A/N: This chapter is going to be set up a little different. I'm going to label it by how old Camden is, showing moments throughout his first couple of months. I went back and forth on creating chapters for each week, but I decided that I didn't want to continue to drag the story out any longer. There will probably be one more chapter after this and it will be complete.

Week 1

*Ana's POV*

I am so in love with our baby. We came home from the hospital today, but already, I can't imagine my life without him. When we left, I had a little anxiety about the idea of being on our own with a brand new child who depends on us for everything, but I was also relieved by the idea of being at home, comfortable with my boys and furbabies. Ember and Asher haven't met the baby, yet, but they're about to. Christian wanted us to get settled in before bringing them in to meet him.

"Are you ready?" Christian calls from the other room with the dogs. I'm holding Camden in my arms and Gail and Taylor are both kneeling on the carpet in front of me in case one of them need to grab hold of a dog.

"Yes, let them out."

The dogs come barreling into the room, but halfway to me they must realize something is different, because they slow down and continue towards me, unsure. Their noses are in the air, sniffing deeply, trying to figure out what the new smell is.

"It's alright. Come here..." I pat my thigh and they continue to me slowly, until both of their noses are pressed against the blue bundle of blanket in my arm. They are sniffing Camden so deeply that I can hear it and it makes me laugh. "This is your baby brother, Camden." I lower the baby a little and uncover him enough for them to be able to see him and smell his skin. I'm so proud of how gentle they are with him.

"My babies are so good." I scratch Ember's ears while she gets acquainted with the baby. Christian kneels down between the dogs and takes the baby from me, letting them get a closer look since they've reacted so well. Their noses continue to investigate the baby up and down and when Ember's nose meets his little butt, she gives a snort.

"Uh, oh. I think someone might need a diaper change." Christian states, teasing.

Asher licks the baby's exposed hand and, deciding he must be good people, he lays his head on Camden's abdomen.

"Oh, Christian! Look!" That just melts my heart. "He loves him."

Ember's nose finds Camden's hair and she gives his head a big lick. She stops, stands there to stare at him for a second, and then plants her butt on the floor, her tail swishing back and forth against the carpet.

"Has he passed your test, Ember? Should we keep him?" Christian asks, patting her back. She gives Christian a big, wet kiss on his ear. "I'll take that as a yes. Camden, looks like you're staying."

"He looks so thrilled..." Gail teases, seeing that Camden is fast asleep in Christian's arms.

I giggle. "He's just relieved, is all."

XxXxXx

I've just finished feeding and burping Camden and I've laid him in his bassinet that connects to our bed. Christian is laying beside me, wearing nothing but pajama pants. I look him over, taking in my beautiful husband. I know that I shouldn't already be turned on, just having had Camden a couple days ago, but when you have a husband that looks like mine, you can't help it.

He's reading, using his thumb and pinky finger to hold open the page as he reads, and his left arm is raised behind him, holding his head up and making his muscles even more defined. As he breathes, his abs move, making them even more defined than they already are. His ankles are crossed and his feet are bare. God, even his feet are sexy.

I know I've been staring for quite some time and I don't know if he's ignoring it for my benefit or if he's really unaware of my ogling. My large stomach has made it difficult to cuddle close to him lately, but now, my stomach...well, most of it...is gone.

I smile.

I climb onto my hands and knees and crawl over to him. His cocks an eyebrow, but doesn't look away from his book. I ignore him and straddle his thighs before leaning forward and snuggling into his chest with a sigh. Gosh, how I've missed this.

I hear him hum, the sound resonating in his chest and against my ear. He throws his book on the bed and both of his arms wrap around me.

"I've missed this." I tell him, kissing his chest.

"Me, too." He rubs his arms up and down my back and my eyes close, my body relaxing. This is my favorite place in the world.

Week 2

*Ana's POV*

"Miss Ava...look! It's a baby!" The family has come to visit and this is the first time Ava is meeting Camden. Kate stands her in front of the couch where we are sitting and little Ava holds onto the couch with her chubby little fingers, keeping herself up.

She gasps dramatically and points at Camden with one little finger, never seeing a real newborn before.

