Gordon's Dawn (14 page)

Dawn could feel the tears slide down her face, and before they got to her lips, Gordon brushed them away.

“Oh, don’t cry. I didn’t, don’t ever want to make you cry.”

“They’re not sad tears. I’m just so happy. If you would have told me two, hell, a year ago I would be this happy, married, and pregnant with triplets, I would have told you that you were high or on something. I never planned for any of this, but it turned out better than if I did. I love you, Gordon Wilks, and together, I know we can battle anything.”

“I love you too, Dawn.”

Resting her head back down on Gordon, she settled against him and let her contentment and love wash over her, as she closed her eyes, allowing sleep to claim her.

Jacob suckled on
her breast, and every time Dawn thought he was done, and she went to take him off and give his sisters a turn, he’d suckle again like his life depended on it. If Dawn didn’t know any better, she’d swear he knew she and Gordon were going out tonight. She didn’t want to leave them as much as she knew they didn’t want her to go. Jacob was a mummy’s boy at three-and-a-half-months old. His sisters, Lillian, and Grace, were daddy’s girls even though they were still nursing. She breastfed as much as possible and supplemented with formula. Jacob hated the formula and very rarely drank it.

“He’s hungry tonight,” Gordon said leaning down with Lillian cradled in his arm while he brushed his lips over hers.

“I think he knows we’re going out without him. Watch.” Dawn showed Gordon what happened when she went to unlatch him.

Gordon burst out laughing. “Oh, yeah, he totally knows somethings up.” Lillian blew bubbles and made happy noises at daddy’s laugh.

Grace’s cry could be heard when Catherine entered the nursery holding her. “She’s hungry too and is not having the bottle I did up for her.”

It was our one year anniversary. Gordon’s parents, her sister, and her nephew were there to help celebrate and look after her babies while she got ready to go and then went out for dinner. So far, Jacob, Lillian, and Grace were having none of her leaving them, even to get ready. 

Catherine, Gordon’s mother, was amazing, and the babies loved her, but she wasn’t one to change nappies or let them cry even for a second. She came around at least every second day to check on and be with them, and Dawn was grateful for any help. Gordon had hired a wonderful nanny Selena, but Dawn wanted to do as much as she could and not have the hired help always taking care of things. She loved her babies and didn’t want to a miss a moment with them. Selena stood by the door with Destiny ready to help when she asked.

Gordon knelt down beside her, still cradling Lillian. He lifted her shirt, unhooked the maternity bra, and helped Lillian latch on. Gordon then went to her other breast and carefully detached their son and stood. “Buddy, you have to share. I understand why you don’t want to, but if I have to, so do you.” Dawn rolled her eyes at the serious way Gordon said it as he gazed at their son.

Gordon was an awesome father. Dawn couldn’t ask for better. She was so proud of how he did everything, even changing diapers. She glanced around the room, seeing the faces of her loved ones and knew she’d been blessed beyond compare. Gordon came into her line of view again and eased down to the ground again, this time he held a whimpering Grace. He helped latch her on, and then instead of getting up, he sat down in front of her.

“I can have something delivered and set up outside.”

“You’re amazing right?” She smiled down at him.

“I know you don’t want to leave them. So we’ll try baby steps. We’ll leave the house, but won’t be so far away you can’t come running if they desperately need you.”

“Thank you. I love you so much.”

Gordon got up off the floor with a smug grin on his face. “I know you do.” He leaned down and kissed her. Dawn savored the kiss like she did any from her husband. “How long will you be?”

“Give me another ten minutes here, and then fifteen or so minutes so I can have a quick shower and change.”

“That’s perfect. The chef told me he’d be ready in about thirty-five minutes?”

“You knew?” Tears slid down her cheeks, and Gordon leaned down to brush them away.

“Of course. I know my wife. I knew you wouldn’t leave the babies. You want to be close to them. It’s one of the many reasons why I love you. You’re a wonderful mother.”

“I… I… saying I love you is just not enough. What I feel is deeper, is more, but I’ll say it again, I love you so damn much, Gordon Wilks.” Dawn could hear Catherine crying, but it was a happy cry as she was smiling. Dawn gazed over to see her sister grinning and wiping tears. Dawn didn’t know what she ever did to get so lucky. She had a wonderful family and an amazing husband that every day she fell more deeply in love with him.

Her once-simple, carefully planned life was crazy and unpredictable, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The End

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