“What? I can tell you have something to say.” I lean back and get ready to hear him out.
“Did you really have to put ideas in Izzy’s head? She now has some brilliant idea that I need some . . . What did she call it? Oh yeah, ‘Trifecta of vaginal bliss.’ What in the hell does that shit mean?”
I throw my head back and laugh so hard my sides cramp up. “Do those women tell each other everything?”
“Apparently so. And, Greg, I don’t want to hear about your dick anymore.”
We talk for a while before he gets serious again.
“I’m happy for you. For all three of you. I know you, and I know this wasn’t ever even on your radar. But, brother, this looks good on you.”
And just like that, my heart feels full to capacity, my skin feels tight, and that damn smile that’s so big it hurts comes rushing back to the surface.
“Thanks, man. Thanks.”
I may not have ever dreamt of this life for myself, but I finally feel like I have everything. There isn’t anything that can take this feeling from us.
CHAPTER 2
Greg
Six Months Later
“Daddddy!”
Ah. And now the fun begins.
I left Cohen sitting on my bed, harmlessly watching some ridiculous cartoon so that I could jump in the shower. We’re running late, but that’s pretty typical when Melissa leaves us to our own devices. What does she expect? The ‘bad guys’ won’t kill themselves, blanket forts can’t be constructed in a split second, and Lego fortresses won’t build themselves. My boy needs to have some one-on-one time with his dad, and with the twins fast approaching we’re squeezing in every second of ‘man time’ that we can.
I smile, drying off as quickly as possible before grabbing my boxer briefs. The last time I made the mistake of forgetting to grab some before I jumped in the shower, I swear Cohen spent an hour talking about wiener-rings after that. Melissa thinks it’s hilarious, but I keep envisioning my little dude going to school and announcing to his class that he wants to have earrings in his wiener because his daddy does. That shouldn’t make pick-up awkward.
“Daddy, Daddy, DADDY!”
When I step out of the bathroom the first thing I see is Cohen jumping on the bed, his little arms flapping wildly and his ever-present cape flying behind him. With a smile, I hook his little body around the waist with my arm and toss him in the air. Pretty soon he’s not going to be small enough for me to toss around, and just the thought of him growing up too quickly makes my chest tighten.
“What’s up, little dude?”
His tiny hands cup my face, pulling me closer until our noses touch. “Daddy,” he whispers.
I bring my hands up and frame his head, rubbing our noses slightly. “Cohen,” I whisper back.
He giggles, his smile growing larger. “Mommy has a funny belly now.”
“Yes, little man, she sure does. But, Mommy has your sisters in her funny belly, and pretty soon they’re going to be here and she won’t have that belly anymore.”
His brows crinkle for a second while he processes this. It doesn’t take long before he asks the question I’ve known was coming.
“Daddy?”
“Cohen?”
“How is mommy going to get my babies out of her funny belly?”
Shit. This isn’t something Melissa covered.
“Uh . . .”
His face loses all traces of confusion and his crooked little smile takes its place.
“You don’t know! I’m going to ask Dilbert! Dilbert knows everything, Daddy!”
Damn, Sway! There’s no way in hell I’m going to let Sway—also referred to by his given name, Dilbert, by only Cohen—give my son sex-ed. I can picture it now. Sway would have Cohen out of his cape and into a wig and heels in no time.
“Come here, son.” I take a seat on the bed and hold my arms out, waiting for Cohen to crawl into my lap. His little knees almost take out my dick a few times, and I’m pretty sure I’ve lost my nuts. He finally settles, sitting on his shins with his knees pressed painfully into my thighs and his tiny hands holding on to my shoulders. “All right, little man. When Mommy has your sisters, the doctor is going to give her a shot so she doesn’t feel anything. Then she’s going to lie down, and the doctor will carefully take your sisters out. It’s all big doctor secrets, and no one will tell Daddy. They even put up a special blue wall that makes it invisible.”
With every word I speak, his mocha-colored eyes grow larger and larger. His mouth is hanging open, and the look on his face is nothing short of amazed. Yeah, I know Cohen, and there isn’t anything he loves more than a big mystery.
“You with me, C-Man?” I laugh, tickling his sides.
He giggles, jumps down with a large chant of excitement, and takes off to find the magical invisible wall.
“Cohen, get your shoes on! I promised your mommy we wouldn’t be late.” I can hear him banging around the house, hopefully on the way to his shoes.