"What is it, Ava? Is it a baby?" I turn him so she can see him.

"Beh-Beh." She says, reaching for Camden.

Kate grabs her hand before she can poke him in the face. "Gentle, love. Can you touch his fingers? Be sweet."

"Aww..." Ava says, petting his arm. "Beh-Beh. Lub."

"Yes, Ava..." Kate answers her. "Love. We love baby Camden, don't we?"

Ava responds by nodding her head and blows him a kiss. "Mah!"

I pout. "Oh, Ava. You are getting way too big! You're such a good girl." I stroke her hair a few times and she smiles up at me. "Can Auntie Ana have a hug?"

She puts her arms out and I hand Camden to Kate so I can pick up my niece. She squeezes me tight and I savor the hug as long as I can. She gives me a kiss on the cheek and it melts my heart.

"Thank you Miss Ava. I love your kisses."

Christian and Elliot come in from outside, where Elliot was showing Christian his new truck. Ava turns her head when they come through the hall and she wiggles in my arms, trying to get away. I place her down on her feet and she holds onto my pant leg as she watches the two men.

"Is that my love bug?" Christian asks, making her grin. "Come see Uncle Christian!" He bends over and holds out his arms and she immediately plops down on her butt and crawls as fast as she can to him.

When she finally makes it to him, he scoops her up and blows a raspberry on her cheek, something that always gets her giggling.

"Oh, I've missed my Ava." He hugs her to him and she squeezes him around her neck, while he rocks them back and forth. She releases his neck to look at him and he smiles at her. "I love you."

"Luh-loo."

I find myself tearing up at their sweet relationship. She's got her Uncle Christian wrapped around her little finger.

As Christian has a seat next to me on the couch with Ava, he reaches over and wipes a tear off of my cheek.

"Are you alright?"

I laugh. "Yes, I'm alright." I blame it on the hormones.

Week 4

*Christian's POV*

Ana and the baby are both fast asleep in bed while I relax in the oversized armchair. I'm trying to check some of my emails for work, but I keep finding my eyes wandering to my wife and my baby, watching how peaceful they look, watching their chests rise and fall with each breath they take. Mine.

I don't know what I could have possibly done in my life to deserve all of this. Everyday, it seems that my life is just getting better. My heart is so full. My world would collapse if anything happened to either one of them. Ana is my soul-mate. My other half...better half. She loves me even through my mistakes and my possessiveness and trusts me completely to be the head of the household. She knows my need for control and she submits to me when she knows I need it.

Camden is our world. We've only just met him, but I know Ana had a connection with him from the very start. She had nine months to get to know him, to bond with him and to carry him, and there's a part of me that wishes I could have that bond. I'll bond with my children, of course, but the bond between a mother and child is so much more intense. I didn't get to experience it with my birth mother...the crack whore who neglected to feed and protect me...but my mom and I have a special relationship after I was adopted. She has shown me nothing, but unconditional love, and I've been a complete bastard most of my life, not allowing my mother close enough to me to really get to know me. I blamed it on my touch issue, on the BDSM lifestyle, on Elena...but really, it was because of my own insecurities. My own mommy issues. I was afraid that if I opened up to her that she would hate me...that she would realize that I wasn't worth her time and that she'd leave me like the crack whore did. I didn't find myself worthy of love and she suffered because of it.

Thankfully, Camden will never have the insecurities that I had. He won't have to go through the abuse that I was forced through and he'll know that he's loved, protected, and cared for every day of his life. He's getting the best mother he could ask for and a father that can give him anything he needs and desires. I hope that I can be a strong, positive role model in his life and that I can teach him to be a good man. A part of me is scared shitless that I'm going to fuck him up so badly that he'll end up in therapy for the duration of his adult life and write Daddy Dearest novels.

I hear a whimper, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I see Camden's blanket moving a little. He's up. I hurry over to him, hoping to get to him before Ana wakes up. I pick him up and carry him over to the changing table to see if he needs a change. As soon as I unsnap his sleeper, the smell of baby shit hits my nose, making me wrinkle it.

"You stink, son." I tell him, waving my hand in the air between us. "You're lucky your cute." I tease, pulling a couple baby wipes out of the wipe warmer.

