by Brooke Page
I leaned over, trying to get the fabric on my shirt to unstick from my stomach. Looking down was a mistake as the stench of regurgitated ice cream filled my nostrils. I gagged and almost lost my stomach as well.
“My tummy hurts!” Josie wailed, hugging her stomach. Before Becca or I could say anything, another burst of liquid shot out of her mouth. I dodged it before it made contact with my shoes. I gagged again, but this time I got a look from Becca.
“This is disgusting,” I choked out, pulling my shirt from my skin.
“Would you go get some napkins!” Becca scolded.
Napkins for what? My drenched shirt? Josie didn’t have a drop of puke on her. It all came projecting out of her tiny body onto me.
I gagged again as I looked down at my shirt when I leaned to get the diaper bag to hand to Becca. “I’m going to get a shirt from the gift shop.”
Becca held Emmett with one hand and patted Josie’s back with the other. She was crying inconsolably now.
“Hurry, please!” she said through clenched teeth. Emmett was starting to fuss from all the commotion.
I rolled my eyes as I made my way to the gift shop, the entire concession looking at me with scrunched faces as they tried to eat their food.
Yeah, ice cream was a dumb idea.
Holding my shirt from my skin with one hand, I browsed the gift shop t-shirts. I didn’t care what was on it; I just needed one in my size. “Don’t you have any in size large?” I grumbled.
The lonely worker in the tiny shop covered her mouth as she looked me over. “The only size large we have are in hot pink or lavender,” she said through her covered mouth.
I stared at her. I knew this shop was tiny, but really? They didn’t have any larges in other colors?
“What about extra larges?”
She shook her head no, avoiding looking at me. Only if we could switch places. It’s a lot easier to look at puke than have it touching you.
I grumbled and grabbed the hot pink shirt and tossed it on the counter while pulling out my wallet. As she swiped my card, I pulled off the puke soaked shirt and tossed it in the garbage can, quickly pulling on the gaudy shirt. Thank God she didn’t get any on my cargos.
The gift shop worker made a disgusted sound and looked in the trash can. What did she expect? I was going to take it home?
I left without my receipt and walked back outside to Becca. Now everyone was going to be blinded by my hot pink shirt instead of losing their stomachs because of the puke.
Thankfully, Becca and the kids had moved to a different location away from the splattered vomit on the ground. Emmett was fussing harder now, and Josie was still teary eyed. Becca stood the second I walked next to them, practically throwing Emmett at me.
I had never held a baby in my life. I didn’t put my hands up to take him, but just looked at her with a blank stare. “Tyler! Hold him so I can take care of Josie!” Becca shouted. I winced and reluctantly put my hands out to take the crying baby. I held him at arm's length. He stopped crying as he took me in, studying who was holding him. I think he could tell the only thing I held with care that was around the same size as him was a baseball glove.
I raised my brows at his scrutinizing stare then his lip started to pout again. Emmett’s little body squirmed as huge alligator tears fell down his face.
“Tyler! Hold him closer to you!”
I awkwardly tried to bring him to my chest, but he just squirmed more.
“Becca, he doesn’t want me!” I said as I tried to comfort the little guy. He was flailing his arms and causing a scene.
“I can’t hold him right now. Try bouncing him. I need to change Josie’s shirt.”
Change her shirt? “Did she even get any puke on it? I think she mainly got me!”
Becca groaned as she maneuvered a t-shirt from the diaper bag over Josie’s pigtails. “Just try bouncing him!”
I pulled him as close to my chest as he would let me, awkwardly attempting to bounce up and down with him. We must have been fun to watch. A crying three-year-old stubbornly changing her shirt and a screaming baby thrashing its little arms and legs while Becca and I argued. I bet we looked like parents of the year. Not.
Just as I was getting into somewhat of a rhythm a rumble came from Emmett’s stomach, followed by a squirting noise along with a warm, thick liquid covering my forearms. Emmett stopped squirming and his head drooped down on my shoulder. I attempted to maneuver him enough to see the explosion that went through his diaper and clothing all over my arms and hot pink shirt.
