Family (Men of Steel #5.5) (5 page)

Chapter 7

Taelyn

“I’d like to go see my son,” I informed the doctor.

“Your blood pressure is still dangerously high. We recommend you stay still for awhile.”

“I understand your recommendation, but I am still going to see my son,” I used a strong forceful voice even though that’s not how I was feeling at all.

Patrick was tiny, so tiny. He needed me.

“Your husband is watching after him, he’s breathing on his own Taelyn.” My mom rubbed the inside of my arm soothing me like she did when I was younger. “Your mother is asking you, no telling you that I will not allow you to do anything that may put you in jeopardy. You are my child Taelyn, you will listen to me, to the doctors, and the nurses, do you understand?”

I couldn’t hold back the overwhelming emotions I felt. I started crying and like a mother does, she wrapped her arms around me and held me as I fell apart. Something I couldn’t do for Patrick, right now.

“We’re giving you some pain medication Mrs. Steel. You may feel a little tired, rest if you can.”

When I woke Xavier was sitting next to me and staring at me. He looked worried and I immediately thought something had happened to Patrick.

“Xavier?”

He smiled, “Did you rest well?”

“How is he?”

“How are you feeling?”

“Worried, now tell me is he okay, is he--.”

“He is gonna be fine. He and his cousin are chilling next to each other looking bad ass of course.”

I nodded but couldn’t force a smile.

“He is using oxygen, has a feeding tube, and is under lights to keep his body temp regulated. But he’s good, real good considering.”

“He’s gonna be okay?”

“Of course he is,” his smile eased my worry a little. “But you need to chill out Irish. Your blood pressure gets real high.”

“I’m worried about our son.”

“Let me carry that worry. That way I won’t worry about you so much.”

“When can I see him?”

“Hopefully tomorrow, as long as the meds they have you on are working.”

“That’s not--.”

“Not a request Irish, rest, recover, and then we get you to Patrick.”

“Who’s with him now?”

He looked at his watch, “Right now your mom and mine are in there on baby duty. We have a rotation going. Right now you and I are going to snuggle up on this very uncomfortable bed, your going to get all fucked up on Percocet and I am gonna get all fucked up on you. Then we pass out and in the morning you’re gonna get checked out and then go chill with Patrick.”

“Has everyone met him?”

“You mean my in-laws? Yes.”

“Did you behave with my brothers?” I yawned.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t?” He laughed.

“Hmm.”

“Hmm.” He lay down next to me and kissed my head, “Snuggle down my little dope, let Daddy sing you to sleep.”

And that’s exactly what I did.

“Call my Irish out, she’s in her finery. A hundred jewels on throat. A hundred jewels between teeth, now bring my boys in, their skin in craters like the moon. The moon we love like brothers, while he glows through the room. Dancin around the lies we tell, dancing around big eyes as well. Even the comatose, they don’t dance and tell.”

He sang the word to
Team
by Lorde, and I was out like a light.

~

We stayed in a hotel near the hospital for three weeks. Between my parents, Momma Joe, Cyrus and Tara, our children, all three of them were well looked after. Patrick and Justice were right next one another in the NICU. Little Truth was either attached to Cyrus in one of those baby carriers, attached to Tara’s breast or with one of us.

Like the song Xavier, sang to me the night I gave birth to Patrick, we were a team. Momma Joe and my mother were nearly inseparable; Tara and I busied ourselves with books about apnea and premature babies.

Justice, was gaining weight fast and no longer needed the feeding tube of oxygen. The main concern was no longer the bradycardia it was the apnea. We overheard both Cyrus and Xavier talking about hiring a nurse and buying the apnea alarms. It was being overprotective; it was being a parent.

By the third week Justice, was released. Cyrus and Tara said they were staying with us. Both Xavier and I told them to take their children home, we wouldn’t be far behind them. Two days ago I was able to feed Patrick. A big step. We had milestones to conquer and were doing them slowly but surely.

My parents took several night shifts; even my brothers did a night each. It wasn’t that we didn’t trust the hospital; it was I didn’t want him there without family and my family felt the same way.

No one ever brought the issue with Daniel up but I was sure that was one of the reasons everyone was on board. When I noticed him in the crowd of interns crowded in my room he was focused completely on my stomach. It was eerie to say the least, but what was worse, was when everyone left and he snuck back in.

He demanded a test, told me I was a liar and that the child wasn’t premature, that I was trying to trap a millionaire. I was doing it to hurt him. He told me he would take me back if I admitted it.

Xavier, walked in and flipped. He grabbed him and smashed him against the wall. Xavier, was right, Daniel was a pussy. I never doubted anything Xavier, intended after I woke to him staring at me on the plane when I was sneaking home, running from the very thing I am submerged in now. But if I ever did before, watching Daniel and Xavier’s little ‘exchange’, Xavier, was even more man than ever before.

The first few nights we left him at the hospital were awful. Admittedly I was a wreck, and that may be putting it mildly. Xavier, was my rock. He would find me in the bathroom crying and I was quick to recover. I didn’t want him to see me as one of
those women.
I was strong, I told him.

