I get the boys’ bottles and make sure to find a spew rag for both of them in case of any spills. After all, that’s how Henley’s been doing it over the past few days and well, she’s the boss when it comes to this.
I scoot Elijah over and sit down between them before placing the bottles in both of their mouths and watching as they each take it with ease. I smile down at my hungry boys as Ethan latches onto my pinky.
“I love you both so goddamn much,” I whisper. “Every single day your mommy and I will protect you, we’ll love and cherish you both. You’ll never have to go without, and we will try our damn hardest to ensure you never have to know fear, hurt, or pain. We’re going to work our asses off to make sure you have everything you could possibly need, but most of all,” I add, running my thumb over both of their little fingers, “we’re going to raise you so that one day, you can both know and understand what it feels like to love your child unconditionally because I tell you, this is the best thing I’ve ever known, and doing it beside a woman like your mommy is going to be the ride of a lifetime.”
Chapter 6
Henley
I finish putting the final touches on Ethan’s outfit and look at the two of them in awe. They look absolutely gorgeous for their daddy’s birthday lunch. They’re so freaking handsome, just like my husband.
It’s been a bit of a wild ride getting them ready this morning. It’s our first real outing and it’s honestly making me kind of nervous. I shouldn’t be though. We’re only going to Tully’s place for a huge family lunch, but I can’t stop the feeling that I might forget something.
We’ve packed enough diapers to last us a lifetime, we have baby wipes coming out of our ears, spare clothes for when they destroy their outfits, blankets, spare bottles despite me coming along with my bulging tits that don’t seem to fit in any of my clothes. I even packed the biggest first aid kit imaginable, you know, just to be on top of my game.
Some might say that I’m being just a little overcautious, but I see it more of being prepared for anything, and by anything, I mean the apocalypse.
I scoop the boys up into my arms and walk down to the living room.
Holding them in this way the first time was terrifying, but I’ve quickly learned how to hold them both with confidence. I’m not afraid of dropping them while walking around the house anymore.
I put them down on their playmat despite the fact that they’re not yet capable of playing, but they do enjoy watching their mommy and daddy making fools of themselves as they try to work this whole parenting thing out.
My brows furrow as I look over at Noah. “What the hell are you doing?” I laugh as he struggles with the double stroller.
Noah grabs the handle of the stroller and pushes down before losing his shit and letting out a frustrated groan. “I’ve been trying to put this fucker down for half an hour and I can’t work it out.”
I choke back a laugh as I watch him get on his hands and knees and flip the stroller over before searching for a button or a lever or any tiny little clue as to how the hell it works.
I puff out my chest as though I’m the king of this fucking castle and stride over to my court jester husband to show him how the professionals do it, only on closer inspection, it’s a lot harder than it looks. I mean, how the hell did Tully figure this shit out? Though, to be fair; Tully’s stroller is one of those normal ones fit for a single baby, this contraption before me looks more like a torture device created to fuck with the minds of sleep-deprived parents.
It gets to the point where I have to Google the stroller and we both sit back and stare at it in wonder when we realize it’s as easy as lifting a lever and pressing down on the handles. It simply folds itself up and we laugh at what a waste of time that was.
Noah grabs my diaper bag and lifts the stroller before heading to the door so he can start packing the car. I rush ahead of him to get the door when an almighty fart comes tearing out of one of the boys. Noah and I spin around in silent shock, well I’m in shock, I think Noah is a little more on the proud daddy train.
We stare at them. “Which one was it?” Noah whispers as I begin to fear for what else could have come out of that tiny little baby ass.