Her Dad's Best Friend

Aiden's Welcome

A few weeks had passed since Aiden's birth, and life had settled into a gentle rhythm. The late nights and early mornings, the soft coos, the tiny fingers grasping at anything they could—Aiden had already stolen our hearts. I sat on the couch, cradling him against my chest, watching as his little eyelids fluttered in sleep. He was perfect, his tiny body curled up against me, and I still couldn't believe he was ours.

Jordan walked into the room, his eyes lighting up at the sight of us. "How's my boy doing?" he asked softly, coming over to sit beside me.

"Fast asleep," I whispered with a smile. "Just like his daddy."

Jordan grinned, leaning in to kiss me gently on the lips. "I'll take him to his crib. You've been holding him all day," he said, his voice tender as he carefully scooped Aiden into his arms. Watching Jordan with our son always melted me; there was something so gentle, so caring in how he held him.

We had named him Aiden—a name that felt strong, like the life we were building. And today was special. Today, our families were coming to meet him for the first time.

As the day unfolded, the house was filled with excited voices, laughter, and the soft murmur of adoration. Jordan's family and mine gathered around Aiden, who was passed from one pair of arms to another, showered in love.

My dad, who had been so tense when he first found out about Jordan and me, now held his grandson with a soft smile on his face. His walls had crumbled, and I could see how much Aiden had softened him.

"He's beautiful, Hailey," my dad said, his voice thick with emotion. "You and Jordan did good."

I smiled, leaning my head against Jordan's shoulder as we watched my dad rock Aiden in his arms. "Thanks, Dad."

Jordan's parents had been equally overjoyed. His mom had already swooped in with advice about everything from feeding to diaper changes, while his dad, a man of few words, simply smiled and nodded, his pride evident in the way he looked at Aiden.

The day passed in a blur of family and celebration, and by the time the sun began to set, the house was quiet again. Aiden was tucked safely into his crib, his soft breathing filling the room. I stood by the door for a moment, just watching him, feeling a sense of peace wash over me.

Jordan came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "He's perfect, isn't he?" he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.

I leaned back against him, closing my eyes. "He is."

Jordan gently pulled me away from the door, leading me down the hall to our bedroom. The moment the door clicked shut, the tension between us shifted. Weeks of sleepless nights, the stress of caring for a newborn, and the overwhelming emotions of being new parents had left little room for anything else. But now, with Aiden peacefully sleeping, the air between us buzzed with unspoken need.

Jordan's hands slid down my waist, his touch slow and deliberate. "You've been amazing these last few weeks," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "But I've missed you, Hailey."

I turned in his arms, my body pressing against his, heat pooling in my core at the way he looked at me. "I've missed you too," I whispered, my hands finding their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

The kiss started soft, but quickly deepened, his hands exploring my body with a hunger that matched my own. We hadn't had time for this—time for us—since Aiden had been born. But now, as his hands roamed my body, as he pressed me down onto the bed, I realized how much I had craved this. Him.

His lips moved to my neck, trailing hot kisses down my skin, while his hands tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head. I gasped as he kissed his way down my chest, his touch igniting a fire that I had almost forgotten existed in the chaos of new motherhood.

"Damn," he muttered against my skin, his breath hot as he nipped at my collarbone. "I've been waiting for this."

I arched against him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer, needing him like I needed air. "Jordan..."

His name left my lips in a breathless whisper, and he growled low in response, pulling my pants down in one swift motion. His hands found their way to my thighs, parting them as he settled between my legs, his eyes dark with desire.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice full of reverence as he leaned down to kiss me again, this time slower, deeper. "I love you, Hailey."

"I love you too," I breathed, my body arching into his as he slid inside me, filling me completely.

The world faded away as we moved together, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me in a rhythm that made my head spin. Every touch, every kiss was like a slow burn, building and building until the tension snapped, and I cried out his name, my body trembling beneath him.

Jordan followed soon after, his forehead resting against mine as he caught his breath. He stayed there, hovering above me, his hands still gently stroking my sides.

"I missed this," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I missed *us*."

I smiled, my fingers brushing through his hair. "We'll always have this," I whispered back, kissing him softly.

And as we lay there, tangled in each other, with Aiden sound asleep just down the hall, I knew we would always find our way back to each other, no matter how chaotic life got. This was our family, our future. And it was perfect.