I slip his legs out of his sleeper and open the diaper. I hold my breath as I try to hurry and clean him up. I reach for more wipes and then I almost jump out of my skin when I'm squirted in the chin by something warm.

"SHIT!" I hiss, jumping back.

Camden has a steady stream of pee squirting straight in the air and now it's getting all over his sleeper and stomach. I throw the clean baby wipe over his penis to try to stop the leak.

"Christian? What's going on?"

I wince. "Ana...I'm sorry. I was trying not to wake you." I turn towards her, making sure to keep a hand on Camden's stomach, and see that she's sitting up in bed. She takes one look at me and puts her hand to her mouth, giggling. My shirt is wet across my chest and I'm sure she knows exactly what happened.

"Oh, no. Are you okay?" She asks between her giggles.

"Yes. He peed all over everything. I have to get him changed." I turn back towards him and begin to undress him.

"Here, let me help." Ana is at my side, looking through one of the drawers below the changing table.

"Ana...please let me do it. I can't help with feeding. I can at least do this." I don't want to be useless. I refuse to be one of those fathers who make their wife do everything. I'm not going to just float through Camden's life, refusing to be hands-on. Ana does so much for him already. With having to work so often, my share of the responsibilities has been minimal since his birth. It isn't fair to Ana. He's mine, too.

"It's no bother, Christian. We'll do it together."

By the time we get him clean and changed, he's giving us pitiful little cries. I don't know if he's angry about being disturbed so much, if he's tired, or if he's hungry. At least he's dry.

When I pick him up, he immediately tries to root.

"I think he's hungry, Ana."

XxXxXx

I wake with a wet nose nudging my cheek. When I open my eyes, Ember is staring down at me.

What time is it?

I don't even remember falling asleep. I remember sitting in bed next to Ana while she breastfed and then watching them sleep. Looking over, I see that Ana and the baby are both gone. A wave of panic runs through me and I jump out of bed. Why the hell would they be gone at this time in the morning?

I run down the hall to Camden's nursery, but it's empty so I take the stairs, two at a time, to search the downstairs. Running into the kitchen, I stop dead in my tracks. Ana and Gail are sitting at the island having a cup of coffee while Camden sits in his baby seat on the island in front of him.

"Where's the fire?" Gail asks, grinning.

"I fell asleep. You left."

Ana cocks her head to the side. "Christian, I'm sorry. I'm right here. I just wanted to give you some time to sleep. I know you're exhausted." She slips off her pub chair and comes to wish me good morning.

Her arms wrap around my waist and she raises on her tiptoes to give me a morning kiss.

"How's our baby?" I ask, rubbing her back up and down while she clings to my waist.

"He's good. Milk drunk right now. Finished eating about fifteen minutes ago."

"Alright. I guess I should get some work done in my office." The corners of my lips pull down into a pout and Ana smiles.

"You know your son makes that same face when he's hungry?"

I snort. "Me, too. We get hangry."

Rolling her eyes, she releases me and turns me around, popping me on my backside. "Go make money."

"So sassy, Mrs. Grey."

She giggles. "Sorry, husband...my body is out of order for another two weeks."

I inwardly groan. This last month without her body has been punishing to my body, but I refuse to let her know that. Her body has gone through so much and it deserves the rest it needs. I will not push her into sex. She'll know when she's ready.

Week 5

*Ana's POV*

My child hates tummy time. He whines and screams and kicks through most of it, but I know it's for his own good. He'll never find the strength in his neck, arms, or legs if he doesn't spend time on his tummy. I've learned that getting down on his level in front of him helps, but he definitely has his father's temper.

I leave tummy time as a mother-son activity, because I know that Christian would not tolerate his fit throwing well. He'd insist that we are abusing him in some way by letting him lay there grumpy and insist on picking him up.

I don't want our boy to be upset either, but Camden doesn't know what's best for himself, so I have to do what's best for him. I don't want him to be behind on his milestones just because I gave into him so easily. Of course, I don't allow him to get himself too upset; I use common sense.

I lay on my tummy beside him, my face in front of his, but today, he's just not having it. I try to talk to him, but his face is red as fire, and he's using his angry cry. Man, he's pissed.

