Removing Connor from her breast and managing to cover herself at the same time, Tasha patted his back gently, offering him to an excited Lizzie who had already got her phone out and before she'd sat back down with the baby was uploading a shot to Snapchat, Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.
“Lizzie, he is not an accessory and I do not expect to see his photo appearing all over the internet on a regular basis,” chided Jim.
“But for today and to avoid a press release, Connor can go viral,” Tasha told her with a big grin that her baby was already adored by his big brother and sister who was desperate to share news of his safe arrival with the world
“Thank you. Dylan was here earlier, but he had to go, so I've text it to him,” Lizzie explained before taking another shot of them all together.
Chapter 16
Once everyone had gone home, Jim climbed up onto the bed and pulled Tasha towards him while glancing down at their sleeping son in his mother's arms.
“So, what do you think of motherhood so far?”
“It's wonderful, he's wonderful, and I know everyone must say this but he really is the most beautiful baby I have ever seen.”
“He certainly is, honey,” said Jim as Connor's face began to contort until he was wearing an expression resembling a pout. “And he has your mouth.” Laughed Jim.
“Mmm, maybe, and your nose and eyes.”
“Yup, he is gorgeous.”
Laughing, Tasha asked, “Are you allowed to stay?”
Jim shrugged. “I'd like to see them throw me out on our anniversary.”
“You remembered,” Tasha’s slightly excited words caused Connor to let out a restless moan. “I remembered earlier but then I forgot with everything that’s gone on today.”
“Of course I remembered, although when I first saw you I never imagined that a year later we'd be here, married, with a baby.”
“No?” queried Tasha with an arched brow.
Jim shook his head. “It was the Saturday before I really knew you were going to be my lucky seven.”
“Really?” Tasha couldn’t hide her surprise. “People have passed comments about us and you being different with me, but did you really think of me in those terms so soon?”
“If by those terms you mean, did I know you were special and I would never ever meet anyone else like you and that I couldn't let you go, then yes.”
Almost stunned into silence by his admission, Tasha leaned down and kissed the baby's forehead before looking at Jim and simply saying, “Wow.”
“Have I rendered you speechless, Tasha?” Jim wore a wry smile that Tasha returned.
“Kind of. I knew I liked you and you made me feel different. I did wonder a couple of times whether being your lucky seven would be so bad and the next thing I knew I was flying to L.A. with you.”
“That flight in that dress.” He frowned.
“I like that dress, although I may never fit into it again.” She sighed with a concerned look down at her still swollen and now wobbly belly.
“I'm sure you will, baby. With sensible eating and exercise, no starvation,” he warned. “But even if you never wear it again you need to know that I prefer you without clothes anyway.”
The sound of Connor crying pierced the silence between them, just a single cry as if he was startled.
“Oh, son, we really need to talk.” Jim took the little boy from Tasha and paced towards the window where he rocked him as he began to speak. “You have to remember that you are the most important person in our lives and the beautiful English lady is Mommy and the milk machine, but she is my wife, so don't even try and cut in when we're discussing her inappropriate clothing or how we met or how hot she is, okay?” he asked before turning back to face Tasha as he rocked his son to sleep.
“Did I tell you about Howser?” Tasha asked, earning herself a frown, possibly just for mentioning the other man.
“Tasha, if you are about to tell me he has turned up and hit on you again I really can’t promise that I won’t do something unpleasant.”
With a laugh, Tasha shook her head. “No. I spoke to Sara last night, or the night before and she was saying that when he and Rosa split a few months ago he’d said it didn’t feel right and they weren’t really going anywhere. They wanted very different things.”
