Crossroads

Ch. 46: Our Girl

"Kimani, please." I whined as I held my two week old baby boy in my arms. I was at home in bed trying to breastfeed him but he was screaming at the top of his lungs. I didn't know what was his problem.

Daniel sat at the foot of the bed and watched as I tried to get Kimani to latch onto my breast to no avail. I sighed, defeated. I was supporting his head with my left hand and used my right hand to hold my left breast to his mouth but he moved his head and continued screaming bloody murder.

"He's probably had enough, Indie. Hand him to me." Daniel stood and I allowed him to pick up Kimani from my arms.

I sighed and tucked some loose hairs behind my ear. I was still on bed rest from my injuries. It hurt to do anything else. I was being babysat by my mom and Daniel ever since our discharge from the hospital. I didn't even care to tuck my breast back into the oversized wife beater I wore. I was sure I looked a complete mess.

I watched Daniel as he whispered sweet things to Kimani before laying him down. He kept talking to the screaming newborn and I rubbed my temples. He was driving me insane. I haven't slept a wink since we've been home.

Daniel took Kimani's two little legs in both of his hands and pulled and pushed them in a circular motion like he was pedaling a bicycle. I watched him, curious on what he was doing.

"Come on. Work those legs, my boy. Give that tummy some relief." Daniel said to him. His crying had stopped and he was now just staring at Daniel with his beautiful hazel eyes. That seemed to be the only trait he picked up from his father. He honestly looked like my me when I was a child.

I smiled at the constipated look on his cute little face. After a moment of Daniel moving his legs I heard Kimani release a big and loud fart. I gasped and clasped a hand over my mouth. Kimani let out a satisfied murmur and smiled a gummy smile at Daniel.

"See. There you go. You feel all better, huh? Mommy just needs to have a little bit more patience." Daniel spoke to Kimani in a baby voice. "Yes, she does." He smiled and rubbed on my baby's protruding belly. He picked him back up from off the bed and held him to his chest, making sure to support his little head.

"You're literally the best." I pouted. "Is there anything you can't do?"

Daniel chuckled and bounced slightly to provide Kimani some extra comfort. "I can't seem to release myself from your shackles. That's one thing."

I smirked. I still hadn't decided on whether I was ready to get back with Daniel yet. I didn't have much time to think about any of that the past couple weeks. I was too busy healing and bonding with my son. But all his nurturing and support definitely wasn't going unnoticed. He looked so adorable in his grey sweatpants and olive green hoodie. Either he made anything look good, or my hormones were exaggerating. The way he treated Kimani definitely made me want to give him a baby of his own. He was so perfect.

There was a sudden knock on the door. Daniel glanced at me and nodded his head toward my chest telling me to fix my tits into my shirt. I obliged and quickly did so as the door slowly opened and Khalil peeped his head in.

"Hey," he said as he entered. His eyes shifted between Daniel and me and he took a seat in the pink swivel chair at my vanity.

"Wassup." Daniel replied and handed Kimani over to him. I've told him before that he didn't have to do that whenever Khalil came around but he insisted. He was behaving as if my child was borrowed goods until the rightful owner, Khalil, returned. Yet, I couldn't blame him. I put him and myself in that situation.

Khalil accepted his son with open arms and kissed all over his face. "Hi, peanut. You missed your daddy?"

"I'm gonna head out, okay?" Daniel said as he walked over to me.