25. Baylee
Baylee
“I left instructions on how to thaw the breastmilk here.” Abby shows Tucker and I the written-up instructions on the counter.
“I also have a list of phone numbers on the fridge if you have an emergency, aside from our own numbers, of course. Clay and River’s mom is out of town visiting her friend in New York this weekend. ”
We move around the apartment while Abby shows us some of Ella’s favorite things. We’re watching the baby and Lola while she, Clay, River and Kennedy go out on a double date tonight. We’re excited we could step in and give them a night out.
“Abby, you’re hogging their attention. I need to give them explicit Lola instructions,” River whines.
“Riv, you can’t be serious.” Clay looks over at his twin while bouncing Ella on his knee.
“Dude, Lola has a very specific bedtime routine when she’s with new people,” River explains, while Kennedy rolls her eyes from the couch. Meanwhile, Lola is glued to Tucker’s side.
“Why the hell is my dog obsessed with you right now, Malloy?” River looks disgusted by this .
“Beats me.” He scratches behind the golden retriever’s ear, and she leans into his leg even more. “But I don’t mind the love.”
“Well, I fucking do.” River comes over and puts his face right in front of his dog. “Lola baby, Daddy will be back so soon and bring you back home, okay?” Then he proceeds to kiss her and hug her.
I don’t know River very well, but he’s definitely obsessed with his dog.
“Malloy, Baylee, she should be good after her next bottle in about an hour or so. Once she has that, just read a book. I left one out. It has the animals with the textures on the page. She loves touching those as you read. She had her bath already and the white-noise machine is on. Just make sure you put on a fresh diaper before bed and the jammies that I laid out. You know how to turn on the baby monitor?” She looks at us.
“Yes, Abs, I can turn on a baby monitor,” Tucker answers her.
“Great.” She nods at us, then turns to River. “Okay, the floor is yours.”
“Finally!” He rolls his eyes as he stands and turns his attention to us. I assume he’s going to explain something, but I should’ve known it would be over-the-top for River.
He reaches behind him and pulls out a typed-up paper. I should amend that statement. It’s front and back , typed.
“Alright, my Lola—” he starts when he’s interrupted by Kennedy clearing her throat. “So sorry, our Lola is precious and has needs that must be met.”
“You’re kidding me with this, right Riv?” Tucker says as he grabs the paper and starts scanning it.
“I’m not kidding. She’s very precious,” he says.
Tucker looks over at Abby. “You’re going to dinner, not leaving the country, right?”
“River, what did you do?” Kennedy makes her way over .
“He typed a fucking thesis.” Tucker holds the paper above River’s head.
Kennedy laughs. “I thought you were kidding.”
“Absolutely not.” He looks shocked she would suggest such a thing.
“We aren’t doing any of this. Now go, before Baylee and I decide we’re going on a date and you guys are shit out of luck,” Tucker says.
“At least look it over, man,” River says.
“Sure, whatever you say.” Tucker starts folding it and putting it in his pocket.
Clay laughs as he kisses his daughter, and Abby says her goodbyes as well. Then he hands me Ella.
Soon they’re waving and closing the front door and we’re alone with a baby and a dog, and I look over at Tucker. “You really going to look over that list?”
“You kidding me? Absolutely not.” He scoffs. “He’s so fucking crazy.”
“Why is Lola obsessed with you tonight? She is following you everywhere,” I comment as I notice she hasn’t left his side since we arrived.
“Oh, I stuck a bag of bacon in my pocket to screw with River.” He laughs.
That makes me start laughing and then Ella joins in and she grabs my cheeks with her chubby hands.
She looks at me with those cute dimples popping out and her beautiful blue eyes.
She’s absolutely stunning and it’s hard not to imagine what my babies will one day look like.
That day being far down the line, when I have my life in order, but one day nonetheless.
“What should we do, pretty girl? Should we sit on the play mat?” I ask her as I bounce in place. She giggles and I take her over to her little play area in the living room.
Tucker joins us and we lay down as she starts playing with the objects in front of her, kicking her feet and babbling with joy.
“I love hearing her sounds,” Tucker confesses.
