EroticReverie

Madeliene - Six Months Later....

I stand quietly in the door way to the bedroom of the nursery, listening to Donovan whisper to our children. Both of which he named. Because we he suggested the same, and gave his reasoning. I couldn't say no. Didn't want to. 

For our daughter.. "Celestine ....it means ,most beautiful, like her mother, and also means from the heavens, also just like her mother...and it's a pretty name...like her mothers." 

For our son..."Xander.., it means protector...because he's going to protect his sister, and his mother, just like me, and just like i'll protect him........................and cause it's a real cool fuckin name." 

I smile, remembering his surprise and his excitement when I agreed to both names without hesitation.  

"Well that's just flippin rude" he whispers to Xander who has just peed on him from the changing table. I bite back my laugh, and not due to the fact he still hasnt learned to cover Xander the second the diaper comes off, but more so to do with his G rated "curse" words he uses whenever around them. As if they're old enough yet to repeat a single thing he says. 

He turns at the sound of my stifled giggle and his brows pinch as he holds a diaper over Xander's lap and , slides a hand to the side of him, to keep him from rolling, even though the changing table is built to prevent that exact thing from happening. 

"Okay, I should be mad at you for laughing, but you look so fuc....flippin hot" he says and I roll my eyes. Because I just rolled out of bed, and am wearing a bathrobe, slippers and my hair probably looks like a rats nest. 

I walk over to him and lift my chin, he leans down , and kisses me with a smile. 

"Morning hot stuff" he winks as he pulls his mouth back and then comes back in for another kiss as I smile. 

"Morning hotter stuff." I say and slap his ass though his boxers. 

"Mommy is gonna get herself in trouble this morning Xander." he says while still looking at me, then gives me a wink and then goes back to the task at hand. 

I walk over to Celestine in her crib and smile down at her as she looks up at me , patiently waiting for my arrival. They look similar now, but their personalities, are night and day. Celestine is quiet, not all that fussy, and would most likely sleep better through the night if not for her counterpart. Xander doesnt sleep well, fusses so much that we can't figure out why, and will cry for no reason, all the time. Okay, not all the time, but it sure feels like a lot when youre a parent and have to figure out ways to soothe them. They're both absolutely perfect. 

"You waiting for me sweet girl?" I smile at her, stroking her head softly with my fingertips, and then reaching down and picking her up. 

I pick her up, he always changes her first cause she's easiest for him, and carry her to the rocking chair recliner, and prop my feet up , lean back slightly , pull my rob open on one side and let her latch on. I lay my head back with a yawn.

I have not changed a single diaper when Donovan is around. Of course while he's at work, I do the changing. But when he's home, he's changed every single one. He does the laundry for them, and for us, he is there with me, to give baths. To change their clothes, to rock them to sleep. He scowled at one of our female friends Jess who made a "teasing" comment when he'd shot up to go to the nursery when one of them started crying during their nap.

"YOu have to let them cry a little Donovan" she'd said. Another person without a kid, offering parenting advice, as usual. 

"I'm not letting my kid flippin cry, not if i can help it." he'd huffed at her and kept on going right out of the room.

Jess, has not been invited back over since. While I was more understanding of a womans need to give unsolicited adive, whether she had a kid or not. Donovan was NOT, and honestly, I loved him for it. Because he's been nothing but perfect in my eyes, every step of the way. 

When Max, his own best friend teased him about "Showing off" that he didnt need to "pretend" he changed the kids diapers all the time. Donovan didnt speak to him again for two weeks. 

 Donovan brings Xander over after successfully wrangling his wiggling body into his sleeper. I smile as he brings him to me, and I open my arm, as he props him onto the little pillow that helps me nurse both of them at the same time. Donovan gently pulls the other side of my robe open, and helps lift my breast slightly and get my nipple to Xander's mouth. 

Once he's latched, Donovan kisses my forehead, and I smile, lifting my chin, getting another on my mouth, before he sits on the floor, pulling my slippers off and massaging my feet as I feed them. 

We know their cries now. We can tell over the monitor, who it is, and what cry it is. Is it a hungry cry, a diaper change cry, or something else. 

Diaper cries in the middle of the night. Donovan doesnt allow me to get up. In fact he got pissed one night that he didnt hear the monitor, and found me in there changing Celestine. Not pissed at me, but at himself.  That night he moved the monitor right to his side of the bed. 

But anytime its a cry that they're hungry. Even if I try to refuse his help, and tell him to go back to sleep, there's no telling him no. He wakes up, and comes to the nursey, and keeps me company while I nurse. 

And every morning, like now, when we are both waking up for the day, he get's on the floor and rubs my feet while giving me smiles and winks, and telling me what a good mother I am.

"Our kids have the best mother." he says , rubbing the arch of my right foot. 

"You're biased." I say. 

"Nah, you're flippin amazing." he says and I laugh, shaking slightly , looking down at the babies  , making sure my laughter didnt interrupt them, Nope. Nothing interrupts them when they're eating. 

I look back at him. 

"they have the best dad too." I say. Because I know it bothers him, peoples "joking" comments they make. HE knows he's a good dad, and I think it bothers him more than he lets on, that people might not think the same. And bothers him even more that he knows there are men that arents even anywhere close to being a good parent as he is. It bothers him that theres enough men in the world, doing the bare minimum and getting praised for it. While he goes above and beyond, and people assume he's one of the bare minimum guys. But I know our friends know Donovan. That they're just joking, but it doesnt mean it's still not upsetting to him,and to me. I defend him from every comment, assuring everyone and anyone who has something smart to say, that Ive got the best fucking husband, and chose the aboslutely BEST fucking father for my children. 

"Youre so fucking beautiful, you know that?" he says, cocking his head at me, rubbing my other foot and I smile softly. 

"So pretty" he says with a wink.

"Dont wink at me like that while Im feeding our children." 

He laughs and pushes his thumbs up and down the bottom of my foot.

"I'll flirt with my wife anytime I flippin want to." he says and I laugh. 

"You were giving me the sex wink."

"Thumbelina...I've only got one wink, im ALWAYS givin you the sex wink." he says and I laugh, shake myhead and look down at Xander , eyes closed, sucking away, then too Celestine, who's close to being milk drunk. Her chin moving slower, pausing, moving again. 

I close my eyes and lean my head back, yawning again as Donovan keeps rubbing my feet. 

Without asking, a few minutes later, he gets up, and I open my eyes as he grabs Celestine and burps her, while Xander keeps feeding like his stomach will never fill. 

By the time Donovan is done burping Celestine, putting her down for her post feeding nap, Xander is ready to be burped, and I know we're both just praying that he will go down for a nap without a fuss. 

We'll get twenty minutes tops before he's crying to be up again. 

"Flip yes." Donovan whispers and makes a fist, pulling it toward his stomach in quiet victory as our son lays quietly, eyes closed. 

I stand up and he grabs my robe and pulls me to him.

"Come back to bed Mrs. Draper. I need to get in that flippin pussy" he whispers. 

I nearly snort. "Shut up and take me to our bed"