Page 38 of Unexpected Arrivals

For the first time in weeks, I slept all night long without waking up. I stretched like a cat waking from a nap and put a few pillows behind my head so that I could sit up, grabbing my phone.

I had a message from my boss asking me to call him when I got a chance, and I also had two messages from Trevor. I laughed as I looked at them.

The first one was around eleven-thirty. It was a picture of Devon lying in his arms drinking from his bottle. Unfortunately, my gaze was more interested in the bare chest Devon was resting on, and my girlie parts clenched. It really had been a long time.

The second message came at three, and this one was of Trevor holding Devon on his bare chest again, no bottle around. By the background, I could tell Trevor had been lying on his couch, probably trying to calm Devon back to sleep after another feeding.

I smiled as I stared at the picture and pushed on it to save it to my gallery. Was I saving it because it was of Devon or because it was a good picture of the sexy man holding his son?

I typed a quick response.Nice way to wake up. I hope you got some sleep.

I was making coffee when I got a text.What was nicer, seeing Devon or me?

Um, seeing your bare chest was the real answer, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.I was happy to see Devon content and resting.

Damn, and here I thought you might have enjoyed seeing me half-dressed.

I rolled my eyes as I laughed and typed back,Friends don’t ogle other friends.I set my phone down and finished making coffee, then retrieved my laptop and set it on the dining room table. Once I had poured my coffee, I was walking to the table when I read his reply. I literally spit my mouthful of hot coffee all over.

Okay, so next time you have Devon, you send me a picture of you holding him on your bare chest, and I’ll make sure not to ogle.

I set the phone and my coffee down and went to get a towel to clean up the mess and wipe down my mouth, shirt, and phone screen as I snickered. I couldn’t believe he wrote that, and I thought for a moment about a reply.

Finally, I came up with,You just made me spill coffee all over myself, and now I need to change my shirt. Too bad Devon’s not here.

I hit send and then winced. Oh, my god! Did I really just send that to him? I sighed. I guess a good night’s sleep and my need for sex were making me flirtatiously giddy.

I received two words back a few seconds later.Holy. Shit.

I put my phone down and pulled up my email with a smile on my face. A moment later, my cellphone rang, and I saw Trevor’s name on the screen. My hand hovered over the phone; did I want to talk to him after that? Was he going to make a proposition?

My curiosity got the better of me, and I answered, “Yes?”

“Morning,” his voice was so damn husky and low, and my girlie parts clenched again as I closed my eyes.

“Good morning,” I finally choked out. “What do you want?”

He was quiet for a moment. “Lots of things, but really I was calling to tell you that he slept pretty good.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled, the sound like sweet honey coating my spine. “He slept good. Me, not so much.”

“Why is that?” And why do I care? I held my breath, wondering if he was going to say that thoughts of me had kept him awake.

“I guess I was so worried I’d sleep through him crying that I kept waking up wondering if it was time to feed him or change him, or was he even still breathing.”

I found myself grinning. “Yeah, I did that a few nights too when he first got here. Then I got used to him and was able to sleep in between his feeding spells.”

“So there is hope? I’ll be able to sleep more than an hour at a time?”

I giggled. “Yes, it will get better.”

“Whew,” he blew into the phone, “I’m glad to hear that.”

“Everything alright, otherwise?”

“Yeah, he’s good. He is sitting in his chair right now, bouncing. I just finished feeding him again. I feel like all I have done is feed him, clean his bottles, feed him again, and change him a dozen times, and his clothes, too.”

---