Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Monty
Four Weeks Postpartum
They never tell you the amount of paperwork that you still need to do when you own your own business.
If there’s anything I hate the most about this role it’s the paperwork.
I like getting my hands dirty in the projects.
Each task that comes with every new remodel is the same but different in its own.
My favorite part is bringing my clients' vision to life. Taking their inspirations and making them a reality is something I love. I try to be involved in every step of the process with our clients. I have workers I delegate most of the process to, but I like walking through it all with the clients.
I have a great crew. They work hard and I don't have to babysit them. Which is why taking off the first two weeks after Hayes was born was easy.
I loved being home with Josie, helping adjust to the life from one kid to two. Hayes is a pretty relaxed baby, so getting into a new routine happened pretty flawlessly.
Looking at the time, I realize I was so lost in my head that it's time to go. Finishing off the paperwork I had in front of me, I make a quick list of what I need to get done tomorrow before closing up the office.
The drive home is quick. Climbing out of the truck I hear laughter coming from the back yard. My body heads toward the sound like a ship coming home. Because I am home, and the laughter of my family fills me with such joy.
Turning the corner of the house I see my boy in the snow creating a large snowball by rolling it through the tacky white substance. I see the bottom and middle part of the snowman already stacked as Shiloh works on the head. Evie is on her knees ensuring the snowman stays together.
My core heats as a vision forms in my mind of Evie on her knees for me, rosy lips wrapped around the head of my cock.
Beside her is Josie, hand tangled around her golden locks guiding my cock deeper down Evie's throat.
Drool dribbling down her chin as she gags on my length.
Josie whispering how good we're both being for her.
A shiver makes its way down my spine, and I find myself adjusting my stance to alleviate the space that is shrinking in my jeans.
“Daddy!” Shiloh yells as he abandons his task and makes his way over to me.
“Hey buddy!” I crouch down and catch him as he leaps into the air. Using his momentum I spin in circles before falling backward into the snow. The sweetest sound of a child's giggle flutters through the air and into my ears.
“We're building a snowman while Hayes naps!” Shiloh's mitted hand flies to the half built snowman, pride shining on his face, “I rolled them all by myself.” Shiloh crawls off me and runs back toward his abandoned snowman.
“Wow buddy, that's so cool.” I tell him.
Crawling onto all fours, I get up and make my way over to my wife. A smirk plays on her lips as she watches the distance close between us.
“Hey mama,” leaning forward, pressing my lips to hers. Then again to her cheek, her jaw until I’m below her ear. A visible shiver runs through Josie as she tilts her head allowing me more access. “How was today?”
A hum leaves her lips, her hands trailing up my chest until she grasps the collar of my jacket. “It went well. We had a check up today and everyone is doing well.” Pulling back her eyes bounced between mine, a small pout on her lips.
“What is it?” Encouraging her to continue.
Quickly placing another kiss on my lips she sighs, “it’s nothing major, my incision is still a bit irritated. I’m just frustrated.” Stepping back she crosses her arms over her chest and looks past me to watch Shiloh and Evie play in the snow.
Changing tactics, I move around her and pull her back to my front. Wrapping my arms around her midsection, she tries to pull away but I tighten my grip. Leaning forward until my lips are at the shell of her ear. I nibble on her ear until her body becomes pliable under my hold.
“Keep looking forward, and watch our boy.” my voice low, moving my hands to snake them under her jacket until I feel the shape of her body. Her body is softer than when we were younger, but so much stronger.
“Your body is healing. It has changed and adapted to bring us not just one but two lives into this world. You did that. Now your body is healing, and it’s not a race, mama.
” Her head falls back as my words sink in.
“You will get back to doing the things you were used to doing. You’ll get back to opening your shop again, I know all your clients are dying to see you again.
” Just then the monitor starts to crackle in Josie’s pocket.
“I got him, I’ll meet you inside to start supper.
” Giving her one last squeeze and a kiss to the top of her head, I make my way into the house.
My senses are assaulted as the intoxicating smell of Indian food hits me.
My mouth begins to pool with saliva at the thought of devouring some buttered chicken and naan bread.
Punching my fist in the air, mumbling a “fuck yea!” as I make my way into Hayes’ room.
Grunts and huffs coming from the crib as I make my way closer.
Arriving just before his face scrunches up and he lets out a large wail.
Quickly, I scoop him up and begin rocking and shushing him while I make my way to the change table.
I’ve come to a rhythm as I change Hayes and get him dressed back up.
Telling him about my day at work and my upcoming project that I’m excited for.
I know he doesn’t understand a word I’m saying, and that’s fine too.
When we enter the kitchen, everyone is making their way inside.
Shiloh has thrown his gear everywhere and is doing ninja rolls on his mats.
I shake my head at the similarities we have.
Shiloh has my energy tenfold, so I know I’m going to have my hands full with just him.
There is no doubt in my mind that my boy has ADHD like his dad.
There is an advantage to also having it.
I can understand the certain hiccups that come with your brain always on the go.
The need to be moving, the constant party in your head that doesn’t seem to slow down.
The overstimulation, the outbursts that sometimes happen when you’re overwhelmed.
I can relate to it all, and I’ve learned different techniques and tricks that help me manage and be successful.
Hayes begins to fidget in my arms, rooting around my chest, telling me that he’s hungry.
“Okay little man, let’s get you eatin’,” I coo at him as I make my way over to Josie. Evie has started getting the dinnerware ready to eat, and I nod my head in appreciation as she does. Watching pink tint her cheeks as she quickens her pace to the dining table.
The three of us settle into a comfortable rhythm.
With Josie squared away with Hayes, I begin to move the food to the dining table.
Shiloh races back and forth from the living room to show off his ninja moves then attempts to put the utensils out, but knocks them all on the ground.
Tears brim his eyes as he realizes his mistake.
I go to reassure him that everything is alright, but Evie beats me to the punch.
Rubbing his arm as she tells him that mistakes happen, and sometimes our brain moves faster than our body does.
After a few minutes everyone is settled at the table with their meals.
I take the moment to take it all in. How natural everything has been going.
Evie has fit in so well with the flow of how Josie and I move in our lives.
Her melodic laughter as she plays with our son, the way she knows what Josie needs before she even knows it herself.
Simple things like filling up her water bottle as Josie breastfeeds.
A content feeling washes over me as the easiness of it all.
As if there was always a missing piece that we didn’t know we needed…