Tank (Moonshine Task Force Book 2)(34)
Ryan’s shaking up the bottle, holding his finger over the nipple when all three women come running into the living room. I glance up, a grin on my face. “We got this, y’all can go back in there.”
Whitney leans against the doorframe, holding her phone out as I assume she takes a picture, a look on her face I’m well acquainted with. “Don’t start crying, sis.”
Ryan taps my bicep, handing me the bottle. “Go for it, just watch her head and she’ll do the rest.”
I put the nipple to her mouth, and just like Ryan said, she does the rest. Glancing up, I see all three sets of eyes from the women on me. “Why are you looking at me like I’m the first man to ever feed a baby?”
“I think we all have different reasons why,” mom says, her voice clogged with emotion. “Me, I worried I might never see you sitting in my living room again and to watch you doing that? It makes my heart so full, Trevor. Nobody had to get me a damn thing for Christmas this year, just seeing you alive and walking around is enough for me.” She turns around and walks back to the kitchen, wiping her eyes.
Blaze gives me a saucy smirk, hitching her hip out to the side. “Me? I just think you look hot with a baby in your arms. I mean not like we need one, but we can totally borrow her, right? Because you with your hair, your beard, your muscles, and the cutest baby ever? Total ovary exploding moment right here,” she blows me a kiss as I do my best not to listen to the chuckles coming from Ryan.
With expectant eyes, I glance at my sister. “Do you wanna give me your take on this?”
She walks closer to us. “You need to burp her if she’s slowing down. Ryan, hand him a towel just in case she spits up.” Once she’s close enough, she pulls Stella up, sits her on my thigh, and holds her head, instructing me on how to pat her back.
“My take on this? It’s one of the most emotional moments of my life and why I had to take a picture. Not only did I worry you’d never get to meet her because of the wreck, but I also think about all the times I cried to you about wanting a baby. I think of the night you saved my life with Stephen, and I think of what an amazing brother you’ve been to me. It’s just emotional, and you’re gonna have to let me have my emotions, Trev.”
She leans down, kissing me on the cheek, before she runs a hand over Stella’s forehead. “Love you, bro.”
“I love you, too,” I watch as she goes back into the kitchen, and it’s then I notice Ryan watching me. “Not you too?”
“I have to admit, I worried you wouldn’t be here for these parts of life too. For half the pregnancy, I was worried you’d be pissed because of what Whitney and I did. Then when I saw you in that truck, Tank,” he stops, shaking his head. “If anyone had asked me, I would have said you were dead. I worried about it, checked your breathing, and lost a few years off my life. It’s a monumental moment for you to be sitting here, burping my daughter.”
I’m quiet as I continue the job at hand, taking in how much everyone was affected by the wreck, and realizing for the first time that as I put myself back together, my family is doing the same.
Today is a damn good day.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Blaze
“I’m so tired,” I sigh as I take my shoes off, sinking my toes into the plush carpet in Trevor’s living room. My feet still hurt from wearing the heels I did last night.
“I am, too,” he yawns as he takes his wallet out of his back pocket, putting it on the table next to the door. “It’s been a long couple of days.”
I collapse on the couch, snuggling into the blanket I left last time I’d laid there watching TV. Yawning, I glance up at Trevor. “Why don’t you come watch mindless TV with me? We can fall asleep in front of the Christmas tree like an old married couple.”
He laughs, the sound deep and rich. I love when he laughs like that. I’m thankful every time I hear it. I must close my eyes and doze off slightly, because the next thing I know, I jerk awake. Trevor is sitting on the other end of the couch with my feet in his lap, massaging the hard knot I have located in the ball of my foot from wearing those shoes last night.
“Oh dear God, that feels amazing, please don’t stop,” I moan, flexing against his fingers.
“It never disappoints me, hearing you say those words. It amazes me how many ways I can get you to say them though,” his tone is amused as his fingers continue to work against the hard spot.
“Now isn’t the time for you to make sex jokes, this feels so good. Merry Christmas to me.”
He drops my foot and I moan at the loss of the pressure. “Speaking of Merry Christmas, I have a gift to give you.”
“I have a gift to give you, too,” I smile over at him. “Let me go grab it,” I swing my legs over the edge of the couch and get up with a grimace as I put weight on my feet.
We meet back in the living room, sitting down together in front of the tree. Trevor’s legs are stretched out in front of him, before he leans over, cupping the palm of my cheek in his hand. He turns my face from side to side tilting my chin so he can inspect my neck. “I did good, huh?”
A saucy grin spreads across my face as I reach over and cup his dick in my hand through his pants. “I did good, too.”
He clears his throat loudly as he adjusts and hands me one of the wrapped gifts sitting next to him. “This is an apology for what I did last night.”