“You don’t have to be Irish,” he would say holding me tighter as I tried to pull away. “I got you.”

After the first three nights he shook his head, “Irish, this fucks with me too ya know. You falling apart in my arms reminds me I have a dick.”

I scowled at him and he laughed, “Not like that.”

“Says the boobie gobbler.”

“The what?” he laughed.

“Your eyes are constantly on them, gobbling them up.”

“So? They’re fucking beautiful.” He looked at me like I was crazy. “Look at me,” He lifted my chin, “You are emotional, and a bit crazy right now--.”

“Damn it--,” I tried to pull away.

“Look, I’m much stronger physically than you. You should just accept that and stop pulling away or you’ll pop a stitch Irish--.”

“You are such an ass Xavier,” I tried to be pissed. I really did but that one made me laugh.

“See I’m not just incredible hot, well endowed, and have the oral skills of a,” He paused, “Not really sure where I was going with that?”

“No?” I shook my head still trying not to laugh.

“No, when I think of it I’ll let you know.”

“I can hardly wait,” I rolled my eyes.

“Remind me when we take our guy home about that oral skills bit I got one now.”

“Really!” I shoved him.

“What? Is it wrong to want to be inside you Irish? I mean fuck I’m no Dr. Frankenstein I know the mess you got going on down there right now,” I laughed out loud. “I can be a patient man.”

“I know, you kind of have been.” I reached up and stroked the stubble on his cheek.

“My point here, is I want to be your man baby. When you are struggling I want to hold your hand, when you’re low I wanna lift you up. When you are crumbling apart I wanna hold you together. Leaving him at the hospital sucks, I feel that pain too. So you let me hold you together, cause that shit reminds me I have a dick.”

God I loved him.

~

Two more weeks past and we were finally given the green light. Patrick could finally come home.

We didn’t tell anyone, Xavier said it would be a nice surprise for his family. I think he and I both wanted some down time, just the three of us.

He unlocked the door with his free hand. He wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me up.

“What are you doing?” I squeaked.

“Shh, you’ll wake Patrick. Just wanted to carry you in too.”

“Dork,” I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Yeah sure, dork.”

“I love you.”

“I know, how could you not?”

There was a bit of an unfamiliar shyness in his smile. I don’t know why but it tugged at my heart and made it hurt a little.

“Why you looking at me like that Irish?” He set me on my feet.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, that.”

I shrugged, walked over, and closed the door.

I knelt beside Patrick and took his hat off careful not to wake him.

“I’m going up to set the monitor up in his crib.”

“Xavier, his crib. I want it in our room. I know it’ll be a pain--.”

“Already in there. Had Zandor do that when we knew we were close to coming home,” he called over his shoulder as he took the stairs two by two.

I unzipped the little snowsuit my parents had given us a couple days ago. It was adorable, blue and tan with a Teddy bear on the front. He stirred a little which was perfectly fine with me. I couldn’t wait to see how he looked around his home. It would all be new and different to him.

I lifted him out of the seat and held him against my chest. I wanted him to be warm. It took him a long time to be able to regulate his body temperature on his own, and holding him against me I knew he wasn’t cold.

I heard Xavier’s footsteps coming down the stairs at the same time as I was sitting down to feed Patrick.

He stopped and looked at me for a moment before saying, “I’ll get you a drink. You hungry?”

“Drink is good, thank you Xavier.”

Patrick had eaten, burped, been changed, and was swaddled up tight.

“Wanna put him in his crib?”

“Is the apnea monitor--.”

“All set up.” He smiled at Patrick as he held him.

“You sure--.”

“I am Taelyn. He has been breathing great. No interruptions in two weeks. We have the same monitor the hospital had. He’s gonna be fine.”

“Okay.”

Once we had him in his crib Xavier wrapped his arm around my waist and I leaned into him, “He looks tiny in his crib.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Xavier kissed the top of my head. “Why don’t you get some sleep?”

“I think I’d like a shower.”

He nodded, “Sounds good, you first.”

Once in the bathroom I stepped on the scales. I was only five pounds from my pre pregnancy weight. I started the water and then went and brushed my teeth. I took off my shirt, then my nursing bra, and looked at my body in the mirror. I wasn’t as tight as I was anymore. But Xavier was right about my boobs, they were like porn star tits. I cupped them, pushed them together, and made kissy lips at myself in the mirror. I was about ready to laugh at myself when I looked up at Xavier, standing there in the doorway with his jaw just about hitting the floor.

“What?” I asked and put my hands on my hips.

He shook his head, “Nothin’ Irish, I was just, um, I was just--.”

He was stammering, and it was cute and sexy at the same time.

“Did you think I was already done with my shower?” I asked as I opened the cabinet and pulled out two washcloths.

“Nope.”

“Can I do something for you?”

“Fuck don’t say shit like that to me when you’re all naked and sexy as fuck.”

I smiled, “I have porn star tits Xavier.”

“Really? And you’re just noticing this?”

I tossed him the washcloth. “Come help me clean them.”

