Through thick and thin; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Thirty-nine

Jess's P.O.V

Yawning do I close my eyes, tiredly tying my hair into a messy bun before I stare at myself in the mirror, the dark circles underneath my eyes making it evident that I over the last couple of days hadn't got enough sleep in any kind of way.

I'd forgot about how much work a newborn baby is, how they wake up at night and Ladeo being extra clingy hadn't made it easier as he never would accept to be alone for longer than five minutes.

"Conor please, You could at least have dressed him"

I catch my boyfriend half asleep in bed, Ladeo laid on his chest, secured there by Conor's hand that was slowly stroking his tiny body, Conor's hand almost the same size as Ladeo's back. 

Sighing do I pick him up, cradling him in my arms as I stare down into his steel blue eyes that he'd clearly got from Conor.

He was a handsome little baby, he really was.

I look over at Conor, his unshaven face and messy hair giving away the fact that we don't get much time to ourselves any longer.

"I'll go and check on Nelle. You want anything to eat?"

He stand up from the bed, pecking my lips quickly as he leave our bedroom still half asleep.

"I'm good thank you, just going to feed this little one"

I leave the room, walking down the stairs and into the living room, the room in which I usually fed him. The warmth from the fire making it all cosy.

Ladeo's silent cries is the only thing that can be heard this early Tuesday morning until it's replaced by his cute little sucking sounds as he's found my nipple and start eating.

I relax, sinking deeper into the sofa. We were so lucky, to have two healthy babies is something I'll be forever thankful for.

"Mummy can I hold him, pleeease"

Leonelle stops in the doorway as she spots me on the sofa. She'd fallen in love with her baby brother from the first day she met him and didn't let any given moment to hold him to go waste.

"Not right now honey, he's eating but you can come watch if you want"

I pat the space beside me, Nelle excitedly running over, climbing up to sit next to me on the sofa.

It was one of the few times that our crazy four year old actually sat still, her eyes locked on Ladeo's face as she carefully stroke the top of his head.

"Neeelle, what did I tell you? Breakie in the kitchen right now, chop chop"

Looking up to face Conor do I give Leonelle a gentle push knowing she'd be late to school if we waited any longer.

Reluctantly does she slide off the sofa, slowly making her way over to Conor who was waiting on her in the doorway, arms open to pick her up once she reach him.

"Daddy?"

Leonelle's soft voice makes its way into the living room from the kitchen and I smile as I look down at Ladeo gripping my finger.

"Yes honey"

"How much do you love me?"

I switch my eyes away from my son and into the kitchen where I could just about see the feet of my daughter.

"Very, very much"

She stays quiet for a few seconds, thinking about Conor's answer for a while.

"Who do you love more, me or Laeo?"

Her way of saying Ladeo was literally the cutest ever, my heart melting everytime I heard it.