It's a short one. Really short. But it's something. And I've been really stressed out about the nothing. And a lot of other things. So much that I almost went back and clicked complete after the last something. But that would have been the wrong decision. Like the one Edward makes down there. The goofy boy...

Chapter Fifty Five

Bella

Edward's face is priceless.

Because he's cute.

And a little weird.

Or maybe a lot.

Because at this moment he has a mouthful of breast milk.

Because he asked for it.

Begged his son to share.

And me.

Because his ridiculous jealousy finally sent him over the edge.

Of sanity.

And I'm trying so hard not to laugh...

Because I think he's trying even harder not to throw up.

Or swallow a single drop.

"Spit it out, Edward."

I know he wants to.

Wants to so bad...

But I can see the wheels turning in his head.

The But you never did.

I know it's what he's thinking.

And why he hasn't.

Why he's suffering.

"You're turning green, baby."

The laughter is getting harder to hold in.

Because he still is.

Holding it in his mouth.

While he watches his son go to town on his breakfast in his.

That he wanted some of.

And that he had.

But wishes he hadn't.

And that he didn't still have it.

And I want to let him off the hook.

The one he chomped down on.

"It takes a bigger man to admit he was wrong than to stay silent."

And finally spit my laughter out of my mouth as he runs to the sink and spits out what's in his.

Nearly pee my pants laughing as he rinses it out a hundred times.

"Come and drink your orange juice, weirdo. Then you can burp your son while I make your breakfast."

"You really still think I'm a man?"

"Of course I do."

"You swear?"

"Yes, I swear. And if you want, I'll even let you show me how much of one you are. Later."

"I do want, but the doctor said I had to wait."

The cute takes back over the weird as he pouts.

"There's more than one way to show me, Edward."

And the doctor didn't say anything about that...

So, I brush my lips softly against his as I put Caden against his chest.

And his pout disappears.

And I smile.

Because Edward's face is priceless.

Again.

Is it later yet?

... WYCYE ...

So, I won't promise the next hop will be tomorrow, but soon. That's better than nothing, right?