Page 58 of Always My Comfort
“Even if he turns into a terror, will you want another one with me?” He hesitated on the question, but I couldn’t get my eyes to open, so I blindly reached for his hand.
“I want everything with you, Jax.” He intertwined our hands, and everything was just right.
“Good because I want three more.” He chuckled, and by some miracle, my eyes flew open.
“Three?!”
His grin was priceless, and even if he wasn’t so goddamn sinfully handsome, I’d probably still give him as many damn kids as he wanted.
“I need a little girl that looks like you and a few more boys to keep her safe.”
“You’re crazy, Dexter.” I let my eyes fall shut again.
“We’ve already established that. Now, sleep, my beautiful girl, because this little man is a Dexter, and we don’t sleep much.”
Our little Kane Dexter.
I wanted to be a Dexter, too.
Epilogue
JAXON
Six MonthsLater
Kane suckled loudly on the bottle of breast milk I was feeding him. The sun had barely risen, and he was wide awake, his momma’s eyes shining up at me with more love and adoration than I deserved.
“You’re a good boy, Kane. Drink up, buddy,” I whisper softly, hoping to keep this short so I could climb back into bed with Logan and catch another hour of sleep before morning drills.
He’d been an easy baby. At least, that was what everyone said. And every time they did, I watched Logan stiffen, her eyes turn to slits, and she’d shake her head. The first three months had, in fact, not been easy.
But from what I had heard, it never was. At least we figured out getting him to sleep through the night. We were both struggling with taking turns at night and then trying to cope with our days.
After he finished the bottle Logan had prepared for him last night, I held him upright on my knee and gently patted his back, rubbing out three loud belches before rocking him back to sleep. Never thought I’d sing until we learned that he liked my terrible voice, so now, I sangonlyfor him, and it soothed him straight to sleep every time within minutes.
After laying him in his crib, I tiptoed out of the room and crept into the main bedroom, where Logan was just getting out of bed.
“Not so fast.” I jumped into the bed, pulling her to my chest.
“I need to feed Kane,” she groggily mumbled, cheek on my chest.
“Already done, sweetheart. Go back to sleep.”
“Mmh. Okay. You’re the best dad,” she whispered, falling back asleep, her soft breaths brushing against my bare chest.
And she was the best mom. I knew she had been worried about knowing what to do with our son, but like everything else she did, she was a natural. Plus, if he was anything like me, he had to be smitten with her.
She was perfection.
Closing my own eyes, time flew by too quickly, and then my alarm was going off, reminding me about the spring morning drills. Logan was grumbling about it being too early.
Kane wouldn’t wake for another hour or two, so I slipped from the bed and headed into the bathroom, wishing I could spend the morning in bed with Logan, making another baby.
* * *
Sittingin my truck after practice, still trying to catch my breath, Logan sent me a picture of her and Kane, making my heart ache in a way I didn’t know was possible.
And then, my brother’s ugly mug filled the screen, the phone vibrating with the incoming call.