“I know. There really isn’t anything better,” I say.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever heard her cry. She’s one of the happiest babies.”
“Remember when my sister’s baby cried for, like, three hours straight for her first Thanksgiving?” I cringe.
He drops his head into his hands. “Oh, gosh. Don’t remind me. I think I lost my hearing for two days straight. I remember walking my mom home and asking if all babies came like that.”
“I think I used that memory to keep from having sex with my first boyfriend because I was scared.” I laugh.
“Dude, she had some lungs on her.” His eyes go wide. “Now she’s all shy. So weird.”
“I know. Nothing makes sense.” I shake my head. My niece is quiet all the time now and my sister says of her kids, she’s the quietest one.
We soak in all of the little coos and giggles Ella lets out as she plays. She soon starts to rub at her eyes, and we realize it might be time to start to wind down. I get her bottle ready and as I head back, I see Tucker has taken her back to her room.
While in her room, he’s gotten her changed into her pajamas and has started reading her a book.
She’s focused on touching the pages and babbling along with him.
He smiles when she tries to read along and I swear my ovaries explode yet again as I watch them interact.
He’s the whole package and I fall in love with him more each second I watch him in all these different parts of life.
Once he finishes going through the book, he looks up and I move into the room.
I hand him the bottle and instead of getting up, he decides to feed it to her, as if he’s done it a million times before.
She’s eager to take it and starts drinking quickly.
He moves slowly in the rocking chair, his gaze fixed on her, and she moves her hand up.
She tries to touch his face, but is only able to graze her fingers on the bottom of his beard.
I let them finish up the routine and walk out with the monitor. I see him place her in the crib. I can see she’s out cold; it’s good to see her parents being gone tonight didn’t affect her too much in her routine.
I feel Tucker’s arms wrap around me as I wash a few dishes in the sink, his beard nuzzling into the crook of my neck.
“Do I get to have a little time with you now on the couch?” he asks.
“That sounds nice.” I turn my head to capture his lips with mine. I feel him slide his tongue along my lips and I open for him. “We cannot let this go any further, sir. There’s a baby in the other room.”
“That’s too bad,” he says as he breathes me in.
I dry my hands and we move to the couch. Lola has been sleeping on the couch for the last forty-five minutes, but once we sit down, she repositions herself so that she’s resting her head on Tucker’s leg.
We turn on the television and find a movie. I settle my head on his shoulder, but then he pauses it, causing me to sit up and look at him. Tucker has a serious expression. “You think you’d want to have kids?”
“Now?” I ask in a panic.
“No, Baylee, not now.” He chuckles.
I smile. “Yeah, eventually. Probably down the road, if financially it makes sense. I would like to be married for a few years first. But when the time to have kids happens, I’d most likely still be in school, so my partner would have to be able to support us.
After undergrad, I’ll still have to earn my Doctor of Physical Therapy degree, which takes three more years.
” I bite my lip because I’m not making assumptions that he’d be the one by my side, even though that’s what I want.
I’ve got a long road ahead of me as a student.
“Your partner? Who’s the one putting a baby in you if it’s not me?” Alpha Tucker is always fun when he comes out. He grabs me and pulls me to straddle him. Lola moves to lay on the ground.
“Well, I want it to be you, but I didn’t want to assume.” I shrug my shoulders.
“Baylee, what makes you think I don’t want that?” He brings his hands to my hips and the vulnerability in his eyes feels like I can see into his soul.
“I’m young and I don’t know if you want to wait for me. I don’t know if I’m what you want, Tucker,” I confess, moving my fingers through his hair.
“Shit, I forgot you’re young. This is over.
” He goes to move me off his lap and starts laughing.
“I obviously know our difference in age. That’s why I asked.
Listen, I love you, Baylee. I want to respect your career, and I want to see you realize your dreams. I also want us to move forward.
If you see yourself having kids and having a future with me, I want that with you. ” He brings my lips to his.
I deepen the kiss and continue to move my hands through his hair. I feel him grow beneath me and I grind against him. I swallow his moan, and I can’t help but think we’re not passing this babysitting task here, although Ella’s safely sleeping in her room.
“I honestly can’t wait to get you home, Bay,” he whispers against my lips.
