Walk

Thirty-Four\\

Slim\\

As soon as I got home a week later, Jason surprised me with a room for Katelyn that was newly painted and decorated with a crib and toys. Because the smell of the paint was still evident in the room, I refused to let Katelyn sleep in there, but I made sure Jason knew I appreciated it.

I was so happy that Jason was being such a good father for Kate. He bought a car seat, a new car, and a shitload of baby food. He had all that new baby stuff that the pediatrician recommended we get if we wanted Katelyn to be a healthy child and made sure we had a lot of it. He was helping to change her diaper, which he slowly learned to do, and was buying all these new clothes.

I didn't ask questions because he said Macy's paid a lot for his work and it wasn't much of a surprise that Jason had money. I mean, he used to be in a gang and they did have a lot of shit that might've been unnecessary to have. Besides, I was too grateful to even make assumptions.

"So, what do we do?" Jason asked as I sat down on the living room couch.

"Well, first I'd like a shower. I smell like a fucking hospital." I said, scratching the back of my neck. I felt icky and I always hated the smell of hospitals. Trust me, I was no stranger to hospitals, but every fucking time I went to one, I always felt sick and queezy. I mean, they had a fucking room in the basement that was full of dead bodies and shit. Would you feel safe in a building that had dead bodies?

"Can I join you?" Jason asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes playfully and shook my head.

"We're parents now and I don't think it's fine to fuck with a baby in the room. Besides, Stella and Daphne said that we can't fuck for a good six weeks. We got like ... five more to go." I shrugged. "Sorry."

"Okay then how about you jack me off while I play with your nips?" Jason asked, twiddling his fingers.

"How about no?' I laughed. "Stay here and get to know Katelyn. I think y'all are still strangers to each other."

"Babe, I seen her naked, not on no pedo shit, and I'm her pops. She legitimately came out of my nuts. I held her for a good few hours before you took her. If anything, you need to talk to her more." Jason shrugged. "Y'all seem like strangers to me."

"She sucked my breast." I scowled. "And--"

"What's that supposed to mean? I sucked your breast too."

"Shut up." I chuckled. "And technically, I held her all my life. Women hold their egg cells all their lives and I carried her all those nine months and pushed her big ass head, which she gets from you, through my vagina. So I'm going to take a fucking shower, okay, and you will sit here and talk to our daughter and cuddle with her and show her love and all that good shit. Okay? And if not, I won't suck your dick anymore. And you won't be allowed to suck on my boobies."

"No, not the boobies!" Jason faked a groan and threw his head back. "Fine. I'll watch her while you shower."

"Good." I glared at him before I stood up and made my way to the bathroom, leaving Jason alone with Katelyn.

I hopped in the shower and washed all the dirt and stench of hospital off of me. I washed my hair and shaved my body, which was becoming hairy from laying in bed for a whole week.

I stepped out the shower and wrapped a towel around me. My hair cascaded down in long, wet locks. I walked out the bathroom and through the house with my towel covering my naked body.

I stopped at the doorway of the kitchen and peered through to see Jason holding Katelyn up and mumbling baby words to her.

"Who's daddy's little girl? You are. You are!" He cooed as she giggled. "Who's gonna put a bullet through a guy's head if they hurt you? Daddy is. Daddy is!"