Garcia

You ready to go?” It’s 2000 hours and Kimber is bending over the hospital bed dressing Grayson in what she calls his going home outfit, which is somehow more important than the other two hundred outfits he has. Grayson doesn’t seem to give a shit about his clothes right now, he’s in a milk coma with his limp arms splayed out on his sides and tiny mouth hanging open.

Kimber looks at me sideways with a, I’ll-never-be-ready-for-this look and I know exactly how she feels. Things have gone perfectly here in the safety of the hospital with nurses and doctors to reassure us that what we are doing is right. When we go home and it’s just the three of us who will we turn to when we have a question or a problem? Who’s going to tell us oh that’s totally normal or, oh no, that’s too much or too hot or too tight?

I come from a big family but my parents weren’t the ones raising us. Dad was busy running a drug-dealing empire and covering it up with a fake Fortune Five Hundredinsurance company. Mom was busy making sure dad was always happy. They were the worst kind of criminals because they were considered white-collar and blue-collar criminals. Nannies and security guards raised the six of us except for the three or four hours after dad got home from work every night. That was family time according to my dad but we didn’t play Yahtzee or watch TV like the other kids.

Kimber doesn’t know about my family. I haven’t lied to her, I just didn’t tell her the whole truth. She knows I don’t get along with them due to moral beliefs and a less than appealing upbringing and that’s true. But she doesn’t know the details and that’s for her own good.

“I know, I’m nervous too but we’re going to handle this together. Everything we do we do better together, remember?”

“Yes, you’re right, people have been doing this for millions of years. We are two well educated intelligent adults, this little guy isn’t going to bring us to our knees.” She taps Grayson on the nose and he makes a little grunting sound but his eyes stay closed.

The only time that kid opens them is to scream to be fed and then he slips right back into a coma after he eats. Can’t say I blame him though, if I got to snuggle with Kimber’s breasts every time I ate I’d weigh five hundred pounds and I’d be the happiest and the fattest Marine in the Corps.

“On your knees…” I say wistfully starting up a daydream in my head about Kimber dressed in sexy black lingerie with stockings and garter belts and stiletto heels kneeling in front of me about to wrap her perfect red lips around my thick cock.

I met Kimber when she was five months pregnant so we haven’t had the opportunity to explore sex without our little cock-blocker. She looked fantastic pregnant, I mean drop-dead gorgeous supermodel-having-a-baby kind of fantastic, but I’m really looking forward to pulling out all the stops with her in that department as soon as she’s able.

She’s amazing, you’d hardly know she just had a baby. She works out every day. Even through her pregnancy she had her workout modified every few weeks so she could keep it up. Before she had Grayson she looked like a healthy, sexy, woman who swallowed a beach ball and now that the ball is gone and she’s left with long lean muscles, breasts that have to be two sizes larger, and an ass so perky you could set a glass of water on it.

“I think I might be able to arrange that.” She winks snapping me out of my fantasy and my cock twitches. I wouldn’t ask that of her mere days after having a baby but knowing that she’s willing makes me hard as fuck.

Her eyes drop to where my cock is growing harder by the second in my jeans and she licks her lips.

“Stop, it’s not nice to tease, another lesson we can teach our son.”

She straightens up and I drag my gaze down her body and back to her shining green eyes. She’s wearing her own clothes for the first time since she delivered Grayson. Her lightweight black sleeveless sweater clings to her augmented breasts and her jeans hug every luscious curve of her body and she’s even wearing heels. She really doesn’t look like she had a baby. If someone saw her carrying Grayson they’d think she was a visitor ogling somebody else’s kid.

“Who’s teasin’?” She places one hand on her hip pushing it out to the side making her curves even more irresistible.

“You might not think so but you are. Even if we had the time, which I don’t think we will.” I glance over at our sleeping son and back to her. “You’re not supposed to do anything for six weeks.”

“I’m not supposed to do anything down here,” she makes a circle in the air around her apex. “But there’s no reason I can’t do anything here,” she makes the same motion but around her mouth this time.

