"I can't believe you're making me clean the fans, vents, and cars!" I mutter under my breath as I finish dusting the first fan in the large house I own with my wife.
"I don't want my baby born in a dirty world!" Caitlyn pouts, clearly hearing my remark. I look down at her an see the tears beginning to form.
"Oh, baby! I was only kidding! I promise I didn't mean it! Please don't cry!" I plead with my beautiful wife. Twenty-three years of knowing her and she can still destroy me with just a single tear. She sniffles as I hug her tightly to me.
"I'm sorry I'm being emotional and crazy, Carr." She whimpers, I hug her and kiss her forehead.
"No! Baby, you're pregnant, I understand! I shouldn't have even been complaining!" I reassure Cait, hugging her head to my chest.
"I just want baby Peyton to be born into a clean, happy world." Caitlyn whispers, my heart clenches at her sadness.
"They will be, love, I promise. As soon as Joe, Ethan, and T get here you can make them clean to your beautiful heart's content. I have to shower though, okay?" Her eyes light up at the mention of our almost-guests, she nods excitedly a tear still glistening from its unshed location. "Please don't cry anymore, baby. It kills me." I whisper kissing away the remaining tears on her cheeks. "I love you, Cat. My beautiful Bright Eyes."
"I love you too, Hercules. I can't wait for our little one to come." She confesses I kiss her again.
"Neither can I, love, neither can I."
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I hear yells coming from downstairs as I throw my shirt on. Ah, the help must be revolting or terrified. I chuckle to myself at the thought.
"Uh... Carr?" I hear Joe's voice call out slightly panicked.
"Be down in a sec, Joss," I call down as I tug my socks on. "Just keep cleaning what she asked you to clean."
"Carter! Your bloody wife is in labor!" Ethan screams, "And Tommy's fainted!"
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After nine painful hours, they finally were ready to push. Another half hour and my son was in my arms.
"Oh gosh, Cat... he's perfect!" Caitlyn smiles sleepily at my praise.
"We're finding out the sex next time, babe." She whispers sleepily before dozing off.
I chuckle at my wife's words before looking back at the bundle in my arms. "Hi Peyton Carter, it's me your daddy and I love you so much," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion as I look at my son.
YOU ARE READING
Flowers & Benches
القصة القصيرةCaitlyn Thomas is terrified to start kindergarten until she makes a new friend in an unexpected place. Follow Cait and her newfound friend, Carter Anderson, through their school years, watch them mature and discover the world around them.
