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"You've got to be kidding me," says Dean as he stands at the basinet changing Oliver's diaper wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. It's been a few days since I had Oliver and it's been an exhausting few days. He has his days and night mixed up. He will stay up most of the night and sleep during the day. I haven't slept more than 6 hours in the last few nights because I have been nursing him on demand; when he's hungry he eats and we haven't introduced the bottle yet. I'm trying to avoid the bottle but I know if I go back to work he will eventually end up having a bottle unless the nanny wants to bring him to work several times a day so I can nurse him. I'm also debating on staying home and working from home so that I can tend to him when I need to.
"What's wrong?" I ask with a small chuckle as I flip through a bride magazine.
"He peed on me again. I was trying to change him and it just came out like a waterfall," he says.
"How many times do I have to tell you that if you cover it you won't get peed on but if you leave it free while you struggle with the cloth diapers you're going to get a pee shower from Oliver. It helps if you move faster too. If you move too slow it's like his vengeance to get you. He's gotten me a couple times."
"Maybe we should have had another girl," he says as he puts on his cloth diaper. "At least then I wouldn't have to worry about being peed on," he says.
"I'm sure you had your days of peeing on people too," I say, "and I meant that in an innocent way."
"I know," he says as he pulls on his blue and white striped pants after fastening his blue bodysuit. "Ollie, do you like to pee on Daddy? Is that why you do it so often?"
"He's showing that he loves you," I say jokingly.
"Shut up," he says as he hands him to me. "I have to change my shirt."
"Okay," I say as Oliver starts to fuss. "He's probably hungry anyway. I need to feed him it's been a couple hours since I last fed him," I say putting my bride magazine down on the night stand. I take Oliver from Dean after I take off my t-shirt. I undo my nursing bra and guide Oliver onto my breast to eat. He latches on quickly and starts to eat. He is a big eater. I smile as I admire my husband walking around in nothing but sweatpants as he looks for a shirt to put on. "You know you don't have to put a t-shirt on," I say, "I am enjoying the view."
"Is that right?" he asks with a smile showing his dimples. He makes his way over to the bed. "So you still find me sexy after giving you a 9 pound baby?"
"I think I should be the one asking you if I'm still sexy," I say with a smile as he takes a seat next to me in the bed.
"You're beyond sexy," he says kissing my cheek softly. "You're beautiful."
"Thanks, Baby," I say with a smile.
"So he just latches on just like that?" he asks.
"Pretty much, Ollie isn't turning down food."
"I bet. He's a chunky boy for sure," he says.
"Definitely," I say with a smile as I take my hand through his thick dark hair. "Who would have thought a baby could have this much hair?"
"He does have a lot of hair," he says taking his hand over the velvet softness of our son's hair. "And it's so soft. I know he didn't get that from me," he says.
"It's the Italian in me," I say with a smile. "I love it. We are so blessed," I say.
"Beyond blessed," he says with a proud smile. "I couldn't be happier with the way life is right now. Thank-you for getting that paternity test done."
"I told you I was going to have a paternity test done on Ollie. I told you. I have nothing to hide. I told you, you're Ollie's father and I'll back that up with the results of the paternity test. I know when I cheated on you and when I didn't. I didn't sleep with anyone but you for two years. You're his dad, look," I say. "He has your dimples." I point out his dimples to Dean so he can see that Ollie even though is my twin he does have some of his features.
"I didn't say I didn't believe you. I do believe you but let's just make sure."
"Are you going to leave if he isn't your son?" I ask.
"No," he says. "I'm going to stick around and raise him as my own son. He does carry the last name Ambrose. NO matter what that paternity test says he will be my son regardless. I just don't want to go through life wondering if he is mine or another man's."
"You say another man like I have slept with so many people behind your back, I slept with Stephen and that was a couple years ago. We never had sex after that. He wanted to have sex but I never did. There's nothing to wonder about. You and I created Ollie together and he is a beautiful creation," I say with a smile as I lean down and kiss Ollie's forehead as he nurses.
"He is beautiful," says Dean with a proud smile. "What does it taste like?"
