“You won’t because you promised.”
“What did I promise?”
Lucas yawned and closed his eyes. “Next time you’ll carry the baby.”
Tucker smirked moving Lucas’ curls back and kissed him on his forehead. “Anything you want.” He closed his eyes and fell asleep with a thought on his mind.
Thank you, Rochelle.
* * *
“Okay,Ryan’s changed and ready for his bottle.”
Lucas nodded. “Okay, let’s switch babies. Wyatt needs to be burped.” In the three weeks since they’d brought the twins home, it’d been and still was an adjustment trying to be parents to newborns, and a two-year-old that was used to have all of his and Tucker’s attention and now had to share. Lucas could tell that Zoi was trying to be patient with her little brothers getting all the attention. But Lucas had a feeling that sooner or later her patients will run out when she’s not able to garner the attention of both the central adults in her world. They’d tried involving Zoi with everything they were doing so that she didn’t feel left out.
“Okay, Zoi, are you ready to help Daddy feed Ryan?”
“Uh huh.”
“Okay, get on the bed like Daddy showed you.” He helped her the best he could. He was still healing and would be for a while. Tucker did all of the heavy lifting.Zoi got beside him and placed her hand on his. He watched her in awe and was proud of his daughter. She might not understand everything that was going on, but she was taking things in stride.
“Stinky,” Zoi said.
“What?” Lucas asked glancing down at her. She stood and moved to the other side of the bed covering her nose.
“Ew . . . Ry stinky.” Still unable to say her brother’s names fully, she shortened their names to Ry and Wy.
But he was just changed.
Lucas sniffed, chuckling as he glanced down at his son who had the most satisfied expression on his face as he continued to drink even with a disgusting scent coming from him.Babies are a wonder in so many ways.
“You used to do the same thing before you learned how to use the potty.”
“Go potty, Ry,” she said pointing to her little brother.
Lucas chuckled. “Not yet, but soon.”
Not wanting to hear anymore or stick around because of the scent, Zoi got off the bed running out of the room, maybe to tell Tucker about little mister stinky bottom.
* * *
“Gods,this is harder than I thought it would be,” Tucker said getting into bed beside him. “I’ll take an undercover operation any day.”
They were in bed finally for the night along with all three kids who were fed, clean, and in bed. Lucas groaned glaring at the mountain of laundry that they accumulated in just one week. He'dforgotten what it was like to relax in his home. He’d been spit up on, peed on, and everything else he’d forgotten about when Zoi was born. He was thankful that his house was quiet for the first time in hours. They’d turned down his parents' help to come over daily and help with the kids; they wanted to do things on their own.
“Hey, bub,” Lucas said to Tucker. “You helped make those two little cuties in there, and you will stick around to help me take care of them.”
Tucker turned his head and gave Lucas the "I want to fuck your brains out" expression. “Is that an order?”
“You better believe it.” They met partway and were about to kiss, stopping when the twins started crying. Tucker went to get up, but Lucas stopped him. “Stay, I’ll get him.”
“Yeah, not going to happen, from the echoes, it sounds like the both of them.”
“Then let’s get to it before we have baby number three crying.”
Tucker quickly kissed him then got off the bed and started walking out of the room. Lucas' eyes instantly went to the dip of his back and down to the swell of his ass. He licked his lips thinking of all the things he would love to do to Tucker’s ass once he was fully healed.
“Stop staring,” Tucker said looking over his shoulder.
