I smile and kiss her cheek. “I’ll change her diaper. Go grab some grub.”
“Did you eat?” She unlatches my girl and hands her to me before hiding her succulent tits from view.
“Nah, I was waiting on you.” I cuddle Madd to my chest, getting a loud burp before I even pat her back. “That’s my girl.” I kiss her head, breathing in her sweet baby scent.
“I’ll see you downstairs.”
“Right behind you.” I lay Madd on the changing table and smile at my heart who yawns and chews her fist like she’s still hungry. “Maybe some peaches and green beans will fill you up?”
Her smile and babble hit that place in my heart only for my kids. Never thought I’d have this. My Frankie Angel gave me life, hope, purpose, and then she gave me a family.
“You’re gonna sleep good tonight, Maddyn. Daddy needs some Mommy time. Okay?”
Madd coos and reaches for me.
“I’ll take that as ayes.”
At the bottom of the stairs, Taylor stops me. “Can I hold her?”
“Did you eat?”
She pulls Madd from my arms. “I’ll eat after you and Frankie.”
I hesitate, not wanting to turn down the offer, but… “I was gonna give her some baby food.”
“Can I do it?” Taylor lights up like a kid in a candy store, only this is a baby, and feeding my little angel can be both messy and fruitless, depending on Maddyn’s mood.
As far as I know she and Cowboy aren’t trying, but Taylor is always up for watching the kids, particularly the babies. They haven’t even been married a year, yet she might have caught a little baby fever from the rest of us.
“You sure?”
“Yep. Set me up, and I’ll feed her.” She kisses Madd’s cheek and nuzzles her neck, setting off Madd’s giggle button.
I catch my Angel’s approving gaze over Taylor’s shoulder, making me forget what I’m supposed to be doing until mylittleangel grabs my attention with a gurgled, “Dadadada.”
“You hungry, Lil Ang?” I ask, knowing she can’t answer except with a squeal of excitement. I think Taylor’s feeding experience will be a good one today. My little bundle is raring to go. “You want to put her in her highchair? I’ll be right there with the food.”
After getting Taylor and Maddyn situated, I feed Frankie and myself. Her eyes never leave Madd or Ox for long. Her motherly instinct is focused and trained on the most important people in our lives.
A glance out the window has me smiling. “It’s snowing.” My woman has only seen snow a handful of times. None of our kids have seen it except on TV.
“Snow!” Ox, Kill, Cade, Wade, and Iris nearly kill themselves and demolish anything in their path to get to the sliding glass doors, faces and hands pressed to the glass in awe, excitement buzzing all around them.
“Shoes!” Cap orders before anyone even thinks of racing outside.
“Coat and gloves too,” Rowdy adds as he picks up the fallen chairs the kids knocked over in their haste.
The kids scramble to don their winter gear. A glance shared with Rowdy has him offering, “I’ve got Ox.” He motions to Frankie. He knows how much she loves all things winter and Christmas.
Taylor cleans up Maddyn as I take my Angel’s hand, urging her to the front door.
“Shoes.” She frowns at her socked feet.
“I got you.” I toss the blanket from the back of the couch around her shoulders and pick her up before she can step away.
“Gabriel,” she whispers into my embrace, her breathiness has my cock stirring, wanting to hear my name in that same throaty way as when she comes.
Not yet.