"What?" I ask.
"Breastmilk, what does it taste like?"
"I don't know. It's not like I tasted my breastmilk. I never even thought about it."
"And why is it yellow and not white?"
"When you get milk from a cow it's yellow until it's pasteurized I would assume it's the same thing with breastmilk. I don't know. Why don't you google it and find out?"
"I think I will," he says as he pulls out his phone.
"You're such an idiot," I say shaking my head. He plays on his phone. "Are you really googling that?"
"Yeah," he says looking at his phone. "I really want to know why it's yellow. I can't really find a reason why but did you know that it can be black or green too? It can even be red."
"Well, now that I know that my breastmilk will be different colors my life is complete. I don't think red breastmilk is a good sign. I think that's a sign of a blockage or a duct. I don't know but I'm pretty sure white and yellow are the normal colors."
"I guess," he says, "they say that it's sweet. Is it sweet?"
"Dean," I say rolling my eyes, "I don't know. I never tasted it. It's not like I sit there and say 'hmm, I wonder what my milk tastes like' if you're so curious try it."
"You want me to try your breast milk?" he asks.
"Yes so you can find your answer," I say as I switch Oliver to my other breast.
"What do I do?" He asks placing his hand on my free breast. "Do I just squeeze and see if milk pops out?"
"Yes, Dean," I say, "and be careful because it will probably squirt out. I wouldn't want you to get breastmilk in your eye. Could you imagine that story at the emergency room? I think they would have fun with that paperwork."
"Okay," he says, "I'm going to do this." He squeezes my breast slightly and a little bit of milk comes out. He puts some onto his finger and tastes it. I cringe at the sight. I think it's disgusting. "Mm. Not too bad," he says.
"What does it taste like?"
"It's sweet," he says, "it's like almond milk but not quite. It's really sweet want a taste?"
"No, I'm good," I say. "I don't know but Ollie likes it," I say with a smile. "He eats so much."
"He's a big boy. He needs to eat a lot. He's going to be a quarterback someday or a wrestler like his daddy," he says with a proud smile. "So did you make a decision about work? Are you going back or no?"
"I am not sure. I want to go back to work but I don't want to leave Ollie. I think if I do go back to work I'm just going to work from home. I mean that's my plan and of course if I have to go out of town Ollie is going to come with me. I just don't want to leave him for so many hours a day. I think he deserves me to be around a little more than a few hours a day and then with breastfeeding I want to be able to nurse him. Working from home is the best thing for me. If Stephanie doesn't like that then I'm going to need to quit."
"You would quit your job? You love your job."
"I know but I love Ollie more. Before I had him I was putting in 60 hours a week. I was hardly ever home. I don't want to miss him growing up. I don't want him getting attached to a nanny over me. I want to be involved in his life. What do you think I should do?"
"I think you should do whatever makes you happy," he says. "I can't make decisions for you. Financially we'll be okay but I don't want you to regret your choice to stay home. I know how much you love your job and I don't want to see you give it up. The good thing is besides meetings and going out of town most of your work can be done at home. I honestly think that the best move would be to talk to Stephanie and let her know you want to work at home until Ollie is older. It's up to you and what you want to do though."
"Thanks," I say. "I want to work from home but do you think Steph will go for that?"
"I don't see why she wouldn't," he says, "I mean, it's not like everything you do at your office can't be done at home and I'm still out till the doctor clears me to go back so I'll be home a while and even then I'll be working a part time schedule. I think we can make it work."
"I want to make it work," I say as I remove Ollie from my breast. I hand him to Dean for him to burp him while I fix myself up and put my t-shirt back on. "When do you think you're going to be cleared to go back to wrestling?"
"The doctor said late February early March," he says, "I may be returning at a pay per view."
"I think that would be what we would plan for you but we're not sure yet. You just need to let us know when you can come back. Do you miss it?"
"I do," he says, "I never knew I would miss it this much."
"I bet but it's been your entire life for 11 almost 12 years," I say, "I know the feeling do you know how much I miss dance? It was really hard at the beginning. If you do something for so long and suddenly you're not doing it anymore it just leaves an empty spot in your heart. I understand."
