Since this is the last update until January 9th, I want to wish every one of you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I hope you enjoy this last update until then. xx Dee

Beta'd by Brie and kitch.

Chapter Thirteen

Confession #13: I realized my life was completely change the moment I became a Dad, and that besides coffee girl, I didn't know it was possible to fall in love more than once—that is until Caleb arrived.

Love is a funny thing, so multidimensional and nearly impossible to define. I loved my parents, unconditionally, faults and all. I was irrevocably in love with Bella—she made it so damn easy to love her like that. But my love for my child changed my concept of the thing altogether. It was absolute and unchangeable.

He was everything right about Bella and me.

The long night was behind us, so when Caleb crashed after his bath, we did too...even if it wasn't a very deep sleep.

The sun was completely up the first time I was awoken by Caleb's cry, though the room was shrouded in darkness. I jumped up from the oddly comfortable plastic covered recliner and carefully lifted him out of the bassinet.

"What's the matter, little guy?" His cry was already breaking my heart. "You hungry? Shall we wake Mommy so you can get your chow on?"

We didn't have to wake Bella, though; she'd already woken up and was tearfully smiling.

"You're so good with him already. Come on, bring him over. I'm ready to give this whole milkmaid thing a real go of it." I loved how we both got the cheesy sense of humor the other had.

With Caleb now settled in coffee girl's arms and suckling from her breast, I sat back down and watched. If it wasn't my wife and child, I would have thought myself a pervert for staring, but I was just in complete awe of the beauty held within the moment. The bond a mother and child shared was breathtaking. She was a goddess in my eyes, and I was a bit turned on by it.

Though I tried to be discreet with my repositioning of the jewels, Bella noticed and snorted. "Seriously?" she chuckled.

I shrugged. "Can help it. You're hot and I love your tits."

She tossed her head back and laughed. Hard. Poor Caleb wasn't happy about his meal being disturbed and let out a wail of a protest as he became unlatched.

"Sorry, little man. Your daddy's perving on your mama."

Bella helped our son latch back on and caressed his cheek as he suckled. When she glanced back up at me with tears in her eyes, I was lost, and all thoughts of her tits had been forgotten. "Thank you for this extraordinary life, for loving me so unconditionally, and for making every single day better than the one before."

What could I possibly say that could or would top that? Nothing, so I went the tried and true cheesy route. "Ditto."

Once Caleb was done with his meal, Bella handed him over to be burped and changed. When he let out a belch worthy of a downed six-pack of beer, we both laughed in awe.

Bella climbed out of bed and decided to shower while I cleaned up what would be the first of many poopy diapers. I'd expected a tar-like substance, thanks to the books, but that didn't mean I wasn't still grossed out by it. Once I was finished, I didn't rush to bundle him up. Instead, I pulled off the t-shirt I was wearing—the hospital room was a balmy seventy-six degrees—and got comfortable in the Daddy recliner again with my little guy asleep on my bare chest. I did cover us both with the flimsy receiving blanket before I fell fast asleep, cradling him to me.

I was awoken just a few minutes after I'd crashed by the flash of a camera.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist. You two looked adorable sleeping together. I had to capture it for prosperity." I could tell she wasn't in the least bit sorry, but I understood. If I came across her in the same position, I wouldn't hesitate to capture the image forever either.

"It's okay," I said as I checked the hold I had on Caleb. "It's for the best that you did. I wouldn't want to risk hurting him."

With a hand on my shoulder, coffee girl spoke again. "I don't think you ever could. Let me take him and then maybe you could see about breakfast for us. I'm starving."

She sat Caleb on her bed and carefully wrapped him up like a burrito. She then walked over and laid him in the clear bassinet before she pulled it over closer to her bed. She just sat there with a sweet look of contentment on her face as she watched our little guy sleep.

Besides the day I met coffee girl and the day we were married, this was one of the best days of my life. Who would have thought my life could be completely and utterly altered by the need of a café au lait? I sure as hell never thought it could be, but I was never more grateful for the addiction I had.

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Whether the hospital approved or not, I brought in Denny's for my girl. I knew it would make her happy. I also picked myself up my own coffee while I was out. I was just glad I was able to sneak back into the hospital without any issues. I knew the peace we had wouldn't last, but I was taking advantage of the reprieve while I could.

Lunch and dinner were healthier than breakfast had been. Caleb had nursed and pooped six more times since his early morning meal. Both Bella's doctor and the pediatrician we'd selected had been by and given us the okay to head home when we were ready.

It was a daunting idea. The little guy wasn't even twenty-four hours old yet, but we got the go ahead to leave. I wasn't sure if I was ready, though Bella—the always calm and insightful one in our relationship—quickly reminded me it was best we leave when the paparazzi were least likely to know we were gone. I did agree with that, so we gathered our belongings and settled Caleb in his car seat before we left.

