“You never do,” I mutter to myself as I walk to the kitchen to make coffee and figure out breakfast.
There’s seven cans of beer, an expired carton of milk, and a bag of slimy salad mix in the fridge, along with a jar of mayo and some sort of jam.
I remember Marissa’s message about what foods to buy for DJ, and I press my eyes with my thumb and index finger, hoping to stop the headache at least for a moment.
“I’m heading to the store,” I tell Rebel as I pick up a shirt from the armchair and sniff it.
Good enough.
She is returning the mug to its insane place. “What for?”
“There’s nothing to eat in this house, and DJ’s coming tomorrow.”
“We can always order in,” she says before rubbing her lips together to distribute the lipstick evenly.
“Marissa said he couldn't have salt yet; she sent me a list of what he likes to eat.”
Rebel looks away. As soon as she’s pregnant again, she’ll feel better about being around him. The thought of putting a baby inside her gives me a chubby.
“Can you get me some candy bars and chocolate, please?” My wife bats her eyes at me sweetly, and the chubby turns into a full hard-on.
I grab it and step closer to her.
“I have a candy bar for you right here,” I mutter, and I swear, she licks her lips in anticipation.
She enthusiastically sucks my dick until my headache is a distant memory, and then I get on my knees between her legs, lift her shirt, and fuck her nice and slow until I empty my balls inside her hot pussy.
Rebel sighs happily, keeping her arms around my neck as I soften inside her. She never rushes to clean up immediately after. That’s one of the things I love about her; she knows how to enjoy sex.
“We spilled my coffee,” she pouts.
“Shit.” I quickly take off my shirt and press it against the dark stain on our new couch.
“It was worth it, though,” my wife laughs as she stretches like a cat.
I shake my head, laughing as well.
It was worth it. It was all worth it.
*
As I browse the supermarket for what feels like two hours, I realize I don’t like this new Marissa at all.
She’s belligerent, confrontational, and frankly, annoying. The email she sent me was nothing like the long, tender ones she’s sent her bald buddy.
DJ eats three meals of solid food now and drinks 8oz of formula at bedtime. He drinks water throughout the day, I offer every hour or so.
For breakfast, we usually have pancakes or muffins, no sugar in either. I use banana or apple puree as a sweetener. And some fruit; he loves berries and bananas. Avocados as well. You can put a little bit of peanut butter on the pancakes; he likes that. I attached the recipes I use.
For lunch, he eats some small pasta with homemade tomato sauce or a soup.
For dinner, I steam some veggies and serve with rice/mashed potatoes and, say, chicken meatballs or some white fish, but if you’re unable to cook for some reason, get some GLASS jars of pureed baby food. ORGANIC!!!
For snacks, he eats fruit or baby pouches, fruit AND veggies. I usually buy the green ones with the bear on the packaging.
Never leave him unattended while he eats!!!
I’ll send you another email this evening with an outline of his usual daily routine and the times he usually eats and sleeps.