I groan and switch my weight from one foot to the other uncomfortable with the situation going on in my pants. I’d love to fuck her pretty mouth right here before we leave the hospital so I don’t have to drive all the way home with my newborn son sporting a giant boner.

But I won’t because that’s not the kind of animal I am. I’m a combination of a monkey and a tiger according to my friends, a miger. I’m always the clown, confident, the center of attention but if I’m on your side, and you want me on your side, nobody’s fucking with you if I can help it.

“We’ve got all the time in the world, baby. Let’s go home and snuggle, I miss sleeping next to you.”

A quick upturn of the corners of her mouth is her tell and she just told me with that slight movement that I’m doing the right thing. She’s exhausted and stressed out trying to please everyone all the time like she does. Kimber’s a giver not a taker, one of the few I’ve ever known. That’s how I know she’s going to be the best mother ever.

She glances at the clock and then Grayson and then the door while I’m making sure all of our things are packed up. She thinks I don’t notice. She’s waiting, hoping maybe, that Caleb will show up before we leave to meet his biological son. The son he left her over, the one he doesn’t want and the one I would already give my life to protect.

I don’t understand why she even called and told him. At first I thought it was out of obligation but the disappointment that she seemed to feel when she got his voicemail was surprising.

He’s a douchebag who accused his own wife of tricking him into having a baby. They had been married for three years and she was on birth control but that’s not always 100% effective. Caleb seemed to think it was, however. They had planned on having kids in the future. I don’t know why a surprise pregnancy was such a big deal.

I have my theories, though. I think he had a sidepiece that thought she was going to be the next Mrs. Caleb Johnson and if she found out that the real Mrs. Johnson was pregnant, she would have dropped him like a hot coal.

The sidepiece thinks she won that battle but she’s so wrong. I’m the winner, I got the loving gorgeous mother-to-be and sidepiece got a cheating bag of shit. Karma’s a bitch. It won’t take him long to find somebody to replace the blonde bimbo with if he hasn’t already.

“Did he ever call you back?” I don’t look at her when I ask. I don’t want to see if her face falls in disappointment if that’s how she feels.

“Who?”

“Kim, you know who. Caleb. Did he ever return your call?”

“No.”

I can’t take it anymore. I turn and face her where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed with her hands on either side of her on the mattress and her head bowed. Her hair falls around her face shielding her from me but I know she’s in pain. I know this because she’s supporting some of her weight with her arms and hiding behind her hair. I pay attention, I listen, I practically worship the ground she walks on but I’ll never understand what she saw in Caleb.

“Why didn’t you take the pain medicine the nurse offered you?” I close the distance between us and sit next to her carefully so I won’t move the bed and cause her more pain. The last thing I ever want to do to this woman is cause her pain.

“I didn’t want to be all doped up when we took Grayson home.”

I slide my hand under her hair and place it over her shoulder so I can see her profile. She doesn’t look at me.

“Baby, we don’t keep secrets from each other, right?”

“No.”

“Then will you please tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours? You got me over here thinking you’re having second thoughts about us. You said you didn’t want him to be involved, right? Have you changed your mind?”

A giant tear rolls down her cheek and plops onto her thigh soaking a spot on her jeans the size of a dime. Please God, don’t let this be happening.

She sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. How can such an ordinary thing like wiping her nose be so attractive?

“I’m so confused, Julián. I had no doubts before he was born that I didn’t want Caleb to be involved but when I saw Grayson’s beautiful little face I felt, I don’t know, I guess I felt sad. Not for me but for Grayson. I felt an obligation to my son to give his biological father one last chance to be a part of his life and he didn’t want it. How can you not want your own baby? I don’t understand it…” She begins to cry and I pull her in under my chin and hold her tight.

She’s a good woman. Even after all he put her through abandoning her when she found out she was pregnant, hooking up with a slut who can’t hold a candle to Kimber’s beauty, and parading around with her on his arm like he was the fucking king of the world at their friends wedding. He makes me sick.

But Kimber was willing to put all of her pain and suffering aside for her son by offering an olive branch so Grayson could know him.

I’m glad he didn’t call. Grayson doesn’t need a shitty influence like him anyway. Blood isn’t always thicker. Nobody knows that better than me.