I bite his lower lip in response.
“And just so you know, I’m not trying to rush you, I only asked because when the timing is right, I do want that with you.
I want to have everything with you,” he says as he rests his forehead against mine, our breathing labored.
I let his confession seep into my heart, and I let my own heart take off with it, because I think everything I dreamed of is coming true with this man.
The minute we get home, the pent-up energy from the evening has hit an all-time high and we’re ripping off each other’s clothes, throwing them along the floor of our apartment. We don’t even make it to the bedroom.
Once we reach the kitchen table, we’re down to our underwear and I get down on my knees. I pull on his boxers until his cock springs free. I’m salivating at the thought of having him in my mouth. I lick my lips and gaze up at him. He’s towering over me, his eyes hooded as he stares at me.
“I love you,” I tell him as I open my mouth and swallow his cock. I take him deep, until the head hits the back of my throat. Tucker gathers my hair into a ponytail and starts urging me on.
“Fuck, you suck me off so good, Bay,” he moans, his eyes on me the entire time.
I look up at him, my head bobbing on his dick. His encouragement only spurs me on. I’m so wet knowing how much power I hold, even though I’m the one on my knees right now.
He’s pumping his hips as I feel the velvety skin of his dick. I feel the piercing as I scrape my teeth slightly on his length, something I’ve learned sets him off and he rewards me with a guttural moan.
“Yeah, Firefly, right there.” I move a hand toward his balls and squeeze.
He pulls me off him and I can’t help the confusion that probably takes over my expression.
“I want to come in that pussy tonight,” he says as he pulls me upright and picks me up. The way he easily lifts me, you’d think I weigh nothing, and to him, that could easily be the case.
He places me on the table and opens my legs wide. He looks at my body as if he’s mesmerized. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. Did sucking me off make you hot?” He stares at me, stroking himself.
I’m squirming, anticipating the feel of him. Since he went bare inside me, we’ve gone without a condom a few more times and I crave him that way more often than not.
“Look at the way you’re staring at my dick, like you’re starving for me.” He glides himself through my folds and I arch my back, pinching my nipples.
“Please, Tucker. I need you. Fuck me,” I beg.
Without warning, he thrusts inside me and I’m so full, it’s perfection and bliss all in one.
“This is my pussy,” he says and he begins a punishing pace that’s addicting. I wrap my legs around his middle and lock them. The slapping of skin and our moans get louder as we chase our high. I swear this kitchen table is moving across the floor as his thrusts get stronger and I don’t even care.
“Fuck, Baylee, you better get there, baby,” he says.
All of a sudden, he’s grabbing me and moving me toward the wall. He’s fucking me up against it and it’s so fucking hot knowing he’s got this kind of strength. I can feel all of him perfectly.
He’s moving his lips down my neck, nipping as he goes along my jaw to my collarbone, then bringing his hand to my breast and pinching my nipple. I scream out as that jolt causes me to feel it down to my pussy.
This angle hits perfectly as his cock is rubbing on my G-spot and soon I’m seeing stars and screaming as I climax.
His thrusts start to quicken and he’s soon pumping harder, falling off his own cliff.
I feel the warmth of his cum shooting into me and I pull his lips into a punishing kiss.
I have no idea how each time feels better than the last .
Once we come down from our high, he puts me down and I stand against the wall, breathing heavily and trying to find the strength to stand on solid ground.
“Fuck, Baylee, watching my cum running down your thighs is fucking addicting,” he says, as he catches his breath while trailing kisses down my jaw.
I’m still panting, feeling like my limbs are Jello at this point. Without another word, he carries me to the shower, where we wash each other off and I fall asleep within minutes of my head hitting the pillow.
Hours go by, but I’m woken up by the sound of Tucker’s voice on the phone.
“Yes, this is he.”
It’s a one-sided conversation. What’s going on?
“Where is she?”
Is it still dark out? I reach to grab my phone from my side of the bed and see it’s only one-thirteen in the morning.
“Yeah, I’ll be right there. In the ER?”
He’s getting out of bed and putting on his clothes.
I rub my eyes and sit up. “What happened?”
“My mom’s in the hospital. I have to get to her.”