4 weeks later.... January 23rd
"Jessie I'm dying!" He falls to the ground and humps my leg.
"Why?" I laugh and look down at him.
"I need you!"
"2 more weeks."
"I can't!"
"Why not?"
"Because we were always fucking when you were pregnant!"
"I was horny."
"And your not now?"
"Not when I have a baby stuck to my boob." I laugh and push him off my leg.
"Jessie?"
"What?"
"Move in with me?"
"You practically live with me though."
"Fine, we move in your house?"
"Sure."
"Great!" I look at his erection poking through his jeans and I look away.
"Go do something!" I laugh and go to the baby who started to cry.
I walk in and the baby is screaming his little head off. I pick him up and rock him.
"Hush Waye, you're alright!" I say kissing his head.
"Mommy loves you."
*
I'm reading a book and bouncing the baby on my legs. He's making noises and grunting as I bounce him trying to get him to sleep. Evan walks in and smiles.
"What?" I say smiling.
"You're such a natural mommy."
"Well thank you love."
"You're welcome."
I rub the baby's back and finish the page I am reading and set the book on the bed.
"Wanna hold him?"
"Yes please." He says and grabs him.
