Page 34 of Big Baby
“I love you, too,” I said back, my voice muffled by his neck. My energy was zapped, and I just wanted to stay like this, fall asleep wrapped up in my man’s arms.
But of course, the shriek of the baby pulled us from our moment, and we both groaned.
“I’ll go,” Harry said, bracing to move.
“No,” I said, sitting up and stopping him. “You need to shower. I’ll go.”
Harry looked down at himself and laughed. He was absolutely covered in milk. Sticky streaks of it lined his torso, and it was beginning to crust up in his hair. “Fucking hell.”
I grinned. “I’ll get him settled and meet you in the shower.”
As I darted off, quickly pulling my underwear on to stop his cum dripping down my leg, he gave my ass a slap.
“See you in there,” he said with a big grin.
Of course, I didn’t. Zack took forty-five minutes to settle, and by the time he was asleep, so was Harry, his handsome face tipped away from the light, his arms open for me to slip into.
And I did. I nestled in with him, content. Happy.
A perfect fit.
Epilogue
Harry
Twoyearslater
A scoop of scrambled eggs splattered across Zora’s shirt. Again.
Mornings with a toddler were nothing if not fucking messy. I laughed at her as she gave Zack a pretend scowl and yanked her top over her head, dipping into the hall to drop it straight into the laundry basket.
We had one downstairs now. Such was the domestic bliss of our lives. No one stayed clean for long.
I watched her move through the morning routine with a grin on my face, her now-naked stomach round with baby number two as she handed Zack some toast.
“No want it,” he grumbled in his sweet little voice. He looked just like me, was big and brawny for a two-year-old, larger than most of the others at his day care. But still, when he pouted, he was the cutest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
I came up behind Zora and kissed the side of her neck, my hands landing on her waist. “Go and get changed,” I muttered in her ear. “I’ll finish up here.”
She turned in my arms and planted a kiss on my lips, grinning up at me.
“Thanks, babe,” she said. “He’s being extra grouchy today.”
“I noticed.” I dropped my gaze to her barely encased tits, resisting the urge to give them a squeeze. She swatted at my arm and pointed an accusing finger at me.
“Stop it,” she scolded, but her eyes twinkled.
I opened my mouth to continue teasing when a slice of soggy, buttered toast slapped me on the cheek. It slipped down my face, leaving a trail of butter and crumbs in its wake.
Zora grinned, biting back a laugh before setting her stern mom expression in place to turn to Zack. He was not feeling breakfast today.
She chucked a wet dishtowel at me as she scooped the monster from the highchair and balanced him on her hip. “We all need a clean up now,” she said, ruffling his hair.
“No!” Zack repeated his favorite word, his sticky fists all tense and angry. Silly little man.
I grabbed him from Zora. “Let’s give your mama a minute of peace, shall we, little man?” I muttered as I carried him from the room, turning to wink at Zora.
She rolled her eyes but smiled and followed us up the stairs.
