I leaned down and kissed her on the crown of her head. “You make me deliriously happy.” She cuddled in closer to me, and I’d never get tired of that feeling.
The sound of the baby crying came through the monitor, and with one more kiss to her head, I stood. I covered her with a blanket and looked down at her. My wife looked good and fucked. “Let me go get him.”
I put on a pair of sweats and headed into Sylas’s bedroom. I saw our son squirming on the mattress, his little arms outstretched. I knew there was a massive scream about to be let out, so I cradled Sylas to my chest, rubbed his tiny back, and my son gave a mighty cry of hunger. There it was. “You want Momma?” I headed back into our room and saw Lenora already sitting up, her glorious breasts on display as she knew what time it was.
She held her hands out for the baby, and I gave her our son, watching as she cradled him so gently. I sat on the edge of the bed and for the next twenty minutes watched the mother of my child feed our baby. It was beautiful. Sylas was already back to sleep, and I could see Lenora had no plans on moving him as he slept against her chest.
She looked at me with such love and devotion in her eyes it actually had my heart skipping a beat.
“I love you, Beckham,” she said softly.
“I love you, baby. God, I love you so much and the life we’ve created.” I leaned in close and placed my nose at her temple, inhaling deeply. I smelled the shampoo she used in her hair and caught the faint scent of baby lotion that she applied to Sylas after his bath. I couldn’t help but smile.
This was my world. She’d been my world even before I knew it.
And I’d never take that for granted.