Page 26 of Cupid
Jude grinned. “Not all of it. But I have a feeling the mischievous side will be all Cupid. The Smiths are pretty chill.”
Just then, the baby started to wail, reminding us that he was wet, hungry, or both.
I grinned at Dad and winked. “Oh, that’s definitely a Smith cry right there. Sounds just like you when you realize there aren’t any more brownies or after watching the last episode of your favorite show.”
Jude lifted his arms toward Dad. “Speaking of…gimme my son. He needs to eat, and you two need to get me a snack. I’m starving.”
TWENTY
JUDE
Becoming a dad was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Right there next to meeting Arrow.
Falling into a routine with a newborn at home was easier than I expected. I thought it would be difficult to handle the constant feedings and constant diaper changes and constant…everything.
But Arrow was able to take time off work after Christmas and that allowed us to tag team on all the new tasks that had been added to our lives. The daily loads of laundry. Changing sheets in the bassinet at least twice a day. Cooking more neutral-flavored meals since I didn’t have the crazy cravings anymore and Archer didn’t like when I ate too many spices. It required a bit more reading about foods that kept my milk neutral, and that helped me ensure he and I both had a healthy diet.
“Mmm, that smells good.” Arrow came up behind me while I stood at the stove. He rested his chin on my shoulder as he tried to peek inside. “Whatcha making?”
“Chicken and rice.” I lifted the lid of the sauté pan so he could take a look at the strips of chicken breast browning inside. “My favorite.”
Arrow kissed my shoulder and took a step back. “That’s my favorite too. Sounds delicious.”
“Do you know what else I think sounds delicious? I took a step back so my ass was pressed against his crotch. “You.”
“Now you’re talking.” Arrow wrapped his hands around me, his right hand splayed across my stomach and his left hand cupping my cock as it began to thicken. “I don’t think you’re ready for penetration yet, but I’m sure I can satisfy my omega in other ways.”
I turned in his arms and rested my elbows on his shoulders then leaned in for a kiss. “You always do.”
“And I always will.” He nipped my lower lip. “If you think we have enough time, I’ll drop to my knees right now and get your first orgasm out of the way.”
I chuckled and glanced up at the clock. “First? How many are you talking?”
Arrow shrugged. “It’s been three weeks now, and you were accustomed to coming two or three times a day for a while there. That’s a good 60 or 70, at least.”
Now a full laugh rumbled out of me, and I just shook my head. “Then yeah, probably no time for that right now, but maybe after dinner.”
“No maybe about it, sweetheart. As soon as Archer is down for the night, you’re all mine.”
An inappropriate gush of slick coated my insides and began to drip out of me.
Waiting another three weeks for the doctor to give the green light for anal might not be possible.
In what we had come to expect as incredible cock-blocking senses, Archer cried out from the nursery, informing us that his evening nap was officially over and he was ready to be fed and cuddled.
“That’s for me.” I kissed Arrow briefly and pointed to the pan. “Cut open a piece of chicken in two minutes. If it looks like it’s done, go ahead and take it off the heat. I think they should all be good but double check. The rice will be finished in…” I glanced at the rice cooker and read the display. “Seven minutes.”
“I’m on it, sweetheart. Don’t you worry about a thing.”
As I walked down the hall to get the baby, a sense of pure joy settled within me. I realized that I would never have to worry with Arrow at my side. He took care of everything that needed to be done, and the things that he couldn’t do, he was completely supportive for me to do…or he found somebody else that could step in.
I was incredibly lucky that fate had chosen me to be his partner. There was no one else in this world I would rather be with.
“Shh, shh.” I pulled Archer out of the bassinet and held him close to me. “I’ve got you, baby. You’ll always be my most precious Christmas gift ever.”
After settling into the rocking chair that Arrow had made with his own two hands, I brought Archer to my chest, allowing him to latch on and suckle the milk that only I could provide for him. An extension of the nutrients I had been providing for him since the moment he was conceived.
These quiet moments that we had together were so precious. I spent every second of his feedings just staring at his perfectly shaped ears, the fine layer of peach fuzz that coated his chubby cheeks and pretty much every other inch of his body. His fingernails were like miniature replicas of my hands. But his were paper-thin and razor-sharp. They seemed to double in length on the daily and could slice through skin, his and ours, as if they were tiny machetes. And don’t get me started on those adorable little toes. I finally understood why people liked to put baby feet in their mouths. They were just so round and fluffy. I wanted to eat them up.