"Camden...Camden, baby boy...Mommy loves you. She does." I try to keep my voice melodic and happy, but he ignores me.

Fine.

Although I don't have the best singing voice, I decide to at least try it. There's a chance that my terrible voice might make him even angrier, but I'm out of options. I begin to sing You Are My Sunshine and it works instantly. His crying ceases immediately and a smile forms on his face. I am so relieved.

As soon as I stop, though, he lets out a lung busting cry.

"What's wrong? What's happening?" Christian scoops Camden up, surprising me. He rocks and bounces him lightly in his arms and Camden immediately calms down.

"You're home early..."

"I missed you, two. My meetings were over, so I thought I'd come home and work from here. Why was he crying?"

"Cause he doesn't like tummy time." I state, sitting up.

"Then why do you make him?"

I roll my eyes, and Christian gives me a warning growl.

"Christian, he has to have tummy time. It helps strengthen his muscles and motor skills. You don't want him to be behind because we spoiled him, do you? He wasn't crying because he's hurt or needs something. He's crying because he's angry. He wants to be held and snuggled."

"Then snuggle him." Christian states, kissing Camden's forehead.

"I do. But not during tummy time."

Christian frowns. "I don't like tummy time."

I laugh. "That's why I do it while you're away. I know your heart couldn't take it." I stand from the floor and hug him around his waist. "You're nothing, but a big teddy bear when it comes to him." I duck my chin down and kiss Camden's nose. He's smiling, happy to be off the floor and in his daddy's arms.

"You've missed your daddy, haven't you, little man?" I run my index finger over his cheek.

"I've missed you, too, buddy. I know I've been working a lot. I'm sorry." Christian raises him closer to his face and lets him snuggle into his shoulder. "I hate this. Even when I work from home, I don't get to see much of him."

I reach up and run my hand through his hair just how he likes. "I know, baby, but you've got a lot of responsibility. You make the most of the time you two have together. You can't just stop working, Christian. You've got thousands of employees who are counting on you for a paycheck. Once Ros is feeling better, it'll get easier." Ros has been out of the office for two weeks with pneumonia. Christian was contemplating on asking her to come in a few days a week anyway, but I reminded him that if she was around him that he could bring it home to Camden. It didn't take him, but a second to nix that idea.

XxXxXx

Christian had a terrible time going to work this morning. He's guilt-ridden about having to leave us at home everyday. He feels like he's neglecting us and leaving us to fend for ourselves, even though I'm more than capable of taking care of the two of us. With Gail's help, I've decided to pack us a lunch and head to Grey House for Camden's first big outing. So far, we've only taken Camden out for his check up and to our parents house, so I'm a little nervous about how he'll handle in a new public setting. Camden is a good boy, though, and I have faith that everything will go smoothly.

Sawyer drives Camden and me to Grey House and we park in Ros' spot since she is gone. It's close to the door and instead of waiting for Sawyer to park the car, he can help bring everything in and keep the both of us safe. Once we get Camden's car seat snapped into his stroller and I throw our lunch and the diaper bag in the compartment underneath, we're off.

This isn't too bad. I've never been out with Camden without Christian, but I suppose I'm not really on my own since I have Sawyer. I'll probably never have to be on my own with him since security is so important.

When the elevator opens at the twentieth floor, Andrea looks up from her work at the desk and her face completely changes. She's so surprised and happy to see us that she pops right out of her chair and grabs straight for the Purell before meeting us.

"Oh, is that baby Camden? Can I see him?" Her voice is an octave higher, making me smile.

"Of course you can." I pull off his ivy green blanket so she can get a good look at him. Our boy is sleeping, but he's so damn cute it doesn't matter. I love showing him off.

"Oh, Ana! He's so cute!" She puts her hand over her heart. "Oh, my word. I could just gobble him up!"

I laugh. "Please don't."

She beams down at him and then straightens back up. "I take it you've come to see Christian?"

I nod. "Is he available?"

"Yes. He's in his office."

"Great. I brought lunch for us."

"You have perfect timing, I was just about to go grab him some lunch."

