She hummed, her hand gliding along my bare chest until it collided with Dante’s leg. Emilee cracked an eye open. A grin stretched across her face.
Dante hadn’t noticed her. His dark-blue eyes were glued to me.
“What is this?” She cooed in a sweet, high-pitched voice. Dante searched for her. “My most favorite men are together, greeting me this morning. Well, good morning, my handsome men.”
When he saw her, his whole face brightened. He flashed a slobbery grin, his feet kicking wildly on my chest. It was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.
“Look at you sitting with Daddy like a big boy. Are you a big boy? So happy and alert. Yes, you are my precious boy.”
The more she talked to him, the more excited he got. Dante worked his mouth and then… and then he made a sound.
Emilee put her head on my shoulder while I sat back and enjoyed the show.
“Are you going to talk, big boy? Let’s hear it. Give Daddy the lowdown on the last three months. He wants to know everything his Little D has been doing. Come on, tell Daddy.”
Shit, my heart was so full it might burst.
“Em, how do you do that? Make him so excited.”
Dante turned his attention to me and smiled.
“Like that,” she said in a singsong. “Just talk to him. He’ll respond.”
“Well, I won’t talk all cutesy like you.” Then I remembered the way Storm talked to Birdie. It was his deep voice, just softer.
“I’m going to grab a diaper and wipes. Our boy needs a changing.”
She was out of bed before I could stop her. My gaze followed her naked body, tracking her every move. Her body had changed after her pregnancy in ways that made me desire her more than before. She had more curves and was a little soft in the middle. And those larger tits? I wanted to ravage them… ravage her.
Little D watched me with curious eyes.Just talk to him.
“Your momma’s right, Little D. I want to know everything you’ve been doing since the day you were born. Hell… I mean, heck.Heck, I want to know about even before you were born.”
Emilee giggled. “He doesn’t know hell is a bad word.”
“Doesn’t matter. We shouldn’t cus in front of him. I don’t want to corrode his innocence. We should protect every piece of him because one day, he’ll be on his own in the evil world.” The very thought of my son growing up made my chest ache. Couldn’t he stay little forever?
Emilee stared at me in awe. “You’re an amazing father.”
Dante worked hard at making sounds, clearly wanting to join in the conversation.
He was miraculous.
“I love you, Little D. Don’t ever forget it.”
His smile grew bigger, if it were even possible.
“Is he always this happy?” I eyed Emilee when she returned.
She reached for him. “Yup. He only fusses when he has a poopy diaper, is hungry, or sleepy.”
I paid attention to everything she did while changing him—in the nude. My cock strained for her under the blankets. It was wrong to have an erection with my son in the room. If I could help it, I would. Emilee wasthatalluring.
Being naked in front of Dante didn’t seem to faze her. She went about changing him with a serene expression—so beautiful.
“So, how does he measure up?” I pointed at Dante’s baby-size penis.
Emilee raised her eyebrow. “I have no idea. I’ve not Googled ‘how does my son’s penis measure up.’” She snorted, putting the soiled diaper aside. She lifted Dante into her arms, crawled back in bed, and put him to her breast.