Page 64 of Kobalt

A tiny whimper rose from the bundle in my arms, and Kaimera smiled at me. “I think someone’s ready for a diaper change. Smells like burnt grass.” She teased me.

I laughed and kissed my son on his cheeks before I completely showered him with kisses. He was three months old today, and we had celebrated earlier in the afternoon with cupcakes.

I bussed my wife’s lips as the others headed back into the kitchen. “Thank you, babe.”

“For?”

“For not walking away and being strong enough to stand for our love. Without your strength, we wouldn’t have our beautiful baby boy, our beautiful home, and our beautiful family.”

We lived between the farm and the city. She had sold her townhome, and I’d sold my condo. We had bought a five-bedroom, five-and-a-half-bathroom home in the suburbs, complete with a library, swimming pool, indoor gym, and basketball court.

“And without your love, I never would’ve received my healing. You have always been and will always be the remedy for what ails me, Mr. Harden.”

She kissed me again sweetly before she slapped my ass.

“Aye, woman. You don’t do that to me; I do that to you.”

She giggled. “How about you change that poopy diaper? That’s what you do, Mr. Daddy of the year.”

My baby had made it through her pregnancy journey safe and healthy. There were many times that I had to encourage and reassure her, but she hadn’t given up the fight, and she hadn’t allowed her fears to overcome her. Her faith and love had conquered it all.

“Come on, li’l man. Never thought I’d see the day that I’d look forward to changing dirty diapers, but for you, I’d go through the trenches and hang the moon. For you, I’d fight the wars all over again. ’Cause you’re my heart in physical manifestation.”

I kissed my son as I climbed the stairs to his nursery, and I thanked God for the blessings and patience he had sent my way.