I opened my eyes and groaned.
"Your turn." I mumbled.
"No! I just got up with her."
"Yeah, three hours ago, Brock… I just got up with her not even an hour ago."
"What could possibly be wrong?" He asked, frustrated, as he picked Cheyenne up out of her bassinet. "Mommy just got up with you, what is wrong?"
"We need to finish her room tomorrow and put her in it." I said with my eyes still shut.
"So we can just walk further every 5 minutes when she cry's?"
"No, so we can just let her cry it out… If we run to her every time she makes a peep she's gonna be a brat."
"Oh, yes. Because every 3 month old that screams in the middle of the night and has parents that rock them back to sleep turn out to be brats." He said sarcastically, laying back down with her on his chest.
"That's not what I mean. It'd be different if she was screaming, she's just fussing a little."
"Reba, she's crying."
"No, Brock. She's fine. Nothing is wrong, she's just spoiled. She knows that if she cry's a little then we're gonna pick her up which is what she wants. If we just let her cry it out sometimes, I promise she'll fall back asleep, but we have to start before she gets too used to being spoiled and refuses to go back to sleep until one of us picks her up." I heard him take a breath in to speak, but I cut him off. "And don't even try to argue because you know I'm right. As soon as you picked her up she stopped crying. We have to break her from that. It's affecting your job and me staying awake during the day when I need to be takin care of her. We need to get her on a better schedule."
"Well, I'm not gonna just sit in here and listen to my baby cry because she wants her mommy or daddy… Call me crazy, but I don't enjoy the sound of her being upset."
"I don't either, Brock, but we have to. She's not upset, she's just gettin her way. I'm done jumpin up every time she makes a peep, if you want to, knock yourself out, but I'm done." he sighed and I could just see him rolling his eyes at me. Even though it was dark I know he did. He put Cheyenne in between us, where she slept almost every night for the past month, and I smirked when I heard her softly snoring. I rolled over so I was facing her and rested my hand on her tummy. A minute later I heard Brock start to snore too and I rolled my eyes. She was definitely his child…
We all three about jumped out of our underwear… and diapers… when the alarm went off. I chuckled silently at the dirty look Cheyenne gave me before falling back asleep. For only being 3 months old she had a glare that was almost as good at mine.
"What the hell did that go off for?" Brock asked, giving me a dirty look as well.
"I have to take Cheyenne to her three month check-up at nine…" I whispered, setting pillows in my place on the bed so she wouldn't roll off. I quietly walked over to Brocks side and placed my hand on his shoulder, leaning down to his ear. "I'm gonna shower…" I waited for a response, but he just nodded, keeping his eyes closed. I frowned and sighed, walking into the bathroom. I took my time in the shower, enjoying the quietness and hot water. The only reason I got out was because my hands were starting to get pruney. I wrapped a towel around my body and wiped off the mirror… why people felt the need to watch themselves as they brush their teeth is beyond me, but everybody does. Brock walked in as I was putting toothpaste on my toothbrush.
"Did you put pillo-"
"She's in her bassinet." I shot him a confused glare then got out of the way so he could do whatever it was he was waiting for. He turned on the coldwater and splashed his face a few times. I spit as he dried his face and sighed.
"Are you okay?" I asked while rinsing my toothbrush and putting it away. He just nodded and turned on the water for a shower. "Are you sure?"
"Yes! Reba…" he snapped. I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms across my chest.
"Clearly…"
"Well, why do you nag? I answered you the first time."
"Excuse me for worrying. You haven't been yourself lately."
"That's because all I do is work, come home to a nagging wife," He said threw his teeth. "a crying baby and cold dinner. I have to take 2 minute showers because, once again, you're nagging! I go to sleep, just to have a baby scream in my ear, and, oh! You, nagging… telling me 'its my turn' and 'you don't parent right… blah blah blah.'" I took a few deep breath to stay calm.
"Well… I'm sorry we make you so unhappy." I said with a shaky breath. I watched his fists clench and unclench.
"I'm just…" He ran his hand though his hair. "I-I don't know, I'm just stressed out right now. I don't mean to be mean, but…" He sighed.
"Y'know, it's okay to talk about tit sometimes instead of holdin it all in, then freaking out… on me." I said the last part threw my teeth. He scuffed and rolled his eyes.