I drove slowly and cautiously through the streets of Beverly Hills. Even at almost midnight, there were still a lot of other drivers on the road and they were all crazy maniacs, apparently. I white-knuckled the steering wheel the whole way home, grumbling under my breath the entire way, too.

I don't think I relaxed until I pulled into the underground garage of ours. I took a calming breath and glanced at Bella, who had an amused smile on her face.

"Feel better now?" she asked, and I nodded.

She leaned over and kissed me, which served to only relax me more. I was so lost in coffee girl that I hadn't even heard the doors being flung open and the slightly toned down squeal of my mother-in-law as she pulled Caleb's car seat out of its base and practically ran into the house with our child.

Once the shock wore off, Bella and I laughed at what had just transpired. "You think we'll ever see him again now that she's got her hands on him?"

Bella nodded. "Renee doesn't do poopy diapers, but if your mother does, then odds are we'll only see him for feedings."

I shook my head. She was correct. It would be a while before we got to enjoy some quiet time with our son again.

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One of the biggest benefits to having money was the upgraded security system I'd had installed. While some people used little monitors to listen for their babies, we had every TV in the house outfitted for a live feed and sound to the nursery and many other rooms as well. No matter where we were, we could see how Caleb was. It made me more relaxed and at peace knowing he was safe here at home.

The house was a revolving door of visitors. Everyone wanted to meet our little guy. When Jane and Alec stopped by three days after Caleb's birth, we knew our bubble had popped. I wasn't ready for the outside world to come rushing into our quiet domain, but I didn't have a choice. We chose the life we led and needed to stay one step ahead of the gutter scum that would try to cash in on our child.

Jane put together our announcement, along with a few quotes and pictures we supplied her, and sent them in to People Magazine. While they were one of the more reputable gossip publications, I still didn't like them. They had wanted to come into our house and do a full interview and photo shoot, but there was no way in hell I was letting them into our house. Even the six million dollars they offered wasn't enough to allow them into our sanctuary. We settled on three million without all of their hoopla. They still got exclusivity while we got some anonymity.

Since we didn't need the money, we donated it to a battered women's shelter. We figured it was the least we could do with the unwanted attention.

Though we knew that the release of information on Caleb would bring out the paps in record numbers, we knew they couldn't make a third of the money now that his picture had already been released. The one other thing working in our favor was what Dax and Kristen had done to protect their daughter. Now that most publications and entertainment news shows wouldn't publish pap pics for fear of certain celebrities not working with them again. I would definitely be jumping on that bandwagon if anyone published or reported on Caleb.

The ability to do that was something to be happy about.

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The next two weeks flew by, and it was time for our first trip out with Caleb. He had a well-baby check-up with his pediatrician. The best thing about Hollywood doctors was the discretion they used with their patients. We'd been able to bypass the waiting room once more and were seen quickly.

I watched as the nurse striped Caleb down to his diaper and then carried him over to what I considered a glorified meat scale like the grocery stores used. I couldn't believe he was already over nine pounds and had grown an inch and a half.

Time was flying by and our little man wasn't going to be little for long. The doctor came in and listened to Caleb's heart and then undid his diaper. I could help but laugh when Caleb began peeing on the doctor. I'd learned that lesson early on; once the cool air hit his penis, Caleb became a fountain. Luckily the doctor wasn't mad and laughed about it too.

After the doctor tested out Caleb's joints and informed us he was doing well, Bella quickly changed him. Bella then got him situated on her boob after the doctor left the room while we waited for the nurse to come in and give him his first set of shots.

We weren't like many others in Hollywood who were on the non-vaccinating train. To us, the end results justified the means. We wanted our child protected from all the diseases we could. Bella had also read somewhere that it was less traumatic if she was breastfeeding while the shots were administered.

That didn't seem to be the case, though, when Caleb unlatched and let out a loud cry from the pain. Bella soothed him the best she could before reattaching him to her. He settled down easily and was almost finished when the doctor came back in.

I wasn't prepared for what he was about to ask.

"I know we haven't talked about it before, but now would be the best time to circumcise Caleb if you are planning on doing it."

Way to put that one out there, doc. My own cock went into hiding with his words. I glanced at Bella, who just shrugged.

"It's up to you, love," she said, as if the choice was wholly on my shoulders.

I glanced down at my son, who was happily chowing down on breast milk, and sighed.

Fuck it, I thought. I wasn't cut, so why should my son be? I relaxed in the fact that that was obviously why Bella was leaving it up to me and smiled at her for realizing that as well. God, I loved her.

Sometimes the saying 'like father, like son' was a really good thing. Besides, he'd thank me when he was older for not chopping the tip of his penis off...at least I hoped he would.

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