Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Peyton
I hold the back of Kellan’s head, cuddling him to my chest as I press kisses on the top of his fuzzy hair. Owen glances over at us with a smile as he drops the boxes he’s carrying onto the floor. My dad follows him a minute later and does the same with a huff.
“I think we’re getting too old to move ourselves. Should have hired some movers,” he says, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
I snort. “I told you, but what did you say?”
My dad points a finger at me. “You, shush.”
“You said the minute I can’t carry my own shit into my own house is the minute I find my retirement home. And this isn’t even your house,” I say, my cheeks hurting with how much I’m grinning.
My mom snickers from where she’s unpacking Kellan’s stuff in the kitchen. I’m not sure if we were dumb or smart to move a few weeks after his birth, but they’ve all treated me with kid gloves. Acting as if I’m too weak to pick up anything but the baby. And to be honest, I am too exhausted to fight them over it. So Kell and I are just observing while our family works hard to move into the house Owen bought a few miles from his bar in California. My parents are still searching for a house nearby, but I know they’ll be quick to follow us.
Owen asked me a million times if I was sure, and I am. My degree is in economics, mainly because I enjoyed the subject, not because I wanted to pursue anything in it. I’ve helped my dad with his business for as long as I could remember, and I know he would give it to me if I asked. But I didn’t want Owen to give up his bar when we didn’t have to. My only condition had been to move out of that small apartment, which he readily agreed with.
“Thankfully Peyton and I pack light,” Owen offers in jest.
I roll my eyes. “Ignore my dad, he hasn’t moved a piece of furniture a day in his life. A few boxes aren’t going to take him out.”
“So cruel,” my dad says, holding a hand to his heart.
Kell makes a sharp little newborn cry and all our attention turns to him. It’s amazing how much your world shifts once you have a baby. Most of my thoughts are consumed with him, about him, or thinking what else I can do for him. Poor Owen probably feels forgotten, but he hasn’t said otherwise. If anything, we seem to fight over who can hold him the most. Unfortunately for him, I’m the one with the boobie milk.
“You hungry, buddy?” I coo, bouncing him as I sway into place. Owen walks over, grinning down at the both of us.
He leans down so only I can hear. “Daddy is hungry too.”
I blush, pushing him away with a small laugh but he catches me around the waist and pulls me closer. “I thought you didn’t want me to call you that.”
“Changed my mind. I think I want to suckle your breast like a babe, too.”
Rolling my eyes, I tut my tongue at him. “Go away, perv. I’m holding the proof of the last time you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”
“Hmm. Something about being in our home makes me horny for my woman.”
I bite down on my lip and tilt my head for a kiss that he quickly obliges. “Do me a favor,” I whisper against his lips.
“Anything.”
“Make sure his crib and our bed are the first things set up for tonight. Everything else can wait.”
His heated eyes flash to mine. “Of course, honey.”