*Christian's POV*

My stomach growls as I'm sitting, going over this stupid proposal for the ship yard that Ros was supposed to handle. Looking at the clock, I see that it's almost noon.

I buzz Andrea.

"Yes, Christian?"

"I'm hungry."

"It's on its way."

Good.

I hear the door creak open as I'm looking down at the proposal. Fuck, that was fast.

When I look up, the door is only open a crack, but the face of my son appears between the door and frame. He's still asleep, oblivious to his mother's antics, and I have to laugh.

I make my way to the door and pull it open. "What do you want?"

Ana holds the baby up and Sawyer holds a bag. "I come bringing your son and food. Let us in!"

Chuckling, I take the sleeping baby from her and cuddle him close to my chest while Ana and Sawyer make their way into the office. Sawyer doesn't stay long. He grabs two plastic bowls and he's off before I can even get the door closed.

"Well, isn't this a nice surprise." I grin, heading back to my chair with my son.

"Well, you seemed sad this morning, so I thought that some food and baby would cheer you up."

"Don't forget my Ana." I hold out my unoccupied arm to her and she comes around the desk to sit on my lap.

"I talked to Dr. Greene today."

"Yea?"

"She said it's safe for us to..." she nudges me. "You know."

I groan. It's been so long since I've been inside of Anastasia.

"Tonight?" I ask, hopeful.

She nods. "Definitely."

My excitement grows into her backside and she wiggles a tad.

"It's been so long since I've orgasmed, Christian, I feel like I might burst." She leans towards me and presses her mouth to mine.

Suddenly, the baby makes one of his happy sounds and we both pull away from each other, laughing. Looking down, I see him smiling up at me.

"Well, hey there sleepy head. Did you have a nice nap?"

Anastasia smiles and rubs his cheek. "He's so happy to wake up and see Daddy."

My heart swells. Ana has a way of making me feel so important in his life. She points things out that I don't realize, like how he always smiles when I'm around...or how he coos when he sees me. He really does love me and there's no better feeling than being loved by Ana and our son.

"Will you stay for the afternoon?" I ask, hopeful.

She smiles and nods. "Sure. That'd be nice."

Late afternoon, we walk around introducing our baby to everyone, although I don't allow many to touch him. Many people are surprised that I'm even making an effort to come to their department, but I have to show off what I made. What we made.

XxXxXx

I'm laying in bed, watching the news and I hear a knock on the door frame. Anastasia is standing there in a long, black silk robe and my dick stirs just at the sight of her.

"The baby is dry, fed, and sleeping in his crib."

I grin. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Giggling, she comes in, shuts the door behind her and turns on the monitor that sits on the nightstand. After checking that he's still sleeping on camera, she slips the silk robe off, and underneath she's wearing a flowy, see-through and lace black babydoll with matching thong.

"Oh, fuck me." I hiss, feeling my heart beat in my dick. I jump out of bed and lunge toward her, making her squeal and giggle. Picking her up, I throw her in the middle of the bed and promptly climb on top of her. I run my nose down her neck, breathing deep, and continue down until I reach her breastbone, rubbing my face between her swollen breasts. I grown. I'm in Heaven.

I kiss back up her chest until I reach her ear and nibble on it. She mewls.

"I need you naked."

She shakes her head and I growl.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because I'll leak."

"You'll...what?"

"All of my baby books say that my breasts will leak and even...squirt...during sex."

"So?" There's nothing wrong with getting a little messy.

"Do you really want to wait while I change the sheets after we make love for the first time in over five weeks?"

I sigh. She has a point. "Fine."

I get back to work, nibbling down her neck and chest and stop at her breasts. I pull down one of the cups from the babydoll so that her breast is exposed and my mouth finds her nipple, sucking hard. My tongue comes in contact with her warm milk and I moan around her nipple. Fuck, she tastes sweet. I spend a few more seconds there, enjoying her milk, before I cover her breast up and continue onto the other one.

When I pull her cup down on the second one, she giggles.

I give her an amused grin. "Gotta make them even."

"You kinky little-"

I growl and bite down lightly on her nipple, shutting her up. So I've got mommy issues. What's new?

