I had to scare him into believing I was really done with him; if I hadn’t, who knows how long he would have ‘helped’ Ryder for. For all I knew, it probably would have forced us apart in the long run and broken our family.
“I love you so fucking much,” he whispered.
I put my arms around his neck. “I love you too, sweetheart... now give me my ring back.”
Kane wiped his face before he placed the ring back on my finger and kissed it. I lifted my hand and nudged his head up until he was looking at me.
“You have me heart,” I told him. “Don’t ever forget that.”
He nodded his head. “I won’t, not ever.”
I kissed him then, and he kissed me back with a fierce hunger. It lasted a few moments before he pulled back and rustled around until he was under the bed cover next to me.
“Lie down,” he urged. “I need to hold you.”
He helped me get settled on the bed before he stretched out next to me.
“Babydoll?”
I snuggled back against him and murmured, “Yes.”
“I say it all the time, but I really do love you with all of my heart. You know that, right?”
I closed my eyes and smiled. “I know, babe. I’m sorry about being so horrible, I never want to hurt you or make you cry.”
“You had every right to be furious with me. I almost missed our son being born over Ryder and his stupid deals.”
I snuggled into my pillow. “Let’s not talk about it anymore. It’s done now and your decision has been made. You made it for his birth and that’s all that matters.”
I felt Kane nod as he hugged me, lowering his hands down to my stomach.
“It’s all flabby,” I grumbled.
Kane snorted. “It’s weird that your stomach isn’t huge and hard. I can still feel a smaller bump, but Branna said that will go down in a few days as your womb starts the process of shrinking back to normal.”
I looked over my shoulder. “You talked to her about stuff like that?”
“All the time,” he nodded. “I want to know what you’re going through.”
I smiled and looked forward, staring into our son’s Moses basket.
“What will we name him?” I questioned.
Kane sighed. “I don’t know, what do you like?”
I grinned. “Promise you won’t laugh?” Kane nodded his head so I said, “Jax.”
He broke his promise and laughed, lowly.
“Hey.”
“Sorry,” he chuckled.
I frowned. “You don’t like it.”
“I actually do. I was just thinking of how Jax Teller brought us together that fateful day in Ryder and Branna’s house.”
I grinned. “Through Jax Teller all things are possible.”
Kane chuckled. “Jax Slater... that sounds cool.”
“Jax Slater,” I repeated. “I love it.”
“So we’re settled on his name being Jax?”
I nodded with excitement and said, “Yeah, but what will his middle name be?”
“I was thinking of his middle name being after your dad.”
I felt my lower lip wobble. “Really?”
“Of course,” Kane nodded. “Your dad is awesome, and the look of admiration and love he holds for you and Jax fills my heart. He is a good man, and will be an awesome papaw.”
I beamed. “Papaw. That’s so cute, I love that.”
Kane chuckled. “So his name is Jax Daniel Slater?”
“Yes! Wait, Jax Daniel... is it just me, or does that sound like Jack Daniels?”
Kane suddenly burst into laughter. “We can’t change it now, we already agreed.”
Oh, man.
I lightly laughed. “Me da will get a right kick out of this.”
“I love you, Jax,” Kane murmured after out laughter subsided.
I placed my hands on top of his and said, “Me and you?”
“Me and you.”
I smiled then and closed my eyes as sleep grabbed me. The last thing I remembered before I fell into darkness was that my heart was even fuller as another Slater man entered my life and dominated it.
Twelve weeks later...
It was the ever familiar sound that made a tired mother sigh, and a new uncle reel in horror.
“Please don’t tell me you just did that, Jax.”
Jax farted for a second time, and the follow through was louder than before.
“Oh, my God!” Nico gasped then heaved when the foul smell reached his nostrils. “Quick, take him.”
I laughed at Jax’s grinning face, and Nico’s revolted one.
“No.”
Nico looked at me with wide, horrified eyes. “What do you mean, no? He needs his diaper changed! He stinks.”
I stayed seated. “You’re goin’ to change him.”
“Me?!” Nico screeched.
He looked terrified.
I calmly nodded my head. “You need to practice. Bronagh will have your baby before you know it. Nappy changin’ is a skill you need to master sooner rather than later.”
Nico looked visibly ill.
“What if I hurt him? He is tiny.”
I deadpanned. “You got away with that excuse when he was a newborn, but he is twelve weeks old now; he is much bigger and sturdier. You won’t break him.”
“But—”
“You’re changin’ him.”
Nico groaned in defeat and looked at Jax. “I love you, little man, but I don’t love the presents you leave in your diapers.”
I snorted. “Get used to it; you have all this ahead of you.”
Nico grumbled to himself as he stood up with Jax in his arms and walked towards the sitting room door. He paused at the doorway and looked over to me and said, “I need you to instruct me on what to do. Come with me.”
I chuckled as I stood up and followed him out of the sitting room, and down to Jax’s bedroom. I leaned against the doorframe of the room and watched as Nico laid my son down on top of his changing table.
“What do I do first?” Nico asked, not taking his eyes away from Jax.
“Take off his babygrow and vest. Open the nappy he is wearin’, roll it up with one hand and put it into the bin bag on the side of the table. Before you do that though, pull out some baby wipes so you can grab them quickly to avoid a mess. A fresh nappy is to your right. When he is wiped and powdered, you put it on. Easy.”
“Easy? Missions to space take less fucking instructions from NASA than that!”