I know I haven't updated in so long-but I've been really busy. I know this chapter is also short, but I hope you enjoy it! I'm still working on Making It Shine, and I have a new story called Moonlight, so check that out too!


CHAPTER ELEVEN

School finally ended—for the year. The gang wasn't looking forward to going back for next school year, but they were glad that it would be their last year. Cat, especially—she just wanted to be done with school and focus on taking care of Kenzie, planning ahead for hers and Robbie's wedding, and deal with hers and Sam's babysitting service. Sam was nice enough to let Cat off the hook for the day, so while the blonde was at home with three kids, Cat was at Tori's house, sitting on a deck chair by the pool.

"Thank god for summer," Cat said, placing a hat on Kenzie's head.

"Thank god school's out—I don't have to worry about looking bloated," Tori said, resting her hand on her growing stomach.

Cat laughed and sat Kenzie up in her lap, supporting her front. "Well, Kenzie's excited to get a cousin closer to her age to play with. Lacey's just a bit too energetic for this lazy little ball of fat," she said, kissing Kenzie's cheek.

"I can't believe she's already four months… I feel like she was just born."

"Me, too… But look at you, Miss Expecting-In-Three-Months-And-Still-Hotter-Than-Ever. I was huge by the time I was six months."

"You were gorgeous."

"Yeah, but I was still big."

"You were all baby—I've gained real weight."

"Well, we think you're pretty, Aunt Tori," Cat said, imitating a baby voice for Kenzie.

"Thanks, cutie pie," Tori said, kissing Kenzie's cheek. "Are you ready to get in the pool, kiddo? Mommy got you all slathered up in sunscreen?"

"I do. And Mommy's ready to get in too, so let's go," Cat said getting up from her chair and turning towards Tori, holding her hand up. "Come on, Preggo."

Tori scoffed, but took Cat's hand and stood up. "I'd be offended if I wasn't pregnant."

Cat laughed and carefully got into the pool, holding Tori's hand to help her in after her. She crouched down in the water so she was on her knees and slowly dipped Kenzie into the water, both girls laughing at the infant's sharp intake of breath and wide eyes.

"Is this new for you, missy?" Tori asked.

"It's just like a bath, only it's a cool bath," Cat said, raising the baby up a little and putting her back in the water.

Kenzie started fussing, which turned into a cry and Cat pouted, bringing her daughter to her shoulder and patting her back. "You're alright, it's just water."

"Do you think it's too cold for her?" Tori asked.

"Nah—she's had baths colder than this without complaints," she said laying Kenzie in her arms. "What's the matter, grumpy gills?"

Kenzie's hand found her mouth and she started sucking on her fist, which seemed to calm her down for a few seconds, but she started crying again, kicking her feet.

"Oh, you drama queen," Cat said, walking over to the pool steps and sitting down so she was still in the water. "She's hungry," she said.

"She's always hungry," Tori said. "I hope mine's not like that. I dunno how I'd feel with something permanently attached to my boob."

"Not permanently. Just until she decides she doesn't want to anymore," Cat said, lowering one side of her bikini top and getting Kenzie positioned to eat.

"Does it ever annoy you? Like, do you ever wish you started her out on the bottle?"

"Not really. Breastfeeding is best for them. I like the bonding time. But she takes a bottle really well if I can't nurse. I always have formula with me. I don't like to breast feed in public so she takes a bottle if we're out, or if someone's babysitting for me."

"I dunno if I wanna nurse yet or not. I don't know if I'd be comfortable with it."

"Give it a few weeks. If it's something you don't like, then put the baby on the bottle. No one's gonna judge you. At least it'll be fed."

"I guess so. I'm so not prepared for this yet."

"You better get prepared, Momma—you have three months. You still need to figure out where it's gonna sleep?"

"Well, Trina's going to college so she'll be in a dorm room—and Lacey will take her room, so I could always just give him a corner of that room until we can figure something else out. If we figure something else out."

"She's not taking Lacey? She's just gonna go off to college and leave her kid here? After giving her up and finally getting her back, she's just gonna leave her here?"

