Once we removed the fucking tape, Jackson was so excited, I let him pilfer through the package. I’m sure it’s just another baby gift for Sebastian. Our house is practically overrun with swaddling blankets and bibs at this point.

He tossed a note behind his shoulder so I picked it up from the floor and slid the notecard from the envelope, letting Jackson continue with the gift.

Garrett is always short, sweet, and very direct. My husband is a breast man and lucky for him, I’m stacked—especially these days—and I love when he gives them his undivided attention. Heat rushes up my neck into my cheeks as I tuck the card back inside the envelope imagining Garrett’s large hands on my body.

"Oh, can I wear?" Jackson draws my attention away from my lustful thoughts.

I glance up having momentarily forgotten about the box entirely.

Jackson is holding up a lingerie set—it’s black and sheer and the fabric over the area where my breasts should be, is completely missing.

"Oh my," Jane says, covering her mouth.

My eyes widen and I reach to grab the lingerie from Jackson's hands but he steps back and my body slumps down to the hardwood floor.

"Jackson, that's for Mommy." My tone is calm and cool even if I'm secretly mortified and want to scream at him to give it back.

"I hope that's from my son," Jane says and chuckles.

"Jane," I sigh, not even sure how to respond to that.

I set my gaze back on Jackson who is now putting his arms through the straps of the skimpiest piece of lingerie I've ever seen.

"Jackson." I bite out as low as I can so that Jane doesn't think I'm raising my voice.

He smiles and twirls like a ballerina. "Pretty."

He may be spending way too much time with the Kent girls.

"It's very pretty,” I say. “Now pass it to Mommy.”

"I'm not sure it's meant to be pretty." Jane stands up, obviously giving up the fight of waiting Sebastian’s nap out. "I should go. We have the book club meeting this evening. I’d have watched the boys for you tonight, since my son..." she eyes the small piece of fabric I'm untangling from around Jackson…"has plans of his own, but I'm the leader tonight." She smiles and I can see that I’m not going to live this one down for a while.

"Mommy I want it," Jackson whines and there's that trembling lip coming out to wreak havoc on my heart again. This kid has learned way to early how to toy with my emotions.

"This is special, Jackson. Daddy got it for Mommy." I fold it, although it doesn't really allow for folding thanks to the underwires that are supposed to keep my tits looking like they did before the two boys came along. "Say goodbye to Grandma."

"No." He crosses his arms and stomps one foot down.

"Yes," I say patiently, placing the lingerie on the counter and turning him by the shoulders Jane's way.

I lightly push on his back and his sock covered feet slide along the floor to Jane, his arms remaining crossed over his chest.

"Bye, darling. I'll be back tomorrow." She holds out her arms and I push Jackson into her embrace. Squeezing him tight, she kisses the top of his head and ignores the fact that he never reciprocates.

"Jackson, stop it." I demand, but the tears are starting and soon the screaming is going to commence. My gaze shoots to Sebastian who rarely ever sleeps. "Here." I rush to the cabinet and pull out a sucker.

Jackson smiles, unwrapping it and putting it in his mouth.

You can stick the #1 Mom badge on me any time you like.

"Bye, Jane. Thanks for the offer to watch them."

I’m being generous since it wasn’t even an offer…more like dangling the carrot. Who brings false hope to a mom with an angst-ridden teenager, a toddler, and a six-week-old?

"I know. The darn book club, but it's only once a month." She walks toward the front door.

"I understand."

No, I really don't.

She opens the screen door. "Bye, Jackson!" she calls back over her shoulder and Sebastian starts crying.

My shoulders sag and I close my eyes and inhale a long breath.

"He picks now to wake up. Just when I'm leaving." Jane shakes her head as though she can't walk back in and take him for a while. "Tell my son to behave himself." She laughs, heading out to the car.

With a long sigh, I shut the door then scramble into the family room where Jackson is staring at Sebastian.

What a cute sibling moment, I reach for my phone on the counter.

Coming close, I take a few pictures of Jackson smiling down at his brother's bassinet. As I step even closer, trying to get some from a different angle, I notice that the sucker I gave Jackson in Sebastian's mouth.

"NO!" I scream, my phone dropping to the floor.

I grab the white stick and pull it out of Sebastian's mouth. He starts screaming again.

Jackson freezes, staring at me.

"We've talked about this Jackson! Sebastian cannot have any food yet."

"He stopped crying."

The kid has a point.

"Yes, but he's too little. If you want to give him something when he's crying, you give him the pacifier." I dig it out of the bassinet and hold it up for him.

Jackson’s bottom lip trembles and tears sprinkle down over his chubby cheeks as he makes his way over to sulk on the couch.

"Buddy," I say, following him after Sebastian is satisfied with his pacifier.

"I hate him." Jackson says, curling his small body into the crook of the couch.

Yep, I've officially ruined my four-year-olds life.

"You don't mean that." I wrap my arm around him the best I can, but he slinks further away from me.

Sebastian starts crying and I close my eyes to grasp what little patience I have left.

"I'll be right back." I say, kissing his temple.

He says nothing and I rise from the couch, feeling like the worst mom that ever walked the planet.

Scooping up Sebastian, I transfer him to the change pad on the living room floor, finding the reason he was screaming—he's wet.

As I’m finishing up my phone dings and I grab it from the floor where I dropped it when I thought my newborn was choking on a sucker.

The screen is cracked.

Great, Garrett's going to have a field day with this one.

Low and behold the text is from my Sexy Beast.

Garrett - Tracking says the gift was delivered?

I've mastered the art of holding a baby and texting with one hand, but I need to be sitting down so I take a seat on the couch.

Me: A little warning next time. Jackson opened the box...in front of your mom.

Garrett: I think Jackson and Sebastian are proof that we aren't sleeping in separate beds.

Me: Still I don’t think your mom needed the image of me wearing lingerie in her head.

Garrett: Babe, you're killing me. I just landed and I have a two-hour ride before I get home. All that's gotten me through these last few days is knowing I'll be inside you tonight.

Me: You act like you’ve been suffering.

I laugh because we'd teetered on the edge of going against medical advice after I was put on bed rest during my pregnancy with Sebastian. We had sex right up to the day Jackson was born, but Sebastian’s pregnancy was more difficult.

My eyes flick to Jackson and there he is asleep on the couch. One down.

I laugh, shaking my head.

I place my phone down and ponder what to do. Jackson is fast asleep and Sebastian is wide awake. Isn't that always the case? I stand up, place a blanket on Jackson and take Sebastian upstairs for some shower and shave time with Mommy. On the way to the kitchen, the charred chicken nuggets on the cookie sheet remind me that Jackson still hasn't eaten.

Damn it. Just when I was starting to feel like I was getting control of my day.