I finish with her other nipple and then push her babydoll up so I can continue to press kisses to her abdomen. I leave a trail of kisses along every one of her stretch marks, loving each one of them. Her body is so magnificent...to be able to carry and bear our child like she did...God, she's so fucking sexy. I run my palms over her abdomen and press my lips to her skin right under her belly button.

"Christian..." She pleads, squirming. As she squirms, the smell of her arousal hits my nostrils and I nuzzle my nose into the front of her thong.

"What do you want, baby?"

"You."

"I'm right here."

She whimpers. "Your tongue."

I nuzzle my nose into the apex at her thighs. "Where?"

"Right there...where your nose is." She tries to raise her hips and push against my face, but I hold her hips down. When her hips relax, I hook my thumbs into the sides of her thong and pull it down her thighs.

"Oh, yes." Ana is relieved and opens her legs for me, showing me whats mine.

"What a good girl you are." I run my palms up and down the inside of her thighs.

"Your good girl."

I grin. "That's right." She deserves a reward.

My mouth finds her sweet spot and my hips flex on their own into the mattress when I get my first taste of her arousal. It's been way too fucking long.

"Oh, yes..." She sobs out, both hands gripping my hair. "Oh, please don't tease tonight, Christian." She begs.

I'm not patient enough for that.

I flick my tongue over her bundle of nerves, back and forth quickly until I feel her start to tense, then I suck, pushing her over the edge while she cries out my name.

"Oh, thank God. Finally...thank God." Her body is completely relaxed on the bed, her head leaning to one side. I crawl back up her body and I can see tears staining her cheeks.

"What's wrong?" I'm immediately worried.

She lets out a watery laugh and wipes at her face. "Absolutely nothing. It was phenomenal. It's just such a relief."

My lips pull up into a grin. "You aren't done, are you?"

Her eyes widen. "No! Absolutely not." Her legs hook around my waist, trapping me. "You're not going anywhere."

I nuzzle her nose with mine and kiss her lips. "Are you ready?"

She bites her lip. "Yes, but go easy. I've been doing my Kegel exercises everyday...sometimes twice. I just-I'm worried."

I shake my head. "I'll be gentle. Don't worry. We'll go at your pace."

She lets out a deep sigh. "Thank you."

I reach between us and guide myself to her core and push the head of my penis into her.

"Oh, fuck." God, I've missed this.

"Don't stop." Anastasia's eyes are hooded and she bites her lip.

I continue to push into her until I'm halfway in and then relax back on top of her, pushing myself the rest of the way in. Fuck, this is Heaven. She is Heaven. My dick is throbbing for more, but I refuse to move until she gives me the signal.

"You alright?"

She nods and grinds a little, making me growl.

"Little minx."

She giggles and I begin to move, which shuts her up quickly. Her eyes roll back into her head and she pulls her legs up closer to her chest.

"I've missed you." I whisper into her ear as I pump into her.

She whimpers. "Me, too, Christian. Please...don't stop." Her fingers cling to my bare back and I nuzzle her nose with mine.

"Oh, Christian...it's...oh wow...already..." She pants out as she begins to flutter.

"It's okay. Come for me. I want to feel you."

As she comes, I try to keep from coming myself, but I can't. It's been too long. I end up coming deep inside of her with a grunt of her name.

I roll off of her, panting. "Well, that didn't last long."

She shakes her head. "It's just been awhile. We can try again."

I turn my head and grin at her. "I like that idea.'

Ana wiggles her eyebrows. "I'm on top this time."

Week 8

*Ana's POV*

Today is my first day back to work since having Camden. I'm excited to get back to work, but I'm also really emotional about having to leave my baby boy at home. I know Gail will take great care of him, but I can't help, but be a little teary-eyed this morning.

"Bye, baby boy. Mommy loves you. Please be good for Gail." I shower him with kisses and hold him tight against me, trying hard to hold back tears.

Gail gives me a sympathetic smile. "The first time is always the hardest. He'll be in good hands. I promise to send you lots of pictures and to call you if anything happens."

I sigh. "I hope this day goes by fast." I kiss his forehead again and hand him to Gail.

Christian comes and says goodbye to Camden and grabs his coat so that we can go. Why is it so much harder for me than it is for him?