Chapter 8

Xavier

Breathe, bitch, just fucking breathe. Holy hell, how the hell was I gonna pull this off without tearing her apart? Naked with Irish, in the shower, and already hard as fucking steel. I’m pretty sure I was about to come right here right now. Son-of-a-bitch I felt like I was thirteen years old.

I got naked real damn quick and then brushed my teeth.

I stepped in and she was giving me the doe eyes, you know all wide and full of wonder. 
That’s it Irish, check out your husband
.

“I forgot the washcloth, guess I’ll have to use my hand.” I reached around her and grabbed the body wash. My body rubbed against hers and her tight little nipples took notice.

I clamped my jaw shut tight, I wanted so bad to have those in my mouth.

I looked up and she was looking at my dick chewing on her bottom lip.

“What are you thinking?”

“Oral skills,” she said and swallowed hard.

“Oral skills wanted, apply here,” I smirked and pulled her lip away from her mouth before smashing mine against hers.

She moaned and her hands very quickly wrapped around my dick and began stroking me and toying with the piercings. I growled and pushed into her hand.

I tilted her head so that I could lick deeper in her mouth. Fuck she tasted like mint. I loved mint but pussy was my favorite, more specifically her pussy was my favorite.

I reached down and cupped her, she jumped and backed away.

“We can’t yet.”

“I know what we can and can’t do,” I kissed down her neck and pulled her closer, “I asked Siri.” She laughed. “No penetration, so I’m just gonna rub you up and then lick you raw. No stitches, you’re healed.”

I rubbed my palm against her and she purred, “Did you ask Siri that too?”

I laughed as I kissed down between those beautiful tits. “No, the nurse.”

I was at her belly button and my tongue dipped inside it, she took in a deep breath and I lifted her leg over my shoulder, dipped my tongue inside her folds, and gave it a flick.

Her knee buckled and I cupped her ass holding her still while I assaulted her clit like it was my fucking job. It was my job, my privilege.

Her hips started to grind against my face and I pushed her ass harder towards my face. I wanted to be soaked in her, bathe in her, I wanted my face to be covered in her cum. It had been to fucking long. I was a starved man at a pooty buffet and this buffet wasn’t for any other motherfucker out there. This one was,

All.

Fucking.

Mine.

She was digging her nails into my shoulders and her pussy was grinding into my face. My Irish was fucking back.

Porn sex baby.

As soon as she finished coming she knelt down and kissed me, “Up.”

“What?” I said nibbling on her lips.

“I want you in my mouth,” she growled.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. She pushed me back against the shower wall and immediately took me as far as she could in her hot as fuck mouth. I was about fucking done from go, but she was a starving little minx and wanted my dick as bad as I wanted her pussy. Her tongue was stroking me, licking me, and her mouth was sucking like a fucking hoover.

“Irish you would slow down, Taelyn.” I said through my tightly clenched jaw. “I swear to fuck I’m gonna blow the top of your head off babe.”

“Mmm,”she moaned and the vibration,

Did.

Me.

In.

I filled her mouth with a fucking tsunami of cum. Overfilled her, and she just kept on sucking. Shit, tickled and I couldn’t stop her greedy little mouth from continuing it’s hot as hell assault on my cock. Her cock.

“Irish,” I hissed.

She looked up, mouth full of cock.

“That was hot as fuck Taelyn.”

She sat back, my cock fell out of her mouth, and she sat on her heels and smiled.

“Get up here,” I said as I pushed her wet red hair away from her face. Once she stood I pulled her against me. “I love you Irish.”

“I missed us.” She pushed her head against my chest, “I missed this.”

“Now it’s us, plus one.”

~

After dressing and spending a long time looking at our little sleeping guy I talked her into taking a nap. I was gonna order some groceries and make her dinner. Then I was seriously hoping she’d have my cock for dessert.

I walked downstairs and heard voices. It was Momma and a man. They were laughing.

I walked around the corner into the kitchen and Momma and Professor Thomas were standing at the counter.

“Hey Momma, Thomas, what--.”

I stopped when Momma nearly jumped out of her skin and Thomas grabbed her so she didn’t fall over.

I laughed and she looked at me in shock. “What? When? Is Patrick with you?”

“He and Taelyn are napping. I was just going to order some food and--.”

“Why didn’t you tell us you were coming home?”

Momma seemed pissed, “Just needed it to be the three of us the first day Momma Joe.”

Thomas put his hand on her shoulder and she seemed to chill the fuck out, probably didn’t want to make a scene in front of an employee. Thank God he was here.

“Wasn’t out of disrespect Momma. We’ve been a little overwhelmed.”

“You could have just told us you know Xavier,” her voice quivered.

“Awe come on Momma, don’t be like that.” I walked up and gave her a hug.

“She’s just being a concerned parent Xavier, I’m sure you understand that a lot more now.”

Professor Thomas say what? I wanted to be a dick but I didn’t think he was really trying to come off as Mommas bulldog. So I reeled it in.

“Of course I do.” I kissed both her cheeks and stepped back. “Momma Joe, whatcha gonna cook me?”

“Whatever you want, Xavier. Whatever you want.” She hugged me real tight and now I felt like a giant douchebag.

Cause like Thomas had pointed out, I did understand now.