You have got to be fucking kidding.
Chapter 5
Becca
Tyler was quiet and stoned face as we left the zoo and got into the car. He was sporting a very feminine lavender t-shirt from the gift shop. I liked the hot pink one better, but after Emmett’s blow out, he silently handed him to me and stalked back to the gift shop. Today went well until the end. An unsettled feeling took over as I feared Tyler would never want kids.
Emmett was in a great mood the ride home, jabbering away, while Josie sang quietly. It seemed her vomiting wasn’t going to bring her down.
“So today wasn’t too bad,” I murmured.
Tyler kept his eyes on the road, his lip twitching in annoyance. He had his aviators on with his baseball cap.
“Okay… So it was a little rough towards the end.”
“A little?” he huffed. I bit down on my tongue. “I think it’s safe to say it was awful,” he sneered.
I rolled my eyes. He was being a little too dramatic. How could we have kids if he couldn’t deal with a little puke?
He shook his head in annoyance. “What time is your mom coming home?”
“Not until later.”
“How late?”
“Tyler! I’m not making my mom move them from their beds while they’re asleep! Look, if you don’t want to stay with us, that’s fine. Just drop us off at my place then you can stay at Union Square,” I grumbled, irritated by his poor attitude.
He let out a loud groan. “I’m not going to stay at Union Square. We’ll go to your old condo. Is Jamie there?”
“No, she’s in Miami this weekend.”
“Does she still have liquor stashed in the condo?”
“Glad little kids drive you to drink,” I mumbled.
“Who said it was for me? How do you know I wasn’t going to slip it in their drinks?” he muttered while pointing his thumb back at Emmett and Josie.
I noticed a small smile appear from the corner of his mouth. It was a poor attempt at changing the subject, but thank God his mood was shifting.
“By the way, I like your shirt,” I snickered.
A full-blown smile crept across his face. “Remind me to donate to that little zoo. They need a bigger gift shop.”
***
We ordered pizza from Vitale’s for dinner. Tyler booked it to the shower the second we got home and was leery to stand anywhere near Josie after she ate. She changed into her jammies and fell asleep in the middle of the first Disney movie. It was just after 9:30 p.m. and Emmett was snuggled to my chest after his nightly bottle, warm in his baseball themed jammies with heavy eyes. Tyler was sitting on the couch with a passed out Josie on his lap.
“Want to bring her to bed?” I asked quietly as I rubbed Emmett’s back.
Tyler cautiously lifted Josie from his lap and stood to take her to the office. Josie wrapped her arms around his neck, causing Tyler to let out a slight smile. Maybe he could get used to the idea of having kids. I followed carrying Emmett, laying him down in the pack-n-play next to Josie on the chaise lounge. Tyler surprisingly covered up Josie with a blanket and tucked her into bed. The gesture looked strangely paternal, and warmth spread throughout my body as I watched him move a loose strand of hair from Josie’s face.
We both snuck out of the office and turned off the light, heading straight across the hall to my old bedroom.
“I’m exhausted,” Tyler sighed as he started to undress.
Taking off my tank top, I nervously asked, “Was it really that bad today?”
He dropped his gym shorts to the floor and lay on the bed. “It was pretty terrible. I think you should make it up to me,” he smirked.
I rolled my eyes and dropped my shorts then rummaged through the almost empty drawers for a t-shirt to sleep in for the night.
“I think the best part was looking at your butt in those cute little khaki shorts,” he flirted, rolling so he was on his side to watch me finish dressing. “I especially liked when you bent over.”
I smiled as I shimmied on a gray Tiger’s t-shirt. “This shirt would have been better than those shorts.”
“Take that shitty shirt off and come here,” Tyler said playfully, holding his hands out to me. “We left that crappy shirt here for a reason.”
I laughed and crawled into bed next to him. “Better than that Cubs tank top you got me.”
Tyler let out a slight smirk and pulled me into his arms. Snuggling into his warm embrace was extremely relaxing after the event-filled day. Tyler was right; exhausting was the perfect adjective to describe our outing with Josie and Emmett.
