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“We are so ready!” I told him. I looked at Alex again. The baby was still gripping his finger. If it had been dark in the room, Alex’s smile would have illuminated it.

“We’re ready,” he said.

“I’ll get the paperwork started,” Dr. Samuels said. “You’ve got a fine boy there.” We both thanked him and he left. I got up and stood on the opposite side of the crib from where Alex was.

“Hey there little man, did you hear that? We get to take you home today. Mama’s got a cozy little bed for you right next to mine…” I said.

“Please let him come to the mansion…” I looked up and Alex was imploring me with those intense hazel eyes.

“But… I’m breastfeeding him… Alex, you promised that Michael and I wouldn’t be separated. He’s too little, he needs me.” I could feel my entire body going into fight or flight mode. I’d never experienced emotions the way I have since Michael was born. I guess that’s the maternal instinct in me.

“No Vicki, calm down. I’m not taking him from you. You can come too. Please, stay with him in my home. I know he doesn’t need me the way he does you… but I do need him.”

Is he asking me to move in? I looked back down at the baby. I thought about the difference between my room in Liz’s apartment and the nursery that Alex had so painstakingly designed for our son. At his home, Michael would not only have everything… he would have both of his parents as well.

“Okay, we’ll stay… for a while,” I said. Alex came over to my side of the crib and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me into his chest and held me there. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. We stood there like that for a long time until Michael started fussing again.

Alex kissed me on top of the head and then with his mouth close to my ear he whispered, “Thank you.”

I shivered and then reached down and scooped the baby up into my arms. “Thank you… for him,” I said, kissing little Michael on the cheek. I sat down with him in the rocking chair and nursed him. By the time I finished, the nurse came in with our discharge instructions and half an hour later, we were in the back of the Bentley, taking our son home.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

When we got to the house, Alex and I got little Michael all settled into the nursery. We both stood there staring at him and I wondered if all new parents had such a hard time tearing themselves away from their children. As we walked out of the room with the baby monitor in tow Alex said, “Would you like to begin interviewing nannies this week?”

“No. I don’t want a nanny. I can take care of my child.”

“Vicki, you’ll need help… you’ll need a break at least every once in a while…”

“I’m not turning over the care of my child to a stranger.”

“I had a nanny growing up, I turned out okay.”

“That’s not the point. I want to be the one there when he takes his first steps and says his first word and rides his first bike…” I felt tears brimming in my eyes.

This was one of those moments when I let myself remember what different worlds Alex and I came from. It wasn’t that my mother was there for me… she wasn’t, but I grew up knowing that she should be.

I’ve been away from my son for ten minutes now and I ache for him already. Alex was smiling at me and he had a look that I didn’t recognize in his eyes.

“What?” He reached over and wiped a tear that had escaped off my cheek. His touch was searing hot.

“Vicki, I need you to trust me. I need you to believe me when I say that I don’t want to take one minute of that boy’s life away from you. I’d like to hire a nanny to be here to help, that’s all. We can hire her part-time and you can send her home any time you like. I just don’t want you to be so exhausted that you can’t enjoy your time with him. I will help as much as I can, but you know that business takes me away a lot. Please trust that from now on everything I suggest or do is not just for Michael, but you as well, okay?”

I felt another tear roll down my face. I nodded. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Post-pregnancy hormones I think.” He smiled and once again he pulled me into his chest.

When he did that, all of my worries and angst faded away. After several seconds he pulled back and said, “Are you hungry?”

“I’m ravenous!”

He laughed. “Good, let’s go downstairs and see what we can find.” I automatically looked back at the nursery. He laughed again. “You have the monitor. He’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” I said, reluctantly. Alex was right, I knew that rationally… it was just so hard. I followed him down to the kitchen and when we got there, I stopped dead in my tracks in the doorway.

“Oh my God, Alex! When did you do all of this?”

He grinned. “I’d love to take all the credit, but before we left the hospital I called Cook and asked him to do this for us. Karen helped him and then she dismissed the rest of the staff so we could have an evening alone with our son.”

“It’s incredible!” There was a hand-written banner welcoming Michael and me home, a huge bouquet of red roses, sparkling apple cider chilling for me, and champagne for Alex. I can’t drink while I’m breastfeeding so it was so nice of them to remember that and leave me the cider.

There were silver trays filled with finger sandwiches and one with a big pile of boiled crab legs, a huge bowl of Caesar salad, and another area with cheesecake and chocolate-covered strawberries and chocolate cupcakes… It was amazