Page 120 of Hunted, Season Three

Epilogue

A few months after Bunny’s water broke…

Nolan

I hate covering when someone is out sick.

But I get it.

Kids get sick.

Both parents should have to miss time.

We’re just a little more fortunate in that aspect.

Not because we have a cushy nest that keeps us from financial stress – although we do have that shit – but because there’sthreeof us to rotate the responsibility of caring for our little man when his check engine light is unexpectedly on.

Like last week.

D got a cold out of nowhere and could not sleep without having his little nose sucked dry by this baby turkey baster thing first.

Had to be done like every two hours.

Which isn’t the best shit for sleep.

Or work.

Or sex.

Which we only recently started being able to have again together.

Pathetically enough, by the end of most days, someone’s too tired, someone’s too moody, and someone’s too clingy to our son they’ve been away from for “too long”.

The who of that shit endlessly rotates.

I’m thinkin’ we take Eva and Demián up on their offer of watching him for an entire weekend.

We could use the alone time together.

Even if it’s just to get some quality fucking shut eye.

Rather than head straight for our bedroom, I make a pit stop at D’s door, grateful he’s close now, yet even more thankful that he’ll eventually have his own space further away at some point.

Our little man isn’t gonna be little forever, right?

It’ll be healthy that he has his own private space.

For all of us.

For sometimes similar but different reasons.

As for now?

This makes providing him with the love and care he needs, the love and care I’m glad I can help provide, so much goddamn easier.

Cracking open the door precedes me fixing the crooked Ferrari themed emblem he has with his first name on it instead of Ferrari, a custom gift Kid ordered that he couldn’t wait to put up.

Our boy is constantly surrounded by car shit.

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