Page 103 of The Blessing

chapter 39

cumbersome

After my visit and a few phone conversations with Felicity, I feel like it’s time to formally introduce her to my son. Of course, he’s technically no relation to her, but he’s my world and I want her to know him. Besides, my mom will just be one more person who will love Grey. He barely sees Evelyn anymore, and that’s not due to my lack of effort. I’ve reached out to her a few times, asking her when she’d like to see her grandson. Every time she declines, stating she’s busy or has prior plans. I’m not sure whether I believe her or not. While she is quite popular in her little social circle, she also reeks of bullshit. For whatever reason, she hasn’t had any interest in seeing her grandson since she and dad separated. Maybe it’s because seeing him would mean seeing me. I hope she gets over all this shit, though, because Grey deserves grandparents who love him. However, if she’s going to continue to act this way, maybe she just doesn’t deserve to be in his life. Suddenly, water splashes me in the face and pulls me away from my contemplations.

“Come on, Grey. Let Daddy finish getting you ready, buddy. You’ve played in the water long enough.”

Grey ignores me and giggles as he splashes the water around. He loves his bath time; nothing compares for him. He gets so fucking giddy any time he’s in a tub filled with bubbles, surrounded by the collection of rubber duckies I bought for him. I love seeing him enjoying himself, but sometimes I wish he would calm down for two seconds, so I could actually bathe him. He moves around so quickly and being so slippery it’s practically impossible to wash him. I don’t know how Ronnie manages to do this in under twenty minutes because he’s practically pruning right now, and I haven’t gotten much done.

“Grey, come on, buddy,” I practically plead as I squirt some shampoo in my palm and attempt to wash his hair.

“No!” he exclaims with a giggle, scooting his little butt away from me.

I sit back on my haunches and just look at him in disbelief. Fucking great. His new word is fucking “no.” Of course, he finds my shocked expression absolutely hilarious because he can’t stop giggling in-between clapping his hands together and splashing the water. His laughter quickly turns to hiccups, causing me to laugh, too. Despite everything else, seeing him like this is extremely fucking cute. And this is coming from a man that doesn’t use the word “cute” very often. He’s not going to be little forever, so I might as well enjoy these years while they last.

“What did you say, buddy?” I ask as I reach down to tickle his belly.

“Dada!” I tickle him again and he laughs before shooing me away with his hand. “No!”

“Ronnie!” I call out with a laugh. “You’ve got to come hear Grey’s new word!”

She breezes into the bathroom still clad in her pajamas and smiles at me; her beautiful face is bright and without a tinge of makeup. Fuck, is she beautiful like this. I ogle her for a moment—completely dazed as I usually am when I see her. I close my mouth, so I’m not gaping at her like a fucking fish.

“You’ve got to hear his new word, babe,” I say as I reach down to tickle my son’s belly once more in hopes he’ll decide to say it again.

“No!” he squeals before giving me a bright smile.

“Oh, no.” Ronnie giggles as she joins me on the bathroom floor. Sitting next to the tub, she trails her fingers through the water as she continues, “He’s going to be saying that all of the time now.”

“It’s sort of cute,” I contemplate with a chuckle. Although, I wish his new word could’ve been “yes.”

Thank fuck, I’ve reigned my cursing in around him because how fucking embarrassing would it be for his new word to be “fuck” instead of “no.” I could only imagine the look on people’s faces if they heard my little boy throwing words like “shit” and “fuck” around. He’s not going to be talking like that until he’s a legal adult. Shit, I’m so overprotective already.

“Hurry up, Daddy! We all have to finish getting ready if we’re going to make it to your dad’s place on time. So, clean him up and get him dressed because we still have to shower, Trev.” With that, she smacks me on the ass and stands up. I watch her hips sway as she walks out of the bathroom before returning my attention back to my son.

“I can help you clean up, Ronnie,” I call over my shoulder before she’s gone out of earshot. “You know—to make things go faster.”

“There’s an idea, champ!” I hear her tease as she retreats to the kitchen.

I quickly finish bathing Grey, but I give him a few minutes more to play with his rubber duckies in the bubbles before pulling the plug. Although I can hardly wait to be under a hot stream of water naked with my girl, I don’t have the heart to shorten his playtime. He cries when I pull him out of the water and start to towel dry him. However, he’s back to his mellow self by the time I dressed him in the outfit his mommy laid out. He’s babbling up a storm by the time I get him settled in his baby gym in front of the television. He fusses just a second when I put him in his gym but is easily distracted when I turn on some cartoons. Once he has his eyes glued to the television and he’s bouncing in his little gym—I seek my girl out.

Ronnie’s cleaning up in the kitchen, rinsing off our dishes from last night, completely oblivious to my presence. Unable to pass up the opportunity to hear her scream, I quietly cross the room and pounce on her. I wrap my arms around her midsection and lift her up off the floor backwards. She screams—just like I wanted her to—and drops the hose, causing water to spray all over my kitchen. Laughing, I grab it before it flips in our direction and point it into Ronnie’s face, causing her to shriek.

“Trev! Stop it right now! You’re getting me soaked!”

I look down at her white pajama T-shirt and smirk after I see the way it’s molded to her braless tits. I know we need some alone time when I notice her pebbled, pink nipples through her wet shirt. Unless, of course, she wants me to fuck her on the floor of our kitchen. Before I can take her anywhere, she forces the hose out of my hand just before she presses her lips against mine. I know exactly what she wants when she wiggles her ass against my erection. Unable to help myself, I turn her around so she’s facing me before lowering her body to the ground. I pull her pajama pants down and touch her where she needs my attention most. A soft moan escapes from her lips and she writhes underneath me as I continue to apply pressure before sliding one of my fingers inside of her.

This time, a stronger moan emits from her lips and I quickly cover her mouth. “If we’re going to do this here, you have to be quiet.” She nods, and I grin before pushing my pants down.

We’re a half hour late by the time we arrive at my dad’s apartment. Dad smirks as soon as he sees the sated look on Ronnie’s and my face. I’d feel embarrassed if I weren’t so relaxed. Fuck it, though. My dad obviously knows I’m no virgin. Haven’t been since middle school. Mom’s smiling at his side. This time when I see them standing side by side I realize that they truly are a great looking couple. They look like they’re meant to be together. Honestly, I’ve never seen my dad look so content. I never realized how unhappy he was with Evelyn until now.

“Ronnie, it’s so nice to see you again,” my mom gushes as she comes forward to embrace my girl.

Ronnie seems surprised at first but is more than happy to hug Felicity back. Grey is smiling from his perch in my arms. He starts cooing as he reaches out his arms, wanting to be included in the embrace as well. Ronnie sees our son out of the corner of her eye and smiles at him.

“I think Grey wants a hug, too,” she states, stepping forward to take our little guy from me.

My mom’s face lights up like a Christmas tree as Ronnie passes Grey off to her. This is the first time she’s gotten the chance to hold him. Her eyes quickly fill with tears as soon as he’s settled in her hold. I can practically feel her joy as if it were palpable in the air as she snuggles my son to her chest. He seems just as happy. He gives her a mischievous smirk as he runs his chubby, little hand through her hair before trying to stuff it into his mouth. My mom laughs, pulling her hair away and giving him a small kiss on the forehead.