“She is the sweetest,” Josie says, making heart eyes at my little girl. “And I’ve been thinking…why don’t you two go home and rest and we’ll take her for a couple hours? I promise there will be lots of hand washing before the twins and Iris get a peek at her.”
Josie’s watched her before at our place and she has more experience with actual babies than anyone I know, so I’m not going to object. Maggie shoots me a smile just as she agrees.
“That would be amazing. Are you sure you don’t mind?
“Not one bit,” Josie beams. “We can have story time.”
“Babe,” Van says, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders, “we can’t just borrow their baby.”
Josie just waves him off. “Of course, we can. It’s only for an hour or two. And she just ate, so now is the perfect time.”
My buddy looks skeptical. “But…if she’s just gonna sleep anyway, wouldn’t she be happier in her own crib?”
“Nope,” Josie says.
“Jos, you know I adore you,” Van says. “And I know baby fever has seriously kicked in, but she’s still really little. Too little for a playdate. Like, she’s what? Six weeks?”
I smile. “Six weeks and one day.”
Van glares at me. “Norris, do not become one of those assholes who says their baby is forty-seven months old or some shit. And back me up here. You don’t have to let us watch your baby.”
Josie leans up to whisper something in Van’s ear. His eyes go wide and a smile stretches across his face. “Six weeks is apparently the ideal age for a visit with Uncle Van and Aunt Josie. Go. Get out of here, you crazy kids.”
My buddy doesn’t have to tell me twice. Maggie hands over the diaper bag, and I toss Van my keys.
Maggie’s walking back to our place like she’s being timed. And I guess she is, in a way. Reaching for her hand, I grasp it in my own and press a tender kiss to her temple as she slows to a stop.
“You in a hurry?” I ask, even though the answer is clear. The look she gives me tells me she thinks I’m losing brain cells due to sleep deprivation.
“Are you not in a hurry? Are you in the mood for a leisurely stroll?” Maggie asks.
“I’m just saying, we can do—or not do—whatever you want.”
“Good,” she says with a smile, “because I can’t wait until you get back inside me. I want you to fill me up.”
I kiss her soundly and we hustle back to our apartment. We weren’t cleared for penetrative sex until yesterday, butI’ve taken care of Maggie with my lips and we’ve watched each other get off a few times. It’s hot as hell, but nothing comes close to the feeling of being inside her.
And no, we are not relying solely on condoms anymore. Maggie got an IUD before we left the hospital. Our little Nugget is the best gift ever, and someday, we’ll give her a sibling or two, but not in the near future.
I can’t wait to have sex again.
But I will. Of course, I will.
It doesn’t seem like Maggie shares my patience, based on the way she’s practically dragging me up the steps to our place.
Not that I mind.
It doesn’t take us long to get inside, and the moment I have her all to myself, I cup her face in my hands and press my lips to her. She opens for me, so receptive to every touch I give her. Maggie moans and my cock is so hard that it throbs.
Reluctantly, I pull back, then lean in for one more quick kiss. I undress in seconds flat and crawl into bed. Maggie’s beat me to it, but she has the covers drawn up to her chin.
“You cold, Cinderella?” I ask, pulling the sheet down enough to kiss along her collarbone.
“Sure, let’s go with that,” she says, seeking my mouth for another kiss. I’m not letting her off that easy.
“You’re not hiding this beautiful body from me, are you Cinderella?” The idea seems ludicrous. We have a baby together. In the past six weeks, I’ve seen plenty of Maggie’s body simply because she’s been nursing or because neither of us has the energy to shut the bathroom door when we manage to grab a shower.
I tug at the sheet that’s acting as Maggie’s protective shield and manage to slip underneath the covers with her. All that flexibility training comes in handy. Under the not-so-dark cover of our white sheets in the middle of the day, Maggie and I look at each other’s bodies. I feel her gaze rake over me,tracking every tick of my jaw, every hitch of my breath, and every ounce of desire as I reach down to give my cock a squeeze.
