Coming Home for Love

Chapter 9

Good morning, beautiful.

I smiled at Osiris's text message. I was surprised he was up early because I could have used a few more hours of sleep.

Good morning to you too. What are you doing up so early?

I can’t wait to spend time with you two today, so if possible, I wanted to get started early.

I smiled and sat up in bed. Osiris made my heart flutter, just like it did three years ago. His being here and having to go back to Paris was going to be hard for me and especially for our son. He’d just gotten his father, and who knew how long he would be here.

I glanced at the time and saw it was only nine in the morning. Little O was probably already awake and waiting for me to get up.

Yeah, that’s cool. How early are you talking?

I responded to Osiris.

Whenever you two get ready. We can go have breakfast, then get our day started if that’s cool with you.

Having breakfast with Osiris wasn’t a part of my plans for the day, but neither was the stuff that happened the day before.

That’s fine. I’m going to get us together. Can we do an hour?

He responded and said that was okay, so I got out of bed to get ready. I wasn’t sure where we were going, so I grabbed jeans and a T-shirt from the closet. The mornings were chilly since the season was changing, so I would put a hoodie on over it.

After getting my clothes out, I put on my robe and went to check on Little O.

“Hey, man,” I said as I entered his room. Just as I figured, he was in bed watching Bluey .

“Hi, Mommy.”

I walked over to his closet to get his clothes out for the day.

“We are going to hang out with your daddy today.”

“Yay!”

I shook my head and laughed as I pulled out a sweatsuit for him to wear.

“Let’s go use the bathroom and brush your teeth.”

“Okay, Mommy.” He tossed the covers off and got out of bed.

We walked down the hall to the bathroom together. Luckily, he didn’t have any accidents, and since he took a bath the night before, I didn’t have to give him another one.

While he used the bathroom, I got his toothbrush ready for him. When he was done, I helped him wash his face and brush his teeth, then used his other washcloth to wipe him down.

When we were done, he went back to his room to play while I got dressed.

As I showered, I thought about the events of the day before and couldn’t believe how the day turned out.

Having sex with Osiris had been the highlight of the day, and it made me forget about almost being robbed. Sex with him changed a little, but it had gotten better. I didn’t even get the full experience because it didn’t last long, and I was okay with that. As quick as it was, maybe he hadn’t been having sex with anyone, either. I found that hard to believe, though, because Osiris was too fine to not have somebody, or somebodies, in Paris. I heard his phone blowing up, and more than likely, it was some chick he was dealing with. It wasn’t my business, so I pretended I didn’t hear it.

After the shower, I called the front desk to let them know to allow Osiris up whenever he got here, and I texted him so he would know as well. Once I did that, I put my clothes on and went to get Osiris from his room so he could have some fruit before we left because I knew he was hungry.

“You want to have a snack before daddy comes?” I asked when I entered his room.

“Yes.” He picked up his tablet and got out of bed.

We went to the kitchen, and I got a fruit cup from the fridge for him. I didn’t want him to spill fruit juice on his shirt, so I made him take his sweatshirt off.

While he ate his fruit, I had an apple, then made sure we had what we needed for the day.

Forty-five minutes later, my doorbell rang.

“That’s probably your daddy,” I told little Osiris.

He hopped off the chair and ran to the front room.

I opened the door and smiled as Little O ran to his father.

“Daddy!”

Big O leaned down and scooped him in his arms. “What’s up, man? You ready to have some fun today?”

Little O nodded.

“What’s good, Wyn?” he asked when he stepped fully into my apartment.

“Hi, Osiris.”

He had on black army fatigue pants with a black hoodie. On his feet were black Timberland boots. My baby daddy looked good, and all I wanted to do was rub my pussy on his face. Too bad our son was here, and we didn’t have time.

I guess my face said what I was thinking because Osiris winked and said, “Maybe later.” Then he kissed my forehead before going into the living room.

Heat filled my cheeks. How did he even know what I was thinking about?

“We’re ready to go if you are. I just have to put his sweatshirt on and grab his bag,” I told him.

“I’ll help him with his shirt while you get what you need.”

I grabbed Little O’s shirt from the kitchen and gave it to his father.

I smiled at them, then went into my room. Seeing Big O jump into fatherhood like he’d been here all this time made my body warm. It was sexy as hell, and I was thankful that he didn’t waste time being angry at me, even though I couldn’t blame him if he were mad.

Neither of them paid attention when I reentered the living room. Little O was on his father’s lap, and they were watching Bluey on his tablet.

I quickly pulled out my phone and snapped a couple of pictures of them.

They both wore the same serious expression on their faces. It was the cutest thing.

“I’m ready,” I said, getting their attention.

They both looked up at me. Big O’s gaze traveled down the length of my body, and warmth filled my cheeks when he bit his bottom lip.

“Me too,” he said, still staring at me. For long seconds, we stared at each other until our child’s voice snapped us back to reality.

“Let’s go, Daddy.” Little O hopped off his father’s lap and went to get his shoes from the rack.

When he got them, he ran right back to his father to help him put them on. My mom had texted me, so I sat on the arm of the couch to respond to her.

“Oh, I have to get his car seat from my truck.” I’d almost forgotten Osiris didn’t have a car seat.

“Nah, I got one this morning.”

“Oh, okay.” I was surprised he’d gotten one already.

“Yup. Let’s go have some fun.” He winked at me and grabbed Little O’s hand.

I grabbed my bag and Little O’s book bag and followed behind them. I made sure the door was locked, and the three of us walked to the elevator.

“Where exactly are we going?” I asked as we rode the elevator down.

“To have some fun.” Osiris smirked and focused on his mini.

When we made it downstairs to the parking garage, Osiris led us to his Mercedes Benz GLE. He opened the door for me, then helped Little O into the brand-new car seat that was exactly like the one I had in my truck.

I noticed a tablet attached to the back of the seat that already had my baby’s favorite show cued up.

Shaking my head, I got in the car and buckled my seat belt. This man was going to spoil our baby. I just hoped it didn’t break my child’s heart when his father left.