Ryan put his hand on my arm and squeezed.
"Marcus calm down. He's gonna be fine. His immune system has had time to build up and this is normal. This is what people do, they bring their babies out. I mean we couldn't keep him at home in a bubble his whole life right?"
Actually, I thought keeping the kid inside was a great idea. No bullying at school, no chance of getting kidnapped- but I knew I was being absolutely ridiculous. God, how the hell did parents deal with this? I was afraid of everything now. I looked at the world completely different, not as a single guy, or a newly married man with his hot husband, but a parent of a new baby and all the dangers present in the world. How the hell did any parent get any sleep?
Ryan wasn't the only one to comment on how freaked out I looked. Eric teased me like crazy, but I didn't care. I kept watching Alexander to make sure he didn't get dropped or held too tightly. Finally, Ryan decided it was time for us to go. I got us out of there as soon as possible. I was going to take him back to the penthouse, then go back to work.
"You know honey, your fear for Alexander is just a little out of control."
I frowned and looked over at Ryan.
"He's going to get sick. Something could happen to him." I knew I sounded a little crazy, but seriously all these were things that could go wrong.
"Marcus. Seriously you didn't take your eyes off Alexander for a second and I thought you were going to strangle Shelley when she sniffed his head. I think you need to talk to somebody, because this is way beyond normal anxiety and concern."
I narrowed my eyes at Ryan. Part of me wanted to lash out at him that he wasn't as concerned for our child as I was. Part of me also knew that was absolutely unreasonable and ridiculous.
I sat back in my seat, but with my arm still over the car seat. I stared out the other window, thinking. Did I know any other alphas that had kids? Did they go crazy like this too? The only reason I hadn't been able to wipe Alexander's head and hands with sanitizer is because Ryan told me it contained alcohol and did I really want to give our child alcohol poisoning?
Maybe Iwasgoing a little overboard. I hadn't been to the gym in well over a month because I was so exhausted from being up late so that Ryan could get some sleep. I hadn't gotten a good night's sleep since before Alexander had been born. Ryan always got enough sleep, my mother and I made sure of that.
Hell, maybe that was part of the problem. I needed to start getting a good night's sleep and exercising again. It had always been my outlet for stress. Plus, not being able to have sex with Ryan was also lending to my stress. I turned back to Ryan. "Okay, I think Ihavebeen going a little overboard."
Ryan patted my arm.
The next morning I got up early, went down to the gym, and started running again. I was surprised at how much fitness I had lost in such a short period of time. It felt good to exercise, to feel those muscles burn, and of course it did wonders for my stress level. I did a quick ten minutes in the Jacuzzi, took a shower, kissed Ryan goodbye, and went to work. This new routine could work.