"She's gonna talk to an advisor about having her stay with her—but honestly, it's better for Lacey to stay here. She'd have to come here anyways while Trina's at school, so she'd be waking up, getting herself and Lacey ready, bring Lacey here, go to class, come pick Lacey up, and it's just a big hassle. It's easier for her to just go to class and then come over to visit and put Lacey to bed and then go back to her dorm."

"That's a lot of work, still," Cat said, scratching her head as she looked at Kenzie, whose eyes were wide open and staring at Tori. "You have an admirer, Aunt Tori."

Tori looked at Kenzie and smiled, kissing her foot. "Hi, pretty girl. You eating?"

Kenzie smiled, her suction from Cat's breast stopping for a few seconds before she went back to eating.

"Ugh—I can't handle how cute she is," Tori said.

"She's pretty adorable," Cat agreed.

"So, did all of her tests come through?"

Cat nodded. "Yeah. Literally the only thing that was off is that she's a pound heavier than the average four-month-old. Her pediatrician says if she presents any form of slowness in her development then to bring it up. He gave me a chart, and if she doesn't achieve the milestones she should be hitting within two months of the average age then to mention it to him. She seems caught up so far, though."

"Good. See, we told you she'd be just fine. You worried for nothing."

"Hopefully I won't have to worry so much about my next baby."

"You shouldn't be worrying about another baby right now. Just enjoy the one you have."

"I plan on it. It'll be a couple years before I have another baby."

"Don't speak too soon."


Cat walked into hers and Sam's apartment, closing the door behind her. She stopped in her tracks and her eyes widened at the sight of the apartment. Toys were strewn across the living room—which normally wasn't an issue since they were babysitters, but everything was covered in paint—including her four-month-old daughter, sitting on the counter in her bouncer chair.

"Oh my lord," she said, walking over to Kenzie, placing her purse on the counter before sighing and looking at the baby. "What did your Aunt Sam do to you? You look like a smurf."

"So do you!" Chloe shouted from the end of the hallway, immediately squirting Cat with blue paint from a squirt gun, joined in by Max and Sam with green and orange.

"Oh my god!" Cat exclaimed. She took Kenzie out of her seat and held her in front of her. "I have a shield!"

"That's cheating, we can't shoot a baby," Max said.

Cat grinned, holding Kenzie's back to her chest and kissing her cheek. "That's right. And you know what happens now?"

"We eat some meatballs?" Sam asked. "Momma's hungry for some meatballs."

"I'll make meatballs after you three get this living room cleaned up—toys, paint, whatever that disgusting sticky looking substance is on my coffee table. Clean it up," she said, placing Kenzie back in her seat and buckling her in. "And do not leave my child unattended on top of a counter again, Samantha Emery Puckett."

"Who told you my middle name?"

"Carly."

"You talk to Carly?"

"I got a hold of her when I planned your birthday party—and I asked her what your middle name was so I could use it on you when you aren't listening—like right now. Get busy cleaning my living room."

"Max, Chloe—you heard the woman," Sam said.

Cat picked up a hand towel and threw it at Sam. "You too, lazy. Nonna would freak out if she saw this mess."

"Can I hold the baby afterwards?"

"Possibly. Depends on how good a job you do. Now, get busy," she said, walking to the sink and turning the water faucet on. "Actually, where's Darby?"

"Asleep in our room."

"You keep track of the water temperature and fill up Kenzie's bath tub, then fill up a side of the sink. I'll give Darby a bath too. Are they spending the night?"

"No, but they'll be here until nine tonight."

"Max, Chloe—soon as this room's cleaned, showers."

"Aw, man," Max said.

"You need them—trust me," she said before walking into hers and Sam's room. She smiled, seeing Darby rub his face against her covers and she walked to her bed, sitting down on the edge and rubbing the one-year-old's back. "Hey, mister. You awake?"

Darby turned over on his back and grinned, seeing Cat. He sat up and held his arms out, so she picked him up and kissed his cheek. "Hey. It's been a hot minute since I've gotten to hold you; you're heavy compared to Kenzie. You wanna go get a bath?"

