Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Josie
Three Weeks Postpartum
Beep, beep, beep…
A groan comes from beside me, before warmth covers my back. Monty’s arms wrapping around my side, sliding up to cup my breast as he buries his face into my neck.
“I don’t know what I hate more, tiny human alarm clocks or work alarm clocks,” he peppers one kiss after another on my neck. A shiver runs down my spine, tilting my head to give him better access. Reveling in the feel of his mouth on my skin.
The tell tale pull in my breasts begins to happen, causing a groan to leave me.
“Where’s my pump?” Hayes hasn’t stirred yet, and I’m a firm believer of not waking a sleeping baby. So pumping it is. “I’ve got about a minute before my tits start leaking like a waterfall.”
Throwing the blanket off me, I go to roll toward the edge of the bed to get up when Monty’s grip tightens on me. He keeps pulling until I’m on my back, the next minute his lips hover over mine.
He closes the distance, kissing me softly. Taking his time with every stroke of his tongue before pulling away and smirking at me.
“Let me help you, mama.” a squeak leaves my lips as he pulls down my tank top, the cold air making my nipples harden. My breast swells, and the warm white liquid begins to bead and run down my breast.
His head dips down and his tongue follows the trail my milk has made up until he latches on my breast. His tongue circles around my hardened peak before he sucks, the tingling feeling of the breast milk flowing from my chest. The relief of each pull receding the fullness I was once feeling.
Monty groans as the creamy liquid coats his mouth, he takes a few pulls before releasing my breast and moving to the other. My fingers run through his hair before holding on as he continues to suck.
In the next moment, the cries of Hayes come through the monitor, snapping us back to attention. Monty pops off, quickly pecking me on the lips before jumping out of bed.
His hard cock tents his pajama bottoms, my eyes trailing the outline. Heat pools in my core as I remember all the filthy things he can do with it, until a pinch in my lower abdomen reminds me I'm still healing.
Stupid incision.
My eyes connecting with his, I see the mutual heat shining in his before he winks then disappears out the door. Sighing, I put my shirt back in place. Shimmying up the bed as best I can, resting my back against the headboard before reaching for my phone, and scroll through Capture.
I pass picture after picture, my main feed always giving me a little bit of everything. A picture of Indian food appears on my screen and I begin to salivate at the thought of buttered chicken. I make a mental note to beg Monty to bring home take out this Friday to celebrate his first week back.
Or maybe Evie and I can take the boys to go get it as a surprise.
I put a mental pin in that for later just as Monty saunters in the room with a fussy Hayes.
“Come here little one and let momma feed you,” Monty quickly places him in my arms before heading to the dresser. I release my breast from my shirt and Hayes latches on with enthusiasm. I hear the sound of each pull as he begins to feed.
“Once I’m dressed, I’ll get Loh up before coming back for you guys.” He says over his shoulder as he drops his pajamas flashing me his toned ass. Quickly hopping into a pair of briefs and jeans he continues, “then we can have breakfast, get Loh on the bus …”
He asks it like a question, but he knows that's what I want to do so I smile and nod when he looks back at me.
Throwing on his shirt he disappears again to get Shiloh up and ready for the day.
I sit there and watch my son as he takes his fill of milk.
His hands in little fists as he grunts after every pull.
His face begins to turn a shade of red, as he struggles.
I pop him off my breast before putting him on my shoulder and patting his back.
Hayes' tiny body curls before I not only hear it, but I feel it as he lets go.
Yup, the glory of babies. They aren’t just all cute little nuggets. They can be some of the loudest poopers.
Thankfully, I have a basket on my night table for this exact situation. So quickly I grab a new diaper and sleeper and get to work.
Once Hayes is all changed and in a new outfit, I place him in the middle of the bed so that I can go get my own clothes and change.
There’s a sharp pain in my stomach as I maneuver him over to the mattress.
I hear the door open before, and before I can act innocent I hear the stern tones in his voice.
“Christ Jojo, you couldn’t wait for me to come get him?
” Flinching slightly as I try to right myself, which causes more pulls at my incision.
I probably should have waited, but I thought I could place him down at least and start to change.
The slight throb in my pelvic area telling me I was wrong.
I avoid his eyes as I finally sit up right, picking off nonexistent threads from our comforter.
A heavy sigh leaves Monty and he cups my jaw in his hand, tilting my head up so I can look at him. “You have to be more careful. I don’t want you popping your stitches or getting an infection that’s going to prolong your healing.”
He’s right.
“I’m sorry. I thought this was something that I could manage so I could at least get dressed before you come back.” Sincerity flowing through me, that I hope he reads.
Leaning down he presses his lips to mine. “I get it, but until the doctor says otherwise can you please just wait and let me help you? Let Evie help you?”
Nodding my head, I agree.
“Good. Now go get dressed, I’ll go put him in the swing.” Monty places a quick kiss to my nose then my lips before leaning over and picking up Hayes.
Once I’m alone I walk over and pick up a pair of yoga pants, black crew shirt and my favorite light blue cardigan and make quick work to get changed.
I hear the low murmurs of conversation coming from the kitchen as I make my way down the hallway.
Shiloh tells Monty about his dream he had last night.
Once in the kitchen I make my way over to the counter and see that the coffee hasn't been turned on yet so I open the cupboard to grab the coffee grounds and filters.
Just as I get the coffee pot on, I hear the doorbell ring.