted to go out and have sex. I need them to get my periods regulated. Being pregnant, plus the stress I’ve been under for the past year, has my hormones all out of whack.
I’m startled when large hands wrap around me from behind. I twist my head to look over my shoulder at the man who has crawled back into my life, his fingers moving delicately across my lower abdomen. My breathing becomes erratic when he pushes my hair off to the side and kisses his way up the side of my neck to my ear.