Just as I was getting settled, Tyler rolled so he was on top of me, lacing his fingers with mine on the sides of my head. Running his nose along mine, he whispered, “It wasn’t that bad.”
I opened my eyes and gazed at him, a weight lifted off my shoulders knowing he could tolerate children, maybe even want them, and not just because I wanted them. I tilted my head to kiss him, meaning for it to be sweet and innocent, but Tyler had other intentions. His tongue parted my lips, coaxing for mine to come out and play. The grip of our hands tightened as Tyler’s knees began to wedge their way in between my legs.
“Mmm… Ty we can’t do this now.”
Tyler kissed down my neck. “Yes we can.”
Pulling my hands from his grasp, I yanked on his hair so he would look at me. “Josie and Emmett are in the room just down the hall.”
Tyler gave me a puzzled look. “So? Are you telling me Ray and Heather never have sex?”
I raised a brow at him. “Why do you think they wanted to get away for the week?”
“If they don’t have sex then I’m never having kids.”
I giggled at the seriousness of his expression. “Maybe if we were at their house and they were cozy in their own beds. But whenever Josie stays the night with me, she normally curls up next to me in my bed.”
Tyler slowly lowered his head so his lips were back on my neck. “Mmm, I don’t feel like sharing you tonight, but just in case we have a visitor, I think we shouldn’t waste any time.” His hand slipped under my shirt, finding my breast. His hand and mouth felt too good, and a sudden urge to please him passed through my veins. Maybe we did have a little time on our hands.
I quickly rolled him to his back, straddling his hips, seductively looking down at him. “What would please my fiancé tonight?”
He slowly licked his lips while his eyes darkened. “You could honor my first request,” he murmured, smoothly running his palms up my thighs and under my shirt to my waist. I bit my lip and took his hint, reaching for the hem of my shirt, pulling it slyly off my torso and over my head.
His eyes were on fire now. “Take your hair down,” his voice was low and commanding and oh so sexy.
I obeyed, pulling the hair tie and shaking my head back and forth, running my hands through it to make it less flat. I smirked as I felt his excitement growing underneath me.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He traced circles on my thighs as he greedily looked over my body.
I used to be afraid of his stare. Now it turned me on more than anything, knowing he desired every single inch of my body. Every beauty mark and imperfection was all his.
“What’s your favorite part?” I bravely asked.
Tyler raised a questioning brow. “Favorite body part? I’m not sure I can pick just one.” His fingers ran past my thighs to my stomach. “I like this, a lot,” he murmured, tracing his finger tip around my abdomen. I let out a small smile. I barely clenched my stomach when he touched it anymore. I wasn’t ashamed of the faint stretch marks like I used to be.
He sat up with me still straddling him then bent down to kiss my tummy. “I really do, Becs. So sexy.” He kissed it again then worked his way up in between my breasts. “These are pretty distracting too.” His tongue darted out, circling and sucking, causing a moan to escape my mouth. My arms found his hair, guiding his head where I wanted it. His hands found my behind and squeezed. “I don’t even know how to describe what this does to me,” he mumbled in between my breasts as his grip on my ass tightened.
I giggled as he pulled me flush with his body.
“I love your beautiful eyes,” he continued, bringing one hand to my face. “This cute button nose, and that mouth,” he groaned, moving on to give me a kiss. I slightly pulled back, a flirtatious grin on my face.
“Mmm, let me kiss you,” he begged, massaging my behind.
“Let me kiss you first,” I whispered. “I want to show you just how much enjoyment my mouth can bring.”
His jaw slowly slacked, and his eyelids became heavy. I guided him to sit back against the headboard.
As seductively as I could, I crawled backwards down his body, never letting my burning gaze leave him. I dropped my lips to his smooth and taut abs, tracing the pronounced curves with my tongue. His eyes were devouring every move I made. His hand found my hair, pulling it off my face so we could meet eye to eye as I slowly got closer and closer to working my magic.
Letting a devilish grin leave my lips, I kissed him overtop his black Under Armour boxer briefs. His chest rose, and his gaped mouth turned into a crooked smirk.
