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Anthony has been home for two weeks now. I have never been so tired in my life. Silvy is taking on the majority of the work. For the first week, Silvy was the only one feeding Ant because she refused to pump her milk. She said it was her job to feed the baby. I sat down with her and explained that I wanted to feed him too so I could bond with my son as she gets to. Silvy started pumping the next
day. Silvy still only lets me feed him during the day. She does all the nighttime feedings. I have woken up several times to an empty bed only to find Silvy in the nursery rocking Ant both fast
asleep. I put them both back to bed. I have asked why Silvy doesn’t wake me up to help for the nighttime. Do you know what she told me? She told me since I still had club business and the dispensary to worry about she wanted to make sure I got plenty of sleep. So I started getting up with
her until she agreed to let me handle a shift at night. That was all she was willing to give.
Yes, I still work during the day. Half shifts only because my brothers gave me time off. A month to be
exact. I would go to the dispensary just to make sure things were running smoothly, take care of
bank runs and handle deliveries. Then I would go home. I only went to the club for church or other
meetings. But as soon as they were done my brothers would send me on my way. Telling me to go
home and spend time with my family. Family. I had my own little family. I am sleep deprived. I have
been spit upon. Ant tried to pee on me but I was prepared. The laundry pile has doubled in size with
baby clothes and blankets. Silvy and I haven’t gotten to spend much time together that wasn’t
sleeping or cleaning up the house. I miss just being able to sit and hold my girl. I still hold her. Silvy will be feeding Ant and I would hold both of them in my arms. Don’t get me wrong I love every second of the time I get to spend with them.
I just miss the time I had Silvy to myself. I know we will have time in the future. Ant will start
sleeping through the night, hopefully soon. That way Silvy will be in my arms all night. And It isn’t
about sex. Or just sex. I know Silvy needs time to heal. I won’t pressure Silvy for sex. Ever. Do I want to be inside her soaking pussy. Hell yes. But there is so much more to my relationship with Silvy. We are parents to the cutest little boy. And we are learning how to do it together. Silvy went into this prepared to do it all on her own. I think part of her is still trying to do all the parenting on her own
in case I fuck up, I don’t plan on fucking up but I’m human. And the part–time fun Uncle. Now I’m a twenty–four hour dad. It is a learning curve.
Even with all that going on I wouldn’t trade any of it. Like right now Silvy is sleeping on my shoulder and freshly fed and burped Anthony on my bare chest. He likes skin–to–skin contact with both of us. And my chest hair doesn’t seem to bother him like I thought it would. He is awake and I am rubbing his back. He doesn’t want to go to sleep. I turn him in my arms so he is cradled in the crook of my arm looking up at me. ” Hey, little man. You should be sleeping. It is late for you.” I said. I swear he looked up at me.” Or did you just want to spend some time with your daddy?” I
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asked. Ant moved his mouth like he was trying to answer even though I know he wasn’t.
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Reckless Renegades Goof and Silvy’s Story
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
