“Because, Charlie… he has recovered from cancer before. He won’t die, okay… he will be just fine.” His words don’t convince me, and I doubt they convince him.
We sit in silence, holding onto Amelia as if our lives depend on it. Mixed emotions run through my mind, and despite barely sleeping the past week after the birth, my mind refuses to shut down.
I pray Lex is right, that he can prove me wrong, but something greater tells me we need a miracle. I feel its forces and know that only one person can confirm my fears.
Late at night, I reach for my phone as Lex falls asleep with Amelia in his arms. Finding her number in my contacts, I hit call and make my way to the kitchen. It rings, and just before I’m about to hang up, she answers, “Charlie?”
“Mom, I need your help.”
“Corazon, what’s wrong?”
“I need you to do a reading, Mom. I need some answers…”
LEX
There is this feeling that words can’t describe the moment your child cries for the very first time.
The sound rings in the dawn of a new life, new beginnings, and the world is once again blessed with another angel. The adoration I feel for this little girl has consumed me all in one touch. I’m not good with babies, or children for that matter, but somehow, when you are handed your baby for the first time, life just falls into place.
Amelia is perfect in every way as I hold her, carefully counting all her fingers and toes. Of course, she’s tiny and wrinkly, so it’s impossible to figure out who she looks like. Everything about her is so small and delicate that I struggle with this fear of breaking her. She quiets down enough for me to bring her angelic face toward my lips. I know that women talk about how amazing babies smell, but I never understood that until this moment. Amelia Grace is Daddy’s little girl, and she has only been in this world for less than a minute.
I can’t be any prouder to call Charlotte my wife than at this moment. She has gathered her strength and faced the unknown. I’m so proud of her and forever grateful she carried our beautiful child, and now she’s living, breathing, and ours to cherish for a lifetime.
It all seems like a whirlwind. The constant stream of visitors, the sleepless nights, but through it all, we are finding our feet. Life has completely changed. I’m no longer putting in ridiculous hours in the office, and Kate has taken over most of my work and is learning the ropes. We have a few days left in New York before we head to LA. Our apartment is pretty much packed, and Kate is going to sublet it from us. Charlotte is spending a few hours in the office, having meetings with Nikki and Tate planning out the new office in LA, which is due to open in the next few months once Charlotte is settled.
On the days when Charlotte has things to do, I relish in the opportunity to stay home and spend time with Amelia. Okay, so I have turned into one of those soft dads, but I swear I can look at her perfect face all day. Most of the time, she simply lies in the crook of my arm, and I manage to conquer the art of typing emails with one hand. My favorite thing to do is feed her. It’s our special bonding time. She takes to the bottle well, but secretly I think she prefers the breast.
Who fucking doesn’t?
Charlotte’s tits—my fucking God, they are massive. I know I’m busy with work and moving, but fuck me sideways, I’m a walking boner around her. Six weeks was supposed to be the minimum healing time. Even from my medical days, I know that. It was somewhere in the second week Charlotte became a ravenous horn dog and caught me by surprise one night.
A warm sensation wrapped around my cock. Mmm, what is that? Fuck, it feels good. Sex dreams are the next best thing when you can’t have real sex. As the sensations intensified, I reached under the blanket and felt her soft hair… but it was real?
I opened my eyes, and even in the darkness, I saw her movements. Fuck. Wow.
“Charlotte,” I murmured, sliding my hands in her hair as I moved her head, pushing it deeper.
She stopped for a moment, gliding her hand from my shaft and moving slowly. “I can’t wait, Lex, I’m going insane not touching you.”
“Do you even know how much of a turn-on it is to wake up with you sucking my cock?”
No more words were said. It took only a few more strokes along with her mouth taking me all in, and I was done, seeing fucking stars because that was how good my wife gave head.
It’s all about blowjobs in this household, but hey, who am I to complain? We’re both desperate to fuck, and because we can’t, it made it all the worse. Every night we tried other things. I rubbed her clit and made her come. Some titty-fucking, but that was one big fucking mess with all the milk squirting everywhere. Then, it was all back door.
Okay, yeah, I know, we do it often, but this week it had been three times.
Like I said, it’s a full moon or something because we’re both animals.
&nbs
p; We officially caved on the fifth week. What’s one week, right?
I was rearing to go. Well, until Charlotte said we had to use condoms because she hadn’t figured out what to do yet in preventing her from getting knocked up.
Fucking raincoats on my dick felt all kinds of wrong.
We used it once, and then I told her I was not wearing that shit again, and I’d rather pull out. Of course, Miss Cautious said that was a joke. I couldn’t pull out if my life depended on it.