"This coming from you…"
"Yes, Brock, I'm stressed out too but I hold myself together. I try lookin at the bright sides and I attempt to stay happy-"
"Well, I'm not like you. I'm not gonna pretend I'm happy when I'm 2 baby crys away from freaking out."
"I'm not telling you to pretend, Brock, just talk to me, please… I cant take you acting like this anymore. Everything we do turns into a fight. I understand I'm not perfect, but I try… I try to clean, and cook and take care of Cheyenne and run all the errands and do everything perfect but I cant seem to do anything right with you. Just… stop being so angry with me all the time." his face softened a bit when he saw my eyes fill with tears and he stepped forward.
"I'm not angry with you, sweetheart. You're doing an amazing job, I'm just stressed… I'm sorry for freakin out."
"And, another thing, do you even still find me attractive?"
"What?!"
"You heard me…"
"Of course, I do. Why would you say that?"
"Five months, Brock. It's been five months. And for the past two you haven't even kissed me. I kiss you. You used to kiss my cheek or touch my arm or pinch my butt or do something to me when you'd walk by. And every time I'd wake you up by tellin you I was gettin in the shower you'd jump up and ask to join me-"
"That's because I knew that when you told me you were gettin in that meant you wanted me to join you."
"Are you sayin you didn't want to? You only asked because you knew I wanted you to?"
"What? No! Of course I wanted to. If I did I wouldn't have jumped up every time and asked." I smiled sadly.
"Like today?"
"What?"
"Today… I told you I was showering and you just nodded, didn't even open your eyes or anything."
"Oh, honey… I've just been so tired, I didn't even realize…" He stepped forward and caressed my face. He leaned closer, but I shook my head.
"Kissin me now aint gonna prove anything…"
"No. I want to show you just how absolutely beautiful you are." I looked into his eyes, then to his lips that were less than an inch from mine, then back into his eyes. I nodded twice and he wiped a tear that accidentally fell before kissing me gently. He pulled back after a few seconds and smirked. "I'm gonna shower…" He said quietly. I grinned and watched him take off his shirt.
"Mind if I join you?" he smirked and shook his head.
"Not at all." I laughed and dropped my towel as I walked by him. I stepped in and stood in the water, getting used to the hotness again before getting out of the way so Brock could step in. He did the same for about a minute, then turned around to face me. I smiled and pulled on his hands, making him take a couple steps forward. He rested his hands on my neck and kissed me, hard, pushing me back against the wall of the shower. I smiled against his lips and wrapped my arms around his waist. He slid his hands down my body and rested them on my hips as he kissed down my neck, collarbone and chest. He lifted me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist and I shivered when I felt his hands slowly slide up from the back of my thighs all the way up my back and back down. I quickly pushed my annoying, wet bangs to the side, out of my eyes, then grabbed his face and kissed him. He lifted me up and I let out a tiny gasp when he set me back down. He pushed be harder against the wall and grabbed my hips slowly pulling out and reentering. I was so thankful he was gentle, I was fully healed, but I didn't want to take any chances and I don't think he did either. I ran my hands threw his hair and threw my head back, pushing us off the wall a little, and let out a small and quiet moan.
I felt him smile against my neck before leaving another small peck there and moving back up towards my lips. I felt my legs start to tremble, so I squeezed around him tighter. I felt him squirm a little, but didn't think anything of it.
"Honey…" he chocked out. "I have to breathe…" he patted my legs gently and I laughed. I loosened my grip around him and he continued to moved, getting a little faster. I knew it was the wrong time to think about it, but I couldn't help but wonder if Cheyenne was still sleeping. I felt guilty leaving her alone, especially if she was awake while Brock and I were doing this. As much as I didn't want this to ever end, I dug my nails into his back and he got the hint. He moved faster and faster until just minutes later we both kissed each other quickly to try to keep quiet. It didn't really work, but it was worth a shot. I kissed him a few more times, smiling as he set me down. I grabbed his arms and waited for my legs to feel somewhat normal again while he smirked at me the whole time. "Man…. Why didn't we do that sooner?" I shot him a dirty look and he laughed. "Oh… right…" he said sarcastically. "Are you sure you pushed a baby out 3 months ago?" I smirked.