I met his smirk, rolling his boxers once then tracing kisses across his hip bone.
“You’re going to draw this out, aren’t you?” he rasped.
I nodded my head, my tongue darting out again as I rolled his waistband once more, continuing the same drawn out process. His hand was still in my hair, his grip getting tighter the closer and closer I got. His stare was so intense, goading me to get to the point. My mouth was watering now, my hands shaky as they finally rolled the fabric enough for him to spring free.
My eyes grew wide as I took him in, still amazed with his size. I glanced up at Tyler only to find his smug expression. He knew he was blessed, and I blushed at his presumptuous stare.
Gathering my thoughts again, I ran my tongue along his length, enjoying hearing his head thump against the headboard and watching his teeth graze his bottom lip.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he rasped.
Flicking the tip with my tongue, I scolded, “Don’t curse.”
Amusement spread across his face as I trailed kisses back down his length. “Those innocent baby blue eyes looking at me while your mouth does naughty things makes me curse.”
I grinned at him, making my eyes wider as I finally took him completely in my mouth.
“Oh... Yes…,” he groaned in satisfaction, his eyes rolling back.
I firmly wrapped one hand around him while I worked the tip with my mouth. Tyler gently cupped my cheek with one hand, his other pulling the hair from my face so our eyes could meet. His stare was carnal and filled with hunger and promise.
The slight inhales of breath that escaped Tyler’s mouth made me feel powerful. I had him in the palm of my hand, taking him as high as I wanted. He was at my mercy now, his abdomen clenching as he touched the back of my throat.
“Oh, just like that Becs,” his breath came out in a rush, his words raspy and filled with need. His hands dropped from my hair and face, squeezing the life out of the satin sheets. He was on the very edge but I wasn’t ready for him to give in yet. Slowing down my movements, I glanced back into his eyes. They were scorching with passion as he cocked his head to the side, silently begging me to continue with the pace I had been using.
I teased and taunted with the tip of my tongue, making long strokes up and down, slow and ste
ady. Tyler’s jaw clenched as he let out a low rumble from his chest, now both his hands finding my hair as I continued my tantalizing pattern. His body was fidgety, his hips pushing upwards every time I’d reach the tip of his length, pleading for me to score the final point.
Tyler groaned in frustration after I wrapped my lips around him as though I were going to completely take him in my mouth, but I quickly pulled away, my tongue lazily wandering back downward.
Grabbing my head, he firmly forced my eyes to meet his. Tyler’s hard, lustful eyes implored mine as he bit down on his lip then roughly released it as he lead my mouth back a mere centimeter from his length. My lip quirked up in a devious smile, and I had him. I could get whatever I wanted at this point, but I wanted to please him, wanted him to come undone. I ever so slowly opened my mouth then ravaged him so fast he moaned louder than I’d ever heard him while we were intimate.
“Mommy!” Josie shrieked, followed by little feet patting against the hardwood floors.
I jolted back, my mouth making a popping noise as I suddenly released him. Tyler flinched as he reached for the pillow, and I quickly grabbed the Tiger’s t-shirt, yanking it over my head in the nick of time.
“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! I want my Mommy!” Josie sobbed as she climbed into the bed. Tyler shifted uncomfortably as she crawled over his legs.
I held my hands out for her to climb in my lap, my heart still racing from my attack on Tyler. “Did you have a bad dream?” I gently asked, patting her back.
“I heard a noise,” she sniffled, rubbing her eyes.
I shot Tyler a look as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Do you want me to come and lay with you?”
“Can I sleep with you?” her voice cracked.
Without thinking I said yes, tucking her under the covers.
“Becca?” Tyler said accusingly in a hush. “What about–”
“Shh! She’s used to sleeping with me whenever she stays. I think you’ll be fine for one night!”
Tyler rolled his eyes and stood from the bed, adjusting himself in his boxers as he awkwardly walked to my closet, probably to find a t-shirt and shorts to sleep in since we would be sharing the bed with a three year old. I shook my head in irritation as I snuggled next to Josie. Men.
