"I will go lay his clothes on our bed." He offers and I nod. We will have to dress him up before we feed him, and by then the milk will be cold." I reply, wetting the baby's head. "Should I go make a bottle?" He asks, standing aside to let me move with ease. It is her first time leaving him." I giggle, kneeling to wash him. "She does realize he will only spend a night at our place, right?" He asks, slowly lowering the baby into his baby tub. "She swore she would bring only the essential." I mumble, picking the lavender wash out the toiletries bag. "It will take us a fortnight to gather all his stuff." Ashton sighs, undressing the baby for his bath. I test the water's temperature with the little toy duck thermometer, seeing if the water is too hot for the little guy. "Good job, buddy." Ashton cheers, scooting towards him. Ben quickly finds his way to the playpen, crawling the short distance without any problems. Come on, let's give him some tummy-time." Ash suggests, pressing his lips on my forehead.Īshton lets Ben on the crawling mattress he has laid on the floor of our living room, laying aside him on his tummy as well. "He is just so cute." I pout, taking Ben's little hand in mine. "A bit dramatic, don't you think?" He asks and I shrug.
I will probably have a hard time letting him go tomorrow." I sigh, stroking my hand over the soft hair on top of the baby's head. I would have a hard time letting go of that dude too. "That means we get to play with the little dude for at least an hour." He says cheerfully. But we will have to bathe him first." I reply and he hums. What time should he eat?" Ash asks, picking up Ben so he can hold him and let the kid play with his fingers. "I could really go for Tex-Mex tonight." I mumble and he hums. And takeout does not mean you are horrible." He replies, letting the baby play with his hand. The little boy finds his hand more interesting than the toy I am holding, reaching to grasp my husband's fingers. "Your aunt is being funny." He says to the baby, tapping his nose. "I am a horrible housewife." I sigh, earning a chuckle from Ash. "Or we can order in." He suggests as I hold the toy out for the baby boy to grasp. I bounce the baby as Ashton hands me one of multi-textured toys. "One of us will have to take care of dinner." I state, joining him on the couch. He leans down, planting a kiss on my forehead before he takes a seat on the couch.
7 months old and he already stole my spot." He shakes his head, walking closer to me. "Bold of you to assume you are my favorite guy." I tease my husband, making him fake-gasp and touch his chest in pretend offense. Just a little sore from setting this up." Ashton replies, even though he knows I am talking to the baby. How is my favorite guy?" I cheer at the baby, picking him out of his stroller and holding him to my chest, bouncing him to make him giggle.
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I make my way to the living room, where Ashton has already set up the portable playpen for my nephew. "Call me before his bedtime." Is the last thing my sister says before I close the door to her face. My brother-in-law mouths a thank you as his hand rests on her lower back and he guides her out of the house. You look gorgeous, have fun." I try to sweeten the goodbye, but I can tell she is having a hard time. Or you are going to make it to the wedding after the couple leaves for their honeymoon." I hold the door for her and she scoffs, rolling her eyes. "If anything happens, we will let you know. "If anything happens." She begins and I groan. This is the only way to get them to leave already. Ashton smiles and nods, rolling the stroller further into the house.
I can partially understand her, even though this talk by the door really gets on my very last nerve. It is my sister's first time leaving her son and going out for the night, and it is even worse since the wedding they are attending is too far away for them to return tonight and pick Benny up. "Honey, can we go? We are going to be late." My brother-in-law points out, tapping at his watch. He moves a lot and it is not safe." She states, holding up his little blanket. "And when you put him to bed, make sure you don't tuck him in too tight.
"You already told me that." I remind her, sighing as I try to remain patient with her. "Make sure the milk is not too hot." My sister says, peeking inside the stroller for one more look at her son, who is suckling on his pacifier.
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