RoomHate(41)

Sitting down on the couch next to him, I just stared in amazement. He didn’t even have to do anything except exist, and he was somehow able to get her to sleep. Who knew that Justin “I Don’t Ever Want Children” Banks was the Baby Whisperer.

He turned to me. “Why don’t you go sleep?”

“What if she wakes up?”

“I’ll deal with it.”

“She’ll wake up wanting to eat.”

“Then I’ll bring her upstairs if that happens. For now, she’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Amelia…”

“Yeah?”

“Does it look like we’re going anywhere anytime soon?” He shooed me away. “Go!”

“Thank you,” I mouthed before heading upstairs.

I barely remembered my head hitting the pillow. It was the longest I’d slept straight since the day before my daughter was born.

Six hours later, the sound of Bea crying woke me. Rubbing my eyes, I could see Justin standing in the doorway with her.

“I tried to put off coming up here as long as I could…” He walked over to me and placed her in my arms. “I’ll leave so you can feed her. I’m gonna hit the sack for a bit.”

“Thank you again so much. I needed that sleep so badly.”

“It was no problem.”

After he left, I took out my breast, and Bea latched on immediately. She smelled like him. I breathed in the masculine scent, and a sexual desire that had been long suppressed came alive in me. It felt so good not to be the only adult in this house anymore, but I needed to keep my feelings in check. Whatever it took, I was not going to let myself become obsessive over Justin again. Being responsible for another human being meant I could no longer afford to become an emotional wreck.

***

It was mid-afternoon when Justin came downstairs. Bea was strapped to my chest in the carrier as I cleaned the kitchen.

“Good morning.” I smiled.

“Hey,” he said groggily.

Just like that, my body awakened with an intense need. He was the very definition of scruffy. His hair was disheveled, and in the daylight, it became apparent that he’d been growing out his stubble. A gray fitted t-shirt looked like it had been painted onto his muscles. Don’t get me started on how good his ass looked in those gym pants.

“How is she?” he asked. My body reacted even more as he stepped closer to peek in on Bea.

“She’s asleep.”

“That figures. The sun is shining. I should’ve known.” He searched my eyes. “How are you?”

“I’m feeling good. You were amazing last night.”

“That’s what they always say.” He winked.

Rolling my eyes, I said, “Thank you again.”

“Stop thanking me.” His face turned serious. “You know…all those times I’d asked how you were doing, you told me you were okay. You didn’t look f*cking okay to me last night. You were lying.”

“Justin, this whole thing is my responsibility. What is anyone else gonna really do for me?”

“Has your mother even come to visit?”

“She came to the hospital when Bea was born, but she didn’t offer to stay to help. She’s more concerned with things like traveling to Cancun with her boyfriend and hawking those multi-colored leggings all over the Internet, apparently. You know, priorities.”

“Unf*ckingbelievable.” He looked around the house then said, “Nana would have helped.”

“Yes, she would have.” I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking of my grandmother before my thoughts shifted to my mother again. “As for Patricia, I don’t want her with me anyway. Having to deal with her would be like taking care of two babies. ”

“She should still have the decency to offer help, even if you refused.”

“I agree.”

He scratched his head. “I forgot to bring my coffee with me. Do you have any lying around?”

“Actually, I stopped drinking coffee fusion when I found out I was pregnant. The withdrawal was killer. I do have some half-caf in the cupboard.”

“I guess that’ll have to do for now.” He glanced over at Bea. “You don’t think all that fusion did anything to her, do you?”

“You mean why her sleeping is erratic?”

“I feel guilty getting you hooked on that shit. Neither of us knew what was going on.”

“Don’t even. It wasn’t your fault. Look at her. She’s fine.”

He rubbed his chin and grinned. “Yeah. She seems alright.”

“I’m gonna try to put her upstairs in the crib. Then, I’ll come down and make some coffee.”

“I’ve got it,” Justin said.

“You sure?”

“Yep.”

After I put Bea down, Justin was preparing two mugs when I returned to the kitchen.

“Still take cream and sugar?” he asked.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“How is she?”

“Sleeping like a baby.”

“Good.” He slid my mug toward me.

I took a sip and asked the question I’d been dying to. “Why didn’t Jade come with you?”