Page 32 of Fighting Our Forever

Chapter Twenty-One

Callie

“Come here you little stinker,” I tell Rush, dragging him across the floor by one of his chubby ankles, him giggling the whole time. Pulling him in front of me I tickle his belly making him giggle louder. God, I love this little boy. He’s the best thing to come into my life, maybe even better than his daddies. He rolls over and crawls away from me, looking back every few seconds to see if I’m crawling after him. We’ve been in the living room playing and listening to something on the baby channel. I have no idea what it is, but he loves watching all the colors and listening to it, so we keep it on when we’re home relaxing in the house.

Ryan and Paul walk into the room backpacks slung over their backs and dressed for their weekend playing in the woods. I eye them up and down, immediately turned on by their tight t-shirts, cargo pants, and combat boots. Fuck, my men are looking good.

I stand up and grab Rush from the ground where he stopped crawling and sat up staring at me, worried I’d leave the room. He’s got his bottom lip sticking out and on the verge of tears. Rush has been with us for over a month, and he still gets upset whenever I leave the room, worried I won’t come back. It makes my heart hurt for him and the months he lived with that monster that gave birth to him.

“I’m not going anywhere little man, momma is right here,” I say holding him tight and giving him lots of kisses.

“I still don’t like leaving you two alone for the weekend. One of us should stay home with you. I can go on the next trip, and Ryan can stay that weekend.”

I roll my eyes and hug Paul to me after Ryan grabs Rush out of my arms. “We’ll be fine. Plus, we won’t be alone. Maci-Kate is coming over with Layla and Bennett in a couple of hours, and we’re having a sleepover. Then tomorrow dad is coming into town and hanging out with Rush and I. Trust me, we won’t be alone for long this weekend, we’ll be very busy.”

Paul kisses the top of my head and lifts me in his arms, where I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, our eyes level. “I love you, Precious. You, Rush and Ryan are my whole world. If anything happened to any of you, it’d fuck me up. I’ll always worry.”

“I love you too Paul. So much has changed in the last couple of months. I never expected to be where we are today, but I’ll never stop fighting to keep you three boys.” I smile when he places kisses all over my face and finally my lips. Letting me go, he helps me slide down his front.

“Come here chunky monkey.” I take Rush from Ryan and hug his side. “I love you Ry. You two stay safe out there.”

“Oh, don’t worry about us baby. We’ll be fine.” He tells me, then kisses my forehead and my lips. When he goes to deepen it, I push him away knowing what will happen if I let it continue.

“Uh uh, the last time that happened you were an hour late to work. Has to suck working a second job, huh?”

“Hush, lazy bones. You are taking care of Rush now that summer is here.” He laughs and walks to the door behind Paul.

“Tell your daddies bye. Say bye-bye daddies.”

“Dah-Dee, Dah-Dee” Rush babbles out, and my eyes fly to Ryan and Paul’s.

“Did he just say daddy?” Paul asks rushing over and grabbing our son in his arms, Ryan right beside him.

“Say it again Rush, say daddy.”

Rush looks at them both like he’s trying to solve a puzzle, or maybe he’s pooping because he looks real serious when he does that too. “Dah, Dah. Dah, Dah, eeee.” He says, and they both cheer making Rush laugh. Paul kisses his head and passes him to Ryan who hugs him tight and kisses his chubby cheeks. “That’s right little man, we’re your daddies. We love you Rush, now go see your momma. Take care of her while we’re gone this weekend.”

I walk up to him and take Rush who immediately snuggles into my side, lying his head on my shoulder. Giving them pecks on the lips I usher them out the door, so they’ll leave. The sooner they go, the sooner it is I have them back in my arms.

I walk into the kitchen and place Rush in his highchair and give him a couple toys to play with while I do the dishes. I’m just finishing up when my cell goes off. “Hey girl, I was just about to start making some snacks for today. We can’t wait to see you.”

“Hey Callie. We’re not going to be able to make it. Bennett started throwing up a couple of hours ago, and I think Layla has it too. I’d hate to get you and Rush sick.”

“Oh no! I hope they feel better. Is there anything you need me to do? I can go pick up some things if you need me to, I know the guys have been gone for a while now.”

“I think I’m set here, but we’ll need to reschedule soon, Bennett was looking forward to spending the night at “auntie Cal’s” house.” She says laughing.

“He’s so freaking cute Maci. You’re going to be in trouble when he grows up. You tell him auntie Cal will invite him over as soon as he’s feeling better.”

“Thanks girl. Sorry again.”

“No big thing, go take care of your babies. I’ll check on you tomorrow.” I hang up and look over at Rush who’s beating a plastic hammer on his tray. “Guess it’s just you and me tonight baby boy.”

He bangs his hammer on his tray and starts babbling like he’s trying to tell me something. I nod and talk back to him telling him about what we’ll be doing when my dad gets here tomorrow.

A few hours later Rush is taking a nap in his room, and I’m in the middle of reading Sarah O’Rourke’s new one, Until Sunrise. This Luka is one demanding man, that’s okay though, he makes up for it with the way he loves Michelle. I’m at the part where Michelle is showing Luka some awful shack when I hear a car door slam shut. I put my Kindle down on the coffee table, frustrated that someone is interrupting me while reading. I never get to read when the guys are around because, just like Luka, they can be demanding assholes.

We don’t get a lot of visitors out here unless it’s someone we expect or a delivery. The guys built their house on five acres, and the nearest neighbors are ten minutes away by car. I walk to the door and look out the peephole to see a tall blonde in a short skirt and fuck me heels. She’s dressed to the nines wearing what I’m assuming are designer clothes. I wouldn’t know, I’ve never kept up with all of that. Curiosity getting the better of me I answer the door, wondering what she wants.

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