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I laid in bed with Rose for an hour or two before there was a knock at the door. Baby Bryson was rolled in in an incubator. He was trying to open his eyes but was having no luck.
"So?"
"Bryson is doing fine. He's developing at a normal speed now that he's on breast milk. He's healthy, that's good news. Now he'll be able to go home with you guys when Mama leaves if there's an in home care situation set up."
"Rose is a Registered Nurse and has experience with babies. We can have an in home care set up ASAP."
"Rose is in no condition for that. She's numb below her nable, she has to monitor herself to start with to make sure her recovery isn't abnormal while pumping constant breast milk to feed baby Bryson from the incubator."
"I can manage. While he's sleeping I'll pump and Bryson will set up all the equipment in my bedroom next to my bedside so I can have upfront access to the baby at all times. As for my stitching and recovery, I got this. Trust me, there is no one more qualified to care for my child other than me."
"If this case, you'll have to check in with the hospital bi-weekly with a full rundown of his eating habits, vitals which are checked once a week and his digestive track, to make sure his digestive organs are function correctly. If there is any doubt in anything going on don't hesitate to phone us. I'll get the paperwork for the in home care program and the bi-weekly reports now."
"You wanna change into the clothes I brought you now?"
"Did you bring one of your shirts or sweaters for me?"
"Of course."
"Well can I have the one you're wearing then you put on the one your brought?"
"Why?" I laughed
"It smells like you more. Pretty please."
"Sure baby. I'm not leaving you though, the sweatshirt I brought for you will smell like me eventually."
She pointed to the sweatshirt I was wearing and smiled at me, letting me know she made up her mind. I laughed and slid out of the shirt and placed it on her bag.
"I have to shower first. I can't wash my entire body yet due to the stitches but I can wash the hot spots." She laughed
I gently picked her up and set her on the seat in the hospital shower before opening her sealed bag of toiletries provided by the hospital. I filled the small bucket with warm water and a pump of baby soap. I helped her out of her top and she covered her breast quickly.
"Move."
"Bryson they're swollen and hard as rocks. They aren't cute right now."
"They're always cute. Now move so I can wash them off."
"I'll do it."
"Fine. Let me do your neck and underarms first."
I gently cleaned her neck and behind her ears.
"Arms up."
She lifted her arms as if she were a chicken so I couldn't see her boobs. I washed them gently and fast so I wouldn't tickle her then handed her the sponge.
"Go for it."
"Turn around."
I turned towards the mirror and watched her though it. She dropped her hands and rubbed the towel over her chest until she felt clean. She also cleaned the areas below her stitching.
"Turn around now."
I turned and she had her chest covered again.
"I saw them through the mirror. They look nice."
"Bryson." She gasped and turned her nose up in a playful way
"Put that away." She tapped my hard dick through my sweats
"I'm sorry. He has a mind of his own.... you are really beautiful and plump and your tiddies are really gorgeous though. I can see why he's awake."
"Bryson you're gonna be barking up this tree for a long time. 6 to 8 weeks before you're back up in this."
"I know what the doctor said but people have babies back to back. Wasn't any waiting so I'll give you a month."
"I'm giving you 6 to 8 weeks and a pack of condoms. You like to do naughty things."
I laughed.
"We're never using condoms. You've had my child already, what are condoms?"
She rolled her eyes before grabbing my arm to stand up. I helped her place on fresh underwear and my shirt.
"No leggings yet babe. They're gonna be too tight around my cut."
I nodded then picked her up and placed her in bed.
"Bryson put him away." She whisper yelled and squeezed my dick
"He was going away. You keep touching him and he's gonna stay around."
"Whoops." She laughed
I cuddled in bed with her then took out my phone.
"Look."
I scrolled through countless hateful comments under the photo I posted letting the world know the baby was here.
@k_killa : your girl just had your baby and you're already cheating
@tillerfanpage :we were rooting for you :(
@xx_and_oo : #niggasaintshit
@babyday: why tf is this nigga lying in all his songs. His baby ain't even a week and he's cheating
The list went on and on and on. Over 10,000 comments under that photo.
"Turn off the comments."
"This is why I asked you to let go of Instagram for a while. I showed you some of nicer comments but people are out of control."
"I did. Commends started coming in immediately. That's what I was looking at when you came in. You know, I feel like I've seen Kay before, outside of here. I just can't think of where. But I know I've seen her before."
"Your job maybe. She is a nurse too."
"No. I think it was when I was pregnant."
"When you were with Amir?"
"Amir! Yes. Baby you're so damn smart. Remember that day you came to get me from the arcade?"
I nodded
"The girl he said that wanted to have his babies?"
I nodded again
"That's her sister! Kay is her sister. I went to highschool with them. Kay graduated the year I came in, she didn't look anything like this...at all. She was like a goth but not a goth. She was going though a phase, her hair was jet black and cut up and she always wore dark depressing colors. I guess you could say she was a goth."
Rose was basically having a conversation with herself but this information was valuable.
"Oooh baby we could hire a private investigator to check them out. We'll be spies!"
"Baby relax. [I laughed lightly] we'll work out the kinks in the plan later. Now I need you to feed the baby to make your swelling go down."