Darby babbled, kicking his feet and Cat laughed, standing up and resting him on her hip before walking back to the kitchen. She smiled, seeing that Sam started Kenzie's bath already and she sat Darby on the counter to undress him.

"How's she doing, Aunt Sam?" Cat asked.

"She's a kicker, that's how she's doing," Sam said.

"Yeah. She makes a mess."

"I know, there's water all over the floor."

"How come Sam isn't helping?" Max asked.

"Shut up."

"Nope—he's right," Cat said. "You need to be helping," she said, lifting a naked Darby into her arms. "I'll take care of the babies."

"But…"

"But nothing. Get to it, Puckell."

"Puckett. It's Puckett."


Cat stretched, letting out a yawn. She heard Kenzie crying earlier—she wasn't sure how much earlier it was, but she calmed herself down, so she just stayed laying in bed, but she felt like she'd fallen back to sleep.

She looked at her phone and the time red 3:27 AM. She was probably hungry, she thought. Then, she heard her daughter's tiny sounds—those adorable little grunts she makes when she's just waking up. Cat got up and walked over to Kenzie's crib—which was in the joint closet she and Sam shared. They'd been talking to the landlord about getting a two-bedroom apartment so they'd have their own room and so Kenzie didn't have to live in the closet, but they had to wait for another tenant to move out first.

Smiling, Cat picked the baby up and kissed her head, patting her diaper. "You wanna get changed?" she whispered. "You're awfully heavy in the butt," she said, turning on her bedside lamp before grabbing a diaper and wipes. She quickly got Kenzie changed into a fresh diaper and threw the dirty one in the diaper genie before taking her tank top off and picking the four-month-old up again and laying on her side, laying Kenzie on her side as well as she unclipped the right cup of her nursing bra and got Kenzie positioned to eat.

She didn't realize that she'd fallen asleep—the next time she woke up, it was 9:18 AM and her blanket was pulled up to her chin—most likely Sam's doing. Pushing the blanket away from her, she clipped her bra back together and pulled her shirt on before quickly using the restroom and walking out to the living room.

There, she saw Robbie sitting on the couch with Kenzie in his arms, feeding her a bottle while Sam stood at the counter eating meatballs. She walked behind the couch and wrapped her arms around Robbie, kissing his cheek.

"Hi. You could have woken me up if she was hungry," she said.

"I wanted you to sleep in," Robbie said.

"You didn't let me sleep in," Sam said.

"I needed you to open the door for me, I don't have a key."

"Whatever. When you're done feeding the little human, put her in her carseat. I'm gonna take her on a little walk."

Cat looked at her for a few seconds. "…Where are you taking my baby?"

"The park. The arcade. The museum."

"Goomer and Dice—alright. That's fine, but text me when you're on your way back home. And make sure you take the diaper bag with enough diapers and a change of clothes, her pacifier, and a couple bottles."

"Already got it packed."

"She's almost better than you," Robbie said.

Cat rolled her eyes. "Seriously, text me. I might be busy."


And she was busy—busy riding Robbie.

He was laying on her bed, her on top of him and her hips were moving expertly. Her hands rested upon his chest, one of his hands rested upon her thigh and his other hand's thumb circling around her clit—exactly the way she liked it.

Cat let out a moan, her hips starting to move slightly quicker. "Baby…" she whispered. "Fuck…"

Just a few seconds later, a moan came from Robbie's lips as he thrusted his hips up into hers as he released himself into her womb. Just a few seconds after that, Cat let a guttural moan slip through her throat as she came, making a wet mess all over the both of them.

She panted heavily, still rocking her hips slightly against his thumb until she became too sensitive to tolerate it, and she pushed his hand away before allowing herself to lay on him, both of them breathing quickly.

"That was…" Robbie started.

Cat nodded. "Yeah," she said. "Same here."

She looked towards her nightstand when she heard a buzz and she reached over, reading a text. "Sam's on her way home," she said, sending a quick reply back. "Wanna go take a shower? I don't wanna smell like vagina juice."

Robbie laughed. "Yeah, sure. Let's go take care of that."