Chapter 107: Nine months later: Angel
Katherine Grace Kebb was delivered at home. Not because of an emergency, but because Angel put her foot down. She wanted her men in the room and the three of them unconcerned with what the rest of the world thought about their relationship. Sir had come a long way but she knew it would be hard for him. If Sir was uncomfortable Master would be the same. She'd found her voice more and more over the past year and being pregnant made her men putty in her hands. They eventually acquiesced though grumbled when she gave them a chance.
Excluding her own part, Marguerite and Stephens did the majority of the work. None of them were surprised when Stephens admitted it wasn't the first baby he'd delivered.
Katherine, or Katy Bug as Sir called her, much to Master's disgust, was far from the perfect child. Colic caused her problems and she cried incessantly. She was spoiled and drove Angel mad at times. Fortunately, she was the most beautiful baby on earth and could get away with it.
The biggest problem, which she and Sir agreed on, was Master's insistence on holding her continually. Katherine had him wrapped around her finger and the slightest sound had him lifting her to his shoulder or lap.
Even Marguerite shook her head at Monroe's need to spoil her.
Angel smiled... for a man who shied away from touch, he changed diapers, fed her bottles of pumped breast milk, and cuddled Katherine non-stop.
Angel closed the nursery door with a smile as she walked away from her sleeping two-month old and went into the bedroom where her two men waited.
"It's Sir's turn to get up with her tonight." She said tiredly.
"Yes, it's my turn and I expect a good solid punch in the arm to wake me." He shot an evil look at Master.
"You snooze, you lose."
Dead silence met the words and then Angel began laughing. Sir joined in and then Master smiled.
"I have practiced that line for a week."
This brought more laughter, which turned to sighs of pleasure after Angel joined them in bed.
"A blue room next," Sir whispered in her ear when they finally cuddled in their favorite position before falling asleep.
"Please no. We can't give Master another one to spoil."
"I was thinking three or four more."
Both Sir and Angel groaned. Monroe always had the very precise last word.
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Monroe
Katherine's cries woke Monroe up but Zach continued sleeping. He rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of lose pants that he wore when working rope. They were also comfortable for rocking their daughter.
"Wake him up, it's his turn." Angel mumbled groggily.
Monroe leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Go back to sleep love."
She let out a soft groan but closed her eyes and didn't argue.
The cries coming from the nursery were growing louder. He closed the bedroom door behind him and then walked to Katherine's room next door.
He loved everything about their daughter except her tears. Quickly, he changed her diaper and then carried her downstairs to heat a bottle. Pumping breast milk was a family experience. He and Zachery had a great time assisting Angel with the endeavor much to her dismay.
After Monroe picked her up, Katherine's cries stopped for a short time. They resumed when she decided her tummy was more important than being held.
He jiggled her against his bare chest though it didn't calm her.
"Shh, sweetheart, Daddy has you."
By the second trimester of Angel's pregnancy, he and Zachery had had long talks about raising a child with two fathers. What to call them, how and when to explain their family dynamic and so on. It surprised both men when Angel told them how it would be.
"We will keep nothing from her, and she will have two daddies. If we love her, nothing else matters. She will have two sets of grandparents too, Stephens and Marguerite and Sir's parents. No child can have too much love but we will try."
It was settled and even though both men liked everything preplanned with great precision, Angel had the last say.
Monroe rubbed Katherine's back while he heated water and then placed the bottle inside the bowl to warm. As soon as the temperature was good, he cradled her in his left arm and put the bottle between her trembling lips. She quieted immediately but small, disgruntled mews escaped when she latched onto the nipple.
He carried her back upstairs and sat down in the rocker. This was his favorite time, no arguments with Zachery about whose turn it was to hold her, no grumbles from Angel about how spoiled their child was; only the sweet soft touch of Katherine snuggled against him.
After she gulped down half the bottle, he pulled her up to his chest to burp. The unlady like sound made him smile and he returned her to the cradle of his arm for the remainder of her bottle.
Her large dark eyes stared up at him and she smiled slightly around the nipple when he touched her cheek.
Touch-what an incredible gift Katherine gave him. Sitting in the semi-dark room his thoughts drifted to his parents and what they went through during his childhood. No, they weren't perfect, but they had no idea how to love a child that they perceived didn't love them.
But he had. He watched them from a distance and admired his mother's beauty and his father's calm controlled demeanor. Monroe wanted to grow up and marry a girl just like his mother. The thought made him smile. Angel was more beautiful than any woman he had ever known including his mother.
Katherine finished her bottle and Monroe rested her warm cotton covered body against his bare skin and continued rocking. She fell asleep but he rocked her for another thirty minutes. After laying her down, he partially closed the door and then walked back into his room.
He got in bed and pulled Angel close. Zachery moved in behind her while still half-sleeping.
"You took my turn didn't you?"
"I'll make it up to you."
Zachery's hand came over Angel's body and he smoothed his fingers across Monroe's jaw.
"I love you Nathanial."
"And I love you Zachery."
"I get the next two nights."
"We'll see."
Monroe listened while Zachery's breathing slowed and sleep overtook him again. Monroe closed his eyes and fell asleep only to dream of his parents. Each held one of his hands as they walked on the beach. Monroe looked up at them and smiled.
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