Unexpected

Chapter 14

"Still scares me, baby..." I sighed, patting Julie's little tiny bum.

"But... everyday it passed... I felt this weird... caveman instinct to go and build a shelter and hunt for a wild boar for food." He seemed to be embarrassed at that, and it took all I had not to laugh "I suddenly just... felt like... responsible for that little life, for you, for our family. I know this is the modern era and you really don't need me" He assured me "but I needed to be there for you..."

"You are," I assured him with a smile.

"I just..." He shrugged, caressing our daughter's little hand "I feel like I need to do all these things and I need to supervise everything."

"You really don't, darling." I chuckled, taking my now drowsy baby off my breast "You want to help? Make her burp for me."

His smile was huge as he got his daughter into his heavily tattooed and muscled arms, and held her over his shoulder. While he pated Julie into burping oblivion, I leaned myself and rubbed some moisturiser over my breast. This was an assault on the human body... Sure, it was definitely special and beautiful... until the words 'cracked nipples' finally made sense.

"All done." He winked, nestling her to his big chest "Anyway, you should know lunch is almost ready."

"It smells really nice." I had to admit, kissing the top of Julie's head and then Jordan's lips "She smells so nice..."

"Yeah, she does..." He chuckled, "I just want to carry her around on my arm all the time."

"She's not a lap dog, sweetheart" I chuckled, closing my grey robe.

"I know, but I like having her with me" He shrugged, patting her back as she curled into his shirt.

"Alright. Should we join your mother and eat? You should put her in the crib" I advised.

"Meh." He shrugged, following me downstairs with little Julie in his arms "Should I?"

I just smiled and decided that the dad needed as much bounding with his daughter as the mom. I had my bounding moments during breastfeeding, it was a very personal moment. Jordan, however, had to make his own moments, make his own opportunities. I didn't want to think about him getting back to work – it was coming quickly, and I wanted to cry. Having him around made everything much more special and easy – what was I going to do all by myself at home with an infant?!

Trying to push those thoughts from my mind, we sat for lunch. Angela quickly took Julie off Jordan's arms, to which my grumpy fiancée reacted with a stern scowl for the rest of the meal.

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"Who's a big girl?! Julie is a big girl!" Eva was laying over my bed, playing with my daughter.

My baby giggled with Eva's incessant tickles and belly kisses, as I put away all her changed clothing on the hamper.

"So, how are you feeling about the party?" Eva asked me, as she caressed Julie's tiny hands.

"Ok." I shrugged, sitting across from her "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm quite happy to throw a party for everyone, but it's just... It's been a month, Eva. She's still so tiny! And with Jordan at work... It's just harder. I don't know if I can do this alone..."

"So, what am I, a potato?!" My best friend grunted, and I had to chuckle at that "You do know you have me to help you, right?"

"I know, I'm just saying: it's been a lot of changes!" I had to defend myself "I love the gang, and Jordan's family, and it's amazing to have such a big and close family."

"But...?" Eva asked, tilting a blonde brow.

"But... it's just a lot of pressure so soon. I mean, you know they're gonna ask about the wedding, don't you?!" I grunted and my friend had the nerve to laugh "C'mon, be on my side!"