Esme's cries wake me up, I check the time it's 5.30 in the morning, it's only been three hours since she was last up for a feed. "Is she okay, baby?" Luke asks from the fold out bed, the man refused to go home when I told him to.
"Yeah, I think she's hungry again" I tell him as I lift Esme up and cradle her in my arms before I sit back down adjusting my pj top releasing my breast to her she latches on and I feel Luke's presence next to me. "I still can't believe she's here" he whispers stroking her cheek.
"I know" I smile.
"Do you think we'll be able to go home today?" He asks.
"Yeah, probably. They'll have to do tests on the baby before they let her go though" I tell him.
"Tests? What kind of tests?" Luke asks me.
"Hearing tests and that, all just to make sure she's okay, that's all" I tell him.
"Oh, okay"
"They also take baby's first photo's too" I tell him. "They do the cutest little sets ups" I tell him.
"You're gonna spend a fortune on those pics aren't you?" Luke teases.
I giggle. "No" I lie. "Well, maybe a little"
He chuckles, I look down to our girl when I feel that she's not sucking anymore. I gently manoeuvre her so I can wind her, I rub her back until she doesn't burp any more. Just as I'm about to lie her back down in the bassinet she farts loud enough for us both to hear.
I chuckle as does Luke. "Oh, my god. The arse on her" Luke cries.
"Deffo takes after her daddy" I tease.
Luke scoffs. "As if, you win that hands down"
"How do you know? I've never farted in front of you" I cry.
"You have in your sleep" he chuckles.
"I have not" I protest.
"Oh, yes you have" he chuckles then starts singing. "She's got an arse like a sewer, arse like a seewwwer, she's got an arse like sewer"
The fucking fuck?
"How fucking dare you, you cheeky shit" I whisper hiss.
"I'm joking, beauty. Calm that smelly arse down" he chuckles.
That's it, the cheeky bastard...
"Get fucked" I hiss.
"Oh, come on. I was joking" he chuckles.
I get into bed turning away from him. "Beauty, come on" he sighs and I feel his hand on my arse
"Better move your hand, you don't want your hand to smell like a sewer do you?" I growl.
"Are you taking the piss?" he chuckles humourlessly.
I ignore him. "Fine, I'll go home" he growls.
I open my mouth to tell him not to go but nothing comes out. "I love you, beauty. You and your smelly stubborn arse" he says before the door shuts.
The cheeky little shit...
"Your daddy is the one with the smelly arse, not mummy" I tell our sleeping daughter.
I watch Esme until my eyes slowly close and fall asleep. It doesn't feel like I've been asleep for long when I hear voices in the room with me. My eyes open and I sit up quickly not knowing who is in the room with me, there sat on the rocking chair in the corner is Maria holding my daughter. "Hey" I whisper. "Is she okay? I didn't hear her stir"
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Luke & His Runaway Love (Book Two Of The "And His" Series) (WIP)
Romance**READ SAINT & HIS HAPPILY EVER AFTER FIRST** You should believe that whoever is meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, regardless of how far they wander. Luke: I've always wanted to be a police officer, ever since I was a...
