*Two weeks later*
"Bear..." I moaned, nudging Clinton on the shoulder as I covered my head with my pillow.
The child was crying so loud that I could not take it anymore. I hated loud noises. And the little boy roared like a fire siren.
"My turn? Clinton mumbled, turning in my direction, because we slept with their backs turned to each other. Reality overwhelmed us. There was no passion, it was romanticism, but it was not the same.
The truth was, we barely lived. We spent the whole day in sweatpants, drinking coffee, sending days on the couch, or going to the doctor to check what's wrong with the little one.
This situation irritated me and I was slightly disappointed with what our life and child looked like, but I kept telling myself that it was only a transitional period. He could not be so annoying for eternity.
"Yes, move your ass and see what he wants" I hit him on the hip so that he gets up faster.
"Don't hit me" he grunted, putting his hand into my longer hair, munching it. He knew how much I did not like it. He teased me.
"Get up, I'm dying" I moaned loudly, kicking him to get up.
"What, he had a dream?" laughed the boy, sitting on the bed.
"Do not ask me I sighed heavily, trying to fall asleep when Clinton switched on the lamp, going to the cradle, where our son lay.
" Beau, what is it? Take it stop, I'm already helping you. But you're the prince, I think you're exactly like your uncle Mitchel" the boy rocked the child, then put him on the changing table to change diapers.
"Oh, well, you didn't do anything," Clinton said, putting on a new diaper. He was very pedantic in this aspect.
"Is he hungry?" I asked, hoping that I could go to sleep and not have to feed my baby.
"I will put him between us, you will be able to sleep and he'll eat," he said, sitting on the mattress with a child in his arms. His large hand embraced the entire back of the child.
"I don't want to breastfeed him any longer" I confessed frustrated "I will have sagging breasts..."
"Don't say that type of bullshit. And so you will always be the same for me as before" he assured me, putting a baby between us.
I turned to face Clinton, revealing the breast, giving it to the child.
"Sorry, but I cant deal with it myself any longer" I sighed "Good night..."
His hand was behind my head and the other found my waist.
We fell asleep with the child between us.
We just learned to be parents. But we were getting better day by day.
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