Wren

Part 20

Sophie had passed the quiet, sleepy newborn stage and entered one where she was having a hard time adjusting to life outside of the womb. She was fussy and wasn't sleeping well at night, but at least she ate really well. 

Wren sat cross-legged in the middle of their bed, holding her in his arms and feeding her. Her tiny little fists swatted at the bottle, and Wren couldn't wipe the smile off his face. She was two weeks old now, and everyone's love for her increased daily. She was beautiful and sweet-tempered, she just needed to get used to her sleeping routine.

Wren glanced at the clock on the wall. 7:00 Am. Way earlier than he usually got up, but he wasn't getting much sleep anyway because of Sophie. He needed to head down to the infirmary today to have a checkup with Leo. Matteo was in the bathroom, getting ready for his day at work. 

Wren nuzzled his nose to Sophie's. "You're gonna have to be a good girl today, okay? You have to go see a doctor. But he's nice. He took really good care of me, and he'll take really good care  of you." He cooed at her.

Matteo came out of the bathroom, shirtless and his hair still dripping. He was headed for the closet on the other side of the bed, but when he saw Wren and Sophie, he was redirected by the cuteness. He sat gently beside them, putting an arm around Wren and using the other hand to trace his knuckle down Sophie's cheek.

"Hey, you're wet! You're dripping on me!" Wren protested and leaned away, his hands still busy holding the baby and her bottle. 

Matteo laughed and pulled back, making a pout face. "What, you don't love your husband anymore just 'cause he's wet? How shallow of you." He teased as he kissed Wren's cheek and stood, walking around the bed and to the closet. He disappeared inside. "What are you two doing today?" He called.

"We have to go see Leo for a checkup, then we might go see Vincenzo and Vivian. They were practically begging me yesterday for some 'grandparent time'."

Matteo came out of the closet wearing a wine colored sweater. It looked good against his dark complexion. "Okay. Anything in particular you're worried about?" He nodded toward the baby.

"No, just a general checkup. But I might ask for some cream for this little rash under her ear. I think its just eczema. I read that a lot of babies have it."

Matteo nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on his socks and shoes. "Anything for princess,"

"Princess?" 

"Mhm. My princess, and my puppy."

Wren laughed, pulling the empty bottle from Sophie's mouth and putting her over his shoulder, patting her back. "Really? Ha. You're something else."

Matteo leaned over and kissed him again. "I can't help it, you two are my everything. She is my little princess." He waved and walked out of the room.

Wren smiled to himself as he scooted over to the edge of the bed, holding her with both arms as he got up. He walked over and laid her in her crib so he could get ready to head downstairs. She was asleep, her tiny fists twitching. 

He walked over to the closet and pulled picked out some clothes. He always just slept in his boxers and a t-shirt. He pulled on a pair of faded jeans and a brown sweater, and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and comb his hair. 

He pulled on some socks and a pair of house sneakers, and went back to the closet to dig through the dresser they'd put in there for Sophie's clothes. On the flat top sat bins for her socks and hats and things. 

He picked out a pink onesie that had butterflies on it, and a pink hat that matched. It was summer, but they weren't going outside and the huge house was always chilly. He heard Sophie start to cry and stood, heading back to her. Perfect timing for her to wake up; he needed to get her ready now.