The morning sunlight danced over Noah’s face as Emily stared into his sleepy eyes. After a feeding and a good hearty burping, he looked blissfully content. Lying on her side with him curled next to her in bed, Emily gently ran her fingertips across his cotton candy-soft hair. Giggling when he stirred lightly at her touch, warmth traveled up Emily’s spine and settled in her heart as she continued to visually inhale her precious angel.
Lowering her face to his plump cheek, Emily breathed him in, wanting to burn his glorious scent into her memory. He smelled sweet like flowers but carried something uniquely his own. Emily smiled against his skin, cradling him closer. She held her pinky against his tiny hand, her soul blooming with amazement as he wrapped his fingers around hers. The first few days home with him were simultaneously the most exhausting and beautiful of her life. Needless to say, she fell head over heels in love with Noah, and she also fell fast into the role of a mother easier than expected. Not only had she not dropped him, and was pretty confident she never would, she hadn’t encountered any problems with ointment control, either. As Emily watched her first blessing drift off into a peaceful sleep, her second blessing strolled into the bedroom, his smile as bright as ever.
“He’s out cold,” Gavin whispered. He slipped under the sheets with Noah and Emily, sandwiching their little man between them. Lifting a brow, Gavin’s smile widened. “He needs to get a job soon. I’m tired of his laziness.”
Emily beamed and traced gentle circles along Noah’s tiny bow of a mouth. “I know, right? I figured he’d have a good work ethic. But this? This is just ridiculous.”
Chuckling, Gavin brought his hand up to Emily’s cheek. “How are you feeling?”
Emily leaned into his palm, her body soaking in his warmth. “Amazing.” And she did. Though still sore from the staples lining her belly, she hadn’t felt this good physically or emotionally in what seemed like forever. “How do you feel?”
“Like a king,” Gavin whispered, cautiously leaning over Noah. He placed a soft kiss on Emily’s lips, his heart filled with joy beyond comprehension. “I’m in my castle with my queen and prince. I honestly have everything.” Gavin stared into her eyes, his breath hijacked as always. “Thank you.”
From something that’d started off so confusing, so tortuously wrong in countless ways, Emily couldn’t believe where she and Gavin were. Her stomach dipped, overflowing with love for the two men in her life. Her two saviors. “Thank you.” She kissed him again, drowning in the feel of the lips she’d forever love. “And thank you for breakfast. I’ll eventually master cooking something beyond burnt casseroles and frozen microwave dinners.”
A wiseass smirk appeared across Gavin’s face, and Emily prepared herself for the wiseass remark she knew she’d opened herself up to. “No need. We’ll do fine surviving on nothing but sodium and crisped up meatloaf.” Emily rolled her eyes, and Gavin chuckled. “And how can I forget your specialty boxed mac and cheese?”
“Watch, you’ll see,” she countered, playfully smacking his arm. “I’m going to take cooking lessons and knock your mother’s mediocre lasagna from your memory.”
Gavin lifted an incredulous brow, his smirk turning full-blown megawatt. “Mediocre? I’d love to see you try to beat it.”
Emily carefully slid from the bed. Hands on her hips, she tilted her head. “Is this a challenge, Blake?”
“The biggest of your life, sweets.” Gavin picked up a stirring Noah, positioning him against his chest. He looked down at his little bundle. “Your mother’s seriously lost it, kid. She thinks she’s going to learn how to feed you and me better than your grandmother can.”
Eyes wide, Emily huffed. “Oh my God. Just for that, all you’ll see is my mac and cheese.” Smiling, she wagged a finger at Gavin. “Noah will eat well, but you? Nope, not you. Burnt meatloaves for life. Hope you’re happy.” Gavin let out a full, throaty laugh as Emily flipped her wavy hair, spitefully puckered her lips, and blew him a less than loving kiss. Gavin was just happy she didn’t flip him the finger. “I need to get ready before everyone gets here. There’s cold, crisp, burnt meatloaf in the fridge if you get hungry.” On that note, she disappeared into the bathroom.
“You know what an angry Emily does to me,” Gavin called out, laughing and patting Noah’s back.
Though muffled from behind the closed door, her words rang loud as the doorbell chimed. “Good. I hope your stone turns blue.”
“Ouch.” Holding a semi-awake Noah, Gavin stood and made his way down the hall. “She’s certifiable, buddy.” Before he opened the door, Gavin kissed his son. “But she has magical powers. Somehow, she’ll get you to act like a complete fool around her.”
“Give him to me,” Olivia squeaked when Gavin opened the door. Arms held wide, the smile on her face showed her excitement.
“What?” Gavin questioned. Grinning, he shook his head. “Am I no longer worth anything?”
Trevor clapped Gavin’s shoulder. “You’ve officially turned into Al Bundy from Married with Children. Get used to it, bro.”