"That's not somethin mothers forget." he nodded.
"Or fathers…" He spaced out and shook his head. I smacked his arm.
"Don't think about that that day… no wonder you haven't touched me in months." He smiled and softly touched my cheek. I rolled my eyes. "You know what I meant."
"You're breathtaking…" He whispered. I kissed him softly before stepping out and wrapping a towel around me. "Especially when your legs are tightly wrapped around me… then you're really breathtaking." he said, chuckling from inside the shower. I shook my head, but couldn't help the smirk. I quickly walked out to check on Cheyenne who was still sleeping. I let out a sigh of relief and got dressed. I went back into the bathroom as Brock walked out to do my hair and make up while she was still sleeping. After I was done I walked into the bathroom and saw Brock laying on the bed, flying her above his head.
"Did you wake her up!?"
"I got bored!" He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, then sat next to them. Cheyenne giggled, getting drool all over Brocks face. I laughed and Brock scrunched his face up, keeping her in the air.
"Thanks, sweetheart…" Brock said to her. I chuckled again and wiped his face off with my hand, then wiped my hand on my jeans. "her neck is so strong…" I smiled and nodded.
"She's getting old…" I said, sadly. He laughed.
"She'll be grey in no time." I frowned and got up to heat her up a bottle. I opened the fridge and sighed when I saw she only had two bottles left. I hated pumping… it hurt… I grabbed one out of the fridge and heated is up quickly, then brought it to Brock. "I wonder why she likes it so much…" he said curiously watching her eat the bottle. I shrugged.
"Maybe it tastes good." He looked at me.
"I wonder…" I snickered and shook my head.
"Try it." he looked at me with big eyes.
"Have you tried it?"
"Gross, no…"
"I'll try it if you try it." I shook my head.
"You try it first." I said, sitting next to them. He looked at me with questioning eyes and bit his cheek, thinking about it.
"I really wanna know what it tastes like…"
"Try it then!" He took a deep breath and pulled the bottle out of her mouth. He slowly put it towards her mouth and I chuckled. "Hurry before she starts fussin…" He sighed and sucked a little down. I watched his face as he swallowed it. "So?"
"It's… not that bad, actually. Kinda sweet." I scrunched my nose. "Your turn." I shook my head.
"No thanks."
"You said you would!"
"I'm scared." I said, chuckling.
"It's your milk!" I smirked, looking at the bottle. "Hurry before she starts fussin!" he mocked. I rolled my eyes and snatched the bottle out of his hand. I stared at the intimidating little thing for a while, then quickly drank a tiny, little sip. I coughed a little and gave a disgusted face.
"That's terrible!" I said.
"Really? I kinda like it…"
"Oh, gross…" He chuckled and continued to feed Cheyenne. After she was finished I quickly got her dressed, put her in her car seat, grabbed my purse and the diaper bag and left. The doctor only took about 15 minutes to check her weight, height, look in her hears and down her throat the best he could and we were done. A half hour drive for something I could've done myself… I opened the door and sighed, setting her and the bags down on the counter. I unbuckled her and took her out, then went to see what Brock was doing. He was finishing the last wall of paint, thank goodness. I smiled and watched him for a second. He didn't even realize we were standing there. "Your daughter is 11 pounds, 3 ounces." he jumped a little and turned to me with wide eyes. I scuffed and he shook his head.
"Isn't that kinda small for being three months?" I shrugged.
"She's gained almost 5 pounds."
"Yeah, but she eats all the time and just sits around!" I laughed.
"Don't you wish you were a baby again?"
"Ha. Ha… What else did he say? Anything wrong with her?"
"You sound so concerned…" I said sarcastically. "No, she's fine. He said she was perfectly healthy." I said, smiling at her.
"Good. Now go away." I glared at him and he laughed, not looking back at me. "I don't want her breathing in the paint, honey…" I nodded, understandingly now and walked out.
I had no clue how to end this, so there ya go. Absolute worst ending in the world. Lolol. It's short, but I haven't done anything 'spicy' in a while, so i figured I should. :p Hopefully I'm getting better with the details...? Yes? No. Probably not. Okay. Lol. You can let me know how I did. If I got better, did worse, too much, too little, whatever it is, TELL ME! By reviewing... Thanks for reading! Hopefully you like it. :)