“Fifteen minutes, at most,” Adriana responds after a quick glance at the clock.
“Then get the hell out of here and let me enjoy my woman for five minutes,” I bark, climbing on top of Charlotte as she giggles under the sheets.
“Okay, that’s my cue to leave… see ya outside.” Adriana waves.
“Five minutes? Really, Lex, is that all it takes?” Elijah teases.
“Okay, you two peeping Toms, let’s get out of here.” Kate grabs Eric and Elijah's arms, shutting the door behind her.
I kiss Charlotte’s lips, then pull away. “Did you hear that? Fifteen minutes. What can I do in fifteen minutes?”
“Hmm,” Charlotte murmurs with her eyes dancing. “Maybe you can lie on your back, and I can get on my knees and suck this beautiful cock of yours until you cum and decorate my chest with a beautiful pearl necklace.”
She only had to say the wordsuckto make me rock hard.
I shuffle so I’m on my back with my arm resting behind my head, eager to watch her suck me off. Charlotte gets on her knees, then lowers her mouth to tease me. My whole body waits in anticipation until her mouth wraps around the tip, and she takes me all in.
A deep rumbling growl escapes me while watching the woman I love giving me the best fucking head of my life.
So good, I give her the prettiest pearl necklace in return.
TEN
The time we brought Amelia home
My mother once told me the birth of your first child will always hold a special place in your heart. It’s a life-changing moment where time stands still the second your firstborn child is laid in your arms.
There is an overwhelming sense of love, and everything you thought you once knew about life makes no sense at all before this very moment.
It was four days ago when Charlotte brought Amelia into this world. Nothing has ever felt this perfect. This tiny human being had a hold over me, and my desire to protect her kicked into stealth mode the second her little lungs let out a cry because she was finally here.
The call from Charlotte to say her water broke, to the rush to the hospital to give birth, all of it was a giant blur. The sheer panic from the possibility of something going wrong never dissipated. My knowledge and experience in medicine made it even more stressful. I’d seen worst-case scenarios, which perhaps was why I hovered around the medical staff to ensure they were following protocol.
We finally made it here, the end of our hospital journey, and ready for our new life as a family of three.
The ride home from the hospital is incredibly slow on my part. I chose to drive, not wanting a driver to be in control of the wheel. Charlotte comments on my speed but decides to ignore the obnoxious horns, impatiently telling me to move faster. They can all fuck right off. My daughter needs to make it safely home. That’s all I care about.
The car is parked in the garage underneath the building. With the carrier unfastened and in my hands, I carry Amelia with one arm and insist Charlotte hold onto my other arm for support. Given the cesarean, she’s still sore but able to walk at a slow pace.
Amelia continues to sleep like an angel while we enter the apartment. At the same time, Charlotte lets out a long-winded yawn. It’s been a tough few days on her body, and I’m worried she’s not getting enough rest since Amelia enjoys staying awake during the night. A hard lesson we have learned in the short time she’s been with us.
“Why don’t you head to bed?” My hand reaches out to cup her chin gently, hoping she’ll listen and not be stubborn as usual. “You need rest.”
Charlotte lets out another yawn. “But what if she wakes up?”
“Then I’ll take care of her.”
“But what if she needs a feed?”
She has a point. Charlotte isn’t producing enough milk yet to be able to pump copious amounts in advance.
“Okay, so why don’t we try pumping again before you sleep?” I openly suggest. “Your milk should come in real soon.”
With a barely-there nod, Charlotte decides to take a shower first to rid herself of the hospital smell, as she calls it. I use the time wisely, preparing the pump and getting the bed comfortable for Charlotte. Her shower takes too long, so I check to make sure she hasn’t fallen asleep in there.
When she’s ready to finish, I help her out carefully so Charlotte doesn’t fall since she still has a bandage on her stomach. Also, her limbs and muscles are still weak.
“We need to change the bandage tomorrow,” I inform her.