"I'm ready to go back," he says.
"I bet but don't rush back to work okay?"
"Okay," he says. "But I have a little distraction to keep my mind off the ring don't I Ollie?" He asks playing with Ollie after he lays him down on his legs. Oliver wraps his tiny hand around Dean's finger and Dean smiles. "I'm happy, Ana."
"Me too," I say. "I'm really happy too. Thank-you," I say.
"Thank-you for what?" he asks.
"Giving me Ollie and Natalia, they are the greatest gifts you could have ever given me. I am so grateful."
"Well, you are the one that did all the work, it was you that gave me these two great blessings."
"We both blessed each other and we are so lucky. It's amazing how much different it is now than it was 11 years ago. I feel like I'm more mature, I'm more ready you know?"
"I know I was thinking the exact same thing. I guess having a baby at 29 is a lot different than having a baby at 17. We're older, more mature and we have the means to provide for our family. I think at 17 we did a pretty damn good job with Natalia. Look at her, she's smart and she's healthy. We did our best for what we had. We didn't need to have all the money in the world to be her mom and dad. All she needed was love just like Ollie. Love is the greatest thing of all. I want our children to grow up in a happy loving home. That's all I ever wanted. When I was younger I didn't know what a happy home was. I didn't know what a loving home was. I knew nothing but hate and betrayal. I knew nothing but neglect, pain, sadness and hurt. That's what my home was. I promised myself that my children would never have the life that I had and to see how happy Natalia is and how much we love her that's what it's all about. That's what life is all about, Ana. We get so caught up in the materialism in the world that we just stop to look at the right things. The love, the happiness, the money and the materialism means NOTHING. The money can disappear tomorrow but I would still be happy because I have you and I have our children. Life without love and happiness is nothing. You can have all the money in the world but unless you're loved and happy it means nothing. It's not about that. That's why Natalia has turned out so well because she's loved and she's happy. That's all I want for our kids."
"Me too," I say, "as long as our kids grow up happy and know they are loved so much that's all that I'm worried about. I don't care if we're rich or poor but I do care if our kids are loved and happy. That's what matters in this world. I like that we have the means for them to have the opportunities they do but the number one thing is that they are happy and loved."
"I agree," he says as my cell phone rings.
"It's the place that did the paternity test," I say as I pick it up. "Let me put it on speaker."
"Okay," he says as I answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"May I speak to Anastasia Ambrose," says the lady on the other end as I hold the phone between both of us.
"This is she," I say.
"Anastasia, we have the results to the DNA test for Oliver Ambrose," she says, "I need to tell you that the results came back 99.9% and we used the most accurate DNA test."
"Okay," I say, "so is Dean the father?"
"Oliver's DNA was a 99.9% match for Jonathan Ambrose Jr. Jonathan is Oliver's father."
"Thank-you," I say with a smile as I look at Dean. I can see it on his face that he is happy.
"You're welcome," she says, "we will be sending the paper results in the mail in a few days."
"Thank-you so much," I say before we hang up the phones. "See, Baby? I told you all this time that Oliver was your son and that it was your baby. I meant what I said. I didn't sleep with Stephen since two to three years ago when we had that fling. I wouldn't do that to you again, not with how hurt you were. Can we finally put all of that behind us and move on?"
"Yes," he says, "I just had to know. I'm glad I know now and I know it's proven that I am his father. We can move on, we will never mention Stephen's name again from this moment."
"Good," I say, "because, Baby, you're the only one that I want for life. I love you."
"I love you too," he says with a smile before we share a soft kiss.
*A/N: What do you think of Ana getting the paternity test done? Did you think she would? What do you think of Ana wanting to work from home? Do you think Ana and Dean are more mature now than they were with Natalia? What do you think of Dean's experience with breast milk? Do you agree that love is the greatest thing of all and as long as you're happy and loved nothing else matters? What do you think of Dean being Oliver's father? ARe you glad that's over? Do you think they can put it behind them and move on now? Please review and thank-you for reading.