"Come on, baby. Let's go to work. He'll be okay."

I nod. "I know. I don't know if I'll be, though."

He chuckles. "Do you want to stay home?"

Yes. "No. I'm being silly. Let's go to work."

Gail walks us to the front door and waves to us before shutting the door behind her. As I get in the car, I keep my eyes on the front door. My baby is right there. Behind that door. He's fine. But I can't see him.

As Taylor drives us down the driveway, I have to wipe a few tears away. I've never been away from my baby. I hate it.

"You sure you're okay?"

I sniffle. "Yes, I'm sure. I know all Mom's go through this."

"Come here."

I take off my seat belt and willingly climb into my husband's lap so he can cuddle me on the way to work. His warmth and his smell help calm me and it helps ease the pain and panic in my chest a little.

Everyone welcomes me back warmly when I get to work and I even have balloons tied to a soft gray elephant on my desk.. The soft toy makes me miss my baby. I hold it to my chest for comfort while I try to go through my tons of emails I've missed while being away. I don't get through many of them, though, before I sit back in my chair and sigh. I can't concentrate.

I look over to see what Christian is doing and I see him watching me. I make my way over to him and he pushes his chair back enough for me to have a seat on his lap.

"I'm having a hard time." I tell him, looking at the soft animal in my hands.

"I know, baby." He presses his lips to my cheek so I turn my head so I can kiss him. "Why don't we take a trip downstairs to get some Starbucks from the lobby?"

I smile. "Yea, that sounds good."

We head downstairs hand-in-hand and both get Venti sized coffees that will probably cause us to crash in the afternoon, but I don't care. I haven't had a real Starbucks coffee since before I was pregnant.

We head back upstairs and my mood is considerably lighter. The little walk helped a lot.

When we get to our office, I stop dead in my tracks when I realize there is already someone in the room. I realize quickly that it's Gail and I give a small squeal and hurry to her and our baby.

"Oh, my Camden! Oh, Mommy has missed you!" I take him from Gail and hold him to me. He's grinning a toothless grin up at me as I hold him and it's just the best feeling in the world. Being at work and then seeing him has made me realize that my dreams have changed. I love what I do here, but I know that if I miss this time with Camden, it's something I'll never be able to get back. I only have one chance to be with him and watch him grow up. I have no desire to be an editor anymore. My desire is at home. To be with my baby and to work on Stronger Together.

"What are you doing here? Is he okay?"

Gail nods. "Christian texted me and told me I should bring him. He said you were having a pretty tough time."

I turn around and see Christian standing there, a guilty look on his face.

"Thank you."

He smiles. "You needed it."

"Christian..." I begin, looking down at our baby.

"It's okay."

"I just think..."

He nods. "Your place is at home."

I smile. "Yes. You understand?"

"Of course, I do. I knew you wouldn't be happy coming back to work, but I knew it had to be your decision. You had to make it on your own."

"I'm just meant to be a mommy."

He steps towards me and kisses me. "And you do a great job. There's nothing wrong with being a stay-at-home mom. We don't need the money, but Camden needs you."

I smile down at our baby. "And I need him. I need to watch him grow and be with him."

"I know, baby. That's okay."

I frown. "But, I miss you when you're here. I hate that I have to choose."

He shakes his head. "But you don't."

"What do you mean?"

He smiles. "I'm working with Ros to see if I can cut the time that I need to be in office down. I'm thinking of working Mondays and Thursdays here and working from home the other days, with exceptions for meetings and such...but I promise I'll be home much more often and you and Cam can come for lunch on the days I work if you'd like."

My heart swells and I find myself getting teary-eyed again. "Really?"

He reaches for the baby and I hand Camden to him. "Yes. I miss you and I miss Cam. I don't want to miss all of his milestones because I'm stuck in the office. I want to see all his firsts. I don't want to miss anything."

I raise up on my tiptoes and kiss his lips. "You are incredible. You're like Superman, you know that?"

He grins. "I'd rather be Batman."

Giggling, I ask him why.

"Because Batman is kind of dark." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Yes, okay. You're like Batman." I answer, laughing.

Our Superhero.