“What’s the time?” I murmured, flicking Cree’s fist back and forth as he gripped the tip of my forefinger.
Hints of sunshine were already lighting the room, so it was at least daybreak.
“Just before six,” she murmured while watching my hand. “I can never get over how tiny Cree’s fist is next to yours.”
“Some day, his will be just as big.” My eyes flicked from my son’s to Jess’s. “Some day this will be him, having his first Christmas with his beautiful wife and little boy.”
“Or girl.”
I smiled at the thought. “Or girl.”
Jess tickled Cree’s cheek with her sparkly red nail and gazed at our son with pure love.
Looking her over, I hummed around the kick in my chest. This girl had been worth the pain and the fight. Without either, I wouldn’t have her today.
“I love you, babe.”
Her deep-brown eyes met mine and smiled. “I love you too.”
Careful not to bump our son, I reached for Jess and pulled her until she lay along the length of my body. A hum low in my throat slid out before I could stop it. We hadn’t had sex in a few months and I was barely refraining from putting the pressure on her now that Cree was eight weeks old.
“Mace,” she warned when my dick hardened with absolutely no coaxing aside from the feel of her silky skin on mine.
“I can’t help it, babe. It’s been so long.”
“I know it has, but I’m just not ready yet…”
My arms tightened around her and I leaned up to kiss her. “I know; doesn’t mean I don’t miss it though.”
Jess giggled and lovingly ran her hands down my face. “I’ve missed it too, but I’m scared. Especially after the stitches.”
While my body bore scars of my own battles, Jess’s was marked and marred after a long, hard labour. She’d needed stitches and almost required a blood transfusion after losing ungodly amounts. The thought alone had my fingers protectively tightening on her hips.
“I’ll wait as long as you need; you know that.” It just might be longer—selfishly—than ideal.
Jess giggled. “Don’tpout!”
I cocked a lopsided smirk. “I’m not.”
“You were.Yes, he was,” she added to Cree.
My little boy made a happy, gurgling noise just like he did whenever he heard his mumma’s voice.
“How about I put little man back to bed then make us some breakfast? What do you say, sweetheart?”
Her eyes lit up. “Yes please. Then presents?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, babe, then presents. Bagel or breakfast muffin?”
She thought for a moment with her plump lips twisted to the side. While she pondered, I smoothed a long blonde strand of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.
“Cream cheese and bacon bagel, please.”
“You got it. Go have a shower while I get Cree and brekky sorted.”
“Thank you,” she breathed out and climbed from bed.
I lightly pinched her ass cheek peeking out of the bottom of her boy-leg underwear and laughed when she batted my hand away.