M E A N D P E T E

I watched my husband.

He held Greer in his tattooed arms and rocked her to sleep.

It was nearly 2 am and our family members had gone home after visiting with us. I was exhausted and I'm sure Pete was too. It had been one long, yet amazing, day.

"P, you can put her back. Go home and get some sleep. You look exhausted." I whispered.

"I'm not going to leave my girls here all alone. This chair is actually comfy." Pete looked at me with bloodshot eyes.

I shook my head. "You're still in your suit. At least change. Your mom brought extra clothes for you."

"How about I take your makeup off, so you don't complain tomorrow, and then I change?" He cocked his head to the side, already knowing what I wanted.

"Sounds like a plan." I sighed with relief. I completely forgot about the full face of makeup I had done for my wedding.

Pete placed the baby back in her bassinet and grabbed my over night bag. He lifted my legs onto his lap and sat down on the hospital bed.

"Close your eyes."

I followed his command and he began wiping away the beautiful, yet a little messy, makeup. It was so peaceful having someone else do annoying tasks for me. This time I knew I put face in the hands of a makeup (or should I say eyeliner) remover expert.

After he finished, he took the brush out of the bag.

"Sit on daddy's lap, princess." Pete cooed.

"Oh my god, Pete." I started laughing uncontrollably, but not loud enough to wake Greer.

He knew that I loved having my hair brushed or played with. It calmed me down after a long day or helped me fall asleep after sex.

I felt the bristles run through my hair one last time and groaned.

"Hurry back." I whispered.

Pete nodded and removed me from his lap. He stood up grabbed the bag off the chair that had his stuff in it and went to the bathroom. He came back out in boxers and a tight shirt.

"You look so hot. Don't do that when I can't use my vagina." We both quietly laughed at my comment.

I scooted over as Pete walked toward my bed. He moved in next to me and kissed the top of my head. I turned to face his chest and curled up into a ball. Petes arm wrapped around my side.

We had slept this way so many times, but somehow it felt different tonight. Maybe it was because I didn't have a huge stomach anymore. Or maybe it was because I wasn't in mine and Petes bed at home.

I felt his hand goes through my hair again.

"I love you, Ashlyn. Goodnight. I love you too Greer." Pete murmured before I quickly fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up to seeing Pete feeding Greer. I couldn't believe that I slept without hearing her cry.

"Good morning, momma." Pete voice was rough and tired sounding.

"Good morning, love. Did Greer wake you?" I asked with a yawn.

"Yeah," he chuckled, "but I let her stay with the nurses over night so you could sleep. I brought her back over about 20 minutes ago."

I stood up and walked over to my babies and cupped Petes face. "Thank you. So very much."

"You don't have to thank me. I'm a dad. This is my job. Which reminds me, Bronx and Saint are coming in a few hours to visit. Don't worry, my mom is bring them over, so you don't have to deal with Ashlee or Meagan."

I shook my head. "Don't say it like that. I don't mind them, I just feel like they hate me."

"They don't. And the reason I asked Dale to take the kids is because I just don't want to deal with my exes." He chuckled again.

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"Can I hold her?" Bronx asked, sitting next to me on my bed.

"Sure. Just support her head." I said and slowly handed him Greer.

"I remember from when Saint was born. I got this."

"Okay buddy. I believe you." I giggled. I truly did love Pete's boys. They always can make smile on my worst days. I think that's partly because they remind me of their father.

Pete grabbed Saint, who was chewing on a cookie, and handed him off to me. Pete told me to move together with Bronx. He grabbed his phone and took our picture.

Dale took out her phone next and told him to sit next to all of us for a picture.

"Okay everyone, say family on the count of three. One, Two, Three!" Dale smiled behind the camera at us.

After the flash went off, I finally realized that I had a family of my own. And now, it was no longer just me and Pete.

Although this story is over, my love for Pete will never end.
Thank you all so much for reading. Also, happy birthday to my love, p weezy.