Miles Ever After (Miles High Series)(13)

“Waaaaaa!”

“A boy?” Emily laughs in relief.

The room blurs as I kiss my beautiful wife. “I’m so proud of you.” I hold her tight. “I love you so much, you did it, sweetheart, you did it.” I smile through tears. “Look at him.”

“I love you too.”

“Waaaaaa!” The baby screams harder. “Waaaaaa!”

I laugh as I wipe the tears that are running down my face.

Hands down the best day of my life.

They put the baby up onto her chest and we both stare at him in awe.

Chubby and covered in a white film, the cutest baby I ever saw.

So surreal.

“James.” Emily smiles down at her son. “You look like a James.”

“You sure you want two of us?” I smile.

“Positive.”

I hug Emily, close my eyes, and say a little prayer.

Thank you.





Emily


Seven days and seven nights is a long time to go without sleep. The sound of ten trumpets sounds through our bedroom, and it’s coming from the cradle at the end of our bed.

“Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa!”

It seems James has a penchant for screaming. It’s his favorite thing, he does it all day, he does it all night.

“Fuck me,” Jameson whispers. “What the hell is wrong with this baby?”

I smile up at the ceiling in the dark. “Just lie there quietly and he might go back to sleep.”

“Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa!”

“He’s not going back to sleep.”

I close my eyes, I’m honestly so exhausted that I can’t deal with this.

“What do I do?” Jameson whispers.

“He’s not hungry, check his nappy and, I don’t know, take him for a walk or something, I need to sleep, Jay. I have to get up and feed him in two hours, I’m delirious. I can’t deal with one more night of this.”

“You think I can?”

Jameson gets up and picks up the baby and looks down at him, “Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa!”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa!”

“You are supposed to be chill like your mother, not psychopathic like me.”

“Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa!”

I smile with my eyes closed as I listen to them.

“You don’t need to cry like that, nobody is murdering you…yet.”

I smile into my pillow.

“He said he wants scotch in his bottle.”

“He did not say that.”

“Oh that’s right, it was me, I want to drink scotch from the fucking bottle.”

I giggle.

“Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa!”

“You’re killing me, kid.” He changes his nappy and swaddles him. “Let’s go scream in the living room so Mom can sleep.”

“Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa!”

“You’re going in time-out, you naughty baby. Quit it.”

I smile as I begin to drift back to sleep.

“Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa!” James’ screams get softer as Jay takes him out of the bedroom.



I wake with a start; my breasts are pumping as I get a letdown.

“Shit, what time is it?” I sit up and rush out into the living room in a panic, and then smile when I see it.

Jameson is flat on his back on the couch with his son swaddled tightly and sleeping on his chest.

Not the first week I imagined having with our baby, there’s been tears and tantrums, breastfeeding issues and crying, so much crying, but it’s been precious just the same.

Jameson said something tonight that struck home with me.

This is Jameson Miles’ son, he has his nature, of course he’s going to be difficult.

And somehow, that makes me love my baby all the more, suddenly I know it’s all going to be okay.

If there’s anyone that can handle a strong-willed Miles man.

It’s me.





I sit at the kitchen counter and read my magazine.

The kids are playing in the back garden, James is five, Imogen is four, Alexander is two, and I’m pregnant again.

We’re running a damn breeding program over here.

To be fair, the last two pregnancies have been surprises, happy surprises, but surprises just the same.

We live in the country full-time now; the kids are barefoot and fancy free.

Living the life that we always wanted for them.

Simple and full of love.

We will move back to New York full time once the kids are high school age.

The sound of the chopper comes over the mountain and the kids all squeal with excitement and run to the back fence to watch it land.

The chopper lands, the door opens and Jameson steps out. Square jaw, dark hair and the best fitted navy suit in all of the land. Still got it, and then some.

I smirk, my husband is hot.

The kids all rush him and run around his feet, he picks up Alexander and puts him on his hip as they walk back to the house.

Daddy’s home.





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Claire