Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“You. She looks just like her beautiful mother,” I try to persuade her to take care of our girl and what I’m sure is going to be a complete blowout. Brooke is at the age where she’s always on the go yet not crawling. The walker has been a Godsend. What hasn’t been is when she hides in a corner to take a massive dump.
“No, she doesn’t. Brooke looks nothing like me. Thankfully, she has my stunning personality.” Danica walks around the kitchen island. A lot of things haven’t changed; she still can’t cook us a meal to save her life. I take on that task. What she has perfected is making homemade baby food. Which is what she’s been doing all morning before we head out to meet our friends and family for dinner.
“Brooke, is Daddy really going to let you sit in a nasty diaper while Mommy slaves away at the stove all day?” My wife lays it on fucking thick. I stepped out of the living room to take a phone call, and that’s when Brooke started her grunting.
“Ba-ba-ba.” Brooke bangs on the tray in her walker.
“That’s all you. I don’t have what you have to feed her.” I try to pawn the dirty job off on Danica one last time. We both know I’ll be changing Brooke’s diaper even if it weren’t my turn.
“Theo Goldman, I’m going to kick your ass!” Danica threatens while ladling food into each container.
“Do you hear that nasty talk your mom is giving me? I get no respect around here, munchkin. Not a lick. Between you two women, I’m going to go broke and have more gray hair than your uncles.” I move toward our daughter. Her little arms reach up for me. “Come on, stinky girl, we’ll go change your diaper while Mom finishes up what she’s doing. Then you can have her boob.” Danica nurses Brooke as much as she can when she isn’t working at the hospital a couple of days a week. It annoys me to no end that she won’t quit and stay home full-time. Okay, it doesn’t annoy me, but I’d prefer her not to work when it’s not necessary. We went round and round, finally coming to an agreement that she’d work part-time, for now. Once another little one is in the picture, she’d re-evaluate, but I’ve heard her grumble lately that she’s tired the day after work. I keep biding my time and biting my tongue. She’ll quit when she’s ready. Especially when Brooke has another sleep regression, which is coming, if last night is anything to go by.
“I’ve got her.” I pick Brooke up. She’s all smiles for a little girl who’s had a massive blowout. It’s up her back and coming out of her diaper and clothing. “We’re heading to the bathroom. Feel free to help me. What did you feed her?” I ask my wife, holding Brooke out in front of me in case of any leakage.
“She’s teething.” As if that explains everything to me. I walk down the hall, using my elbow to turn on the light in the bathroom. I look at Brooke’s back in the mirror, and yep, it’s going to be a messy one. I go through the process of starting the bath while putting her in the ring we have suctioned to the bathtub. As soon as the water is on and at a warm temperature, I’ll go through the process of stripping her down.
“You got it handled in here, or do you need a hand?” I look over my shoulder. My wife is fucking gorgeous, still small in size with some newly found curves.
“Yeah. You want to grab a change of clothes or undress her?” I’d have handled it either way, but I’m not an idiot and will take all the help I can get when it comes to having Danica by my side.
“You go grab the clothes. I’ll work on getting her ready for her bath.” She moves to my side and goes to her knees. “Oh, girlfriend, you’re cute, but man, you’re a mess. Those teeth are not being fair to you.” Brooke smiles up at her with a gummy grin.
“When do you think she’ll finally break a tooth and not have blowouts because of them?”
“I’m not sure. Millie told me the same thing happened to their little one and to be prepared.” She shrugs her shoulders.
“Well, shit, literally. I’ll be right back.” I go to stand up, but Danica’s hand goes to my forearm.
“I hope you’re prepared to do this with two in the next eight months or so.” There are tears in her eyes. My throat bobs with emotion I’m not putting a name to.
“Fuck, yeah, I am. God, I love you guys. All of you.” My hand touches her abdomen.