Ranger and Stephanie are still Janet's. I can only take credit for the typos and the blame for not being able to let this story go.
I eat right, work out religiously, and have read everything I could find in order to be prepared for taking care of a newborn, but words on a page are a poor precursor to the reality of it. I feel almost as exhausted as Steph looks.
"How does something so small cry that loud?" She asked, fumbling for the lamp's on switch.
"It's a mystery."
As I watched her pick up Olivia and come back to bed, I slid up on my pillow and took in the sight of her feeding our daughter. I have new appreciation for what her body can do now. Steph can make me come with one squeeze after entering her, and she can also grow and sustain a life single-handedly.
