Chapter 7: Deliverance – part 8
Jacob wouldn’t stop crying. After a mostly sleepless night, Shane was nearly in tears himself. He continued pacing across Addison’s living room with Jacob in his arms. Normally a few minutes of walking after a feeding lulled his son to sleep. Shane had been at it for forty minutes. Although Jake’s cries had waned a bit, the baby was nowhere near sleep. His little belly was full, but he was as miserable as his father.
Addison trudged into the living room. The bags under her heavy-lidded eyes were worse than ever, and the robe tied over her yoga outfit was less than flattering. She gave him a sour look. “Give him here.”
Shane gladly handed his son over. “I don’t get it. I did everything right.”
“I’m sure you did.” Shane doubted the sincerity of her words as she cradled Jacob. He was almost glad that the kid kept crying. Addison resumed pacing, occasionally bouncing Jacob. “He’s tired and cranky. It happens.”
“It happens,” Shane repeated. “For how long?”
Addison frowned at him. “A few months.” Then she shook her head. “Grow up, Shane. You wanted this, remember?”
Shane scowled back. He must have been out of his mind. This was torture. He should have stayed in his private little world. There things made sense. Sighing, Shane took a step toward the door. “I’m going to work.”
Addison looked up from the fussing infant, mildly surprised. “Shouldn’t I take you to your lab? Or to your quarters?”
“It’s four-thirty in the morning. The halls will be all but empty.”
“But the cameras–”
“Fuck the cameras!” Surprised by his outburst, Shane fumbled for his placid alien side. Lack of sleep was making it hard to hold on to. Cool and calm, he continued, “They know about us. From Frasier and the obstetrician if no one else.”
Now that he could think straight, Shane could better evaluate the situation. He walked up to his lover and their son, thinking aloud. “Avoiding the cameras will keep rumors to a minimum. But I can live with rumors.” He laid one hand on Addison’s arm. With the other he brushed away Jacob’s tears. Through touch he felt their exhaustion, but overall good health. “I’ll walk. You rest.”
Jacob huffed a tiny sigh, then quieted. Addison and Shane exchanged an incredulous look, and his emotionless calm slipped away. Addison’s delight replaced it. “How’d you do that?”
Shane chuckled. “Damned if I know.” He ran his fingertips down his son’s arm, marveling at the tiny person they’d created. Staying a while longer was tempting, but Shane knew he was too off-balance to not snap at Addison again, and he’d be sure to ruin the progress he’d made with Ashlynn over the past few days. “Svetlana will be back this morning?”
Addison gave him a wry smile. “Yes. We’ll be fine. Get your work fix.”
Shane grinned. He gently kissed the top of their son’s head, then turned to Addison. She may have been disheveled, but her curves were as appealing as ever. Shane’s hormones rallied for the first time since Jake had been born. They indulged in a long, lingering kiss.
It’ll be good when we can get back to that, Addison purred.
Agreed. Shane wanted to ask “How long?” but thought better of it. Instead he willed his feet toward the door. Sleep well.