Page 14 of Spring Break With a Baby Daddy
As I step back, I hope everything I’ve read is true, and he stays asleep.
We’re guessing at his age, but everyone agreed because his cord hasn’t fallen off, he can’t be more than a couple of weeks old which means night feeds. Most likely every couple of hours.
Vivi and I haven’t talked about it, but I assume we’ll both get up to feed him during the night. My gaze moves over to my bed.
Will she sleep in here with me?
When she’s happy he’s comfortable, she straightens with a triumphant smile. With a hand wave in my direction, she shoos me out of the room, following close behind me.
“I think he’s out,” she whispers when we’re in the hallway and the door is pulled to behind us.
“Seems like it.”
“I don’t know how long for though,” she adds with a frown.
“Wouldn’t expect you to.”
“Good, because I’m winging this.”
“Same. Well, except for what we’ve found online.”
“Right, yeah, that’s definitely saved us so far.” Glancing over her shoulder, she grabs my hand and says, “Let’s get something to eat in case he wakes up.”
“We should sleep when he sleeps.” At her questioning look, I shrug. “That’s what all the advice online says.”
“Probably. But if I don’t feed my growling belly it’ll get so loud it’ll wake the dead, never mind a sleeping baby.”
“I’ve got frozen pizza.”
“Too long.” She heads for the kitchen, towing me behind her. “What have you got we can slap together in five minutes?”
“Bread. Peanut butter. Jelly.” When she looks at me over her shoulder with a confused expression, I shrug. “What?”
“I just expected your tastes to be…”
“More expensive?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Nothing beats a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
“Really? Like that’s your last meal choice?”
“Yes.”
“Huh.”
“Good huh, or bad huh?”
“Neither. Weird huh.”
“What’s your favorite last meal choice then?”
“Peanut butter with apple slices. A sandwich if it’s the only option. But no jelly.”
“You don’t like jelly?”
“I like it. Just don’t like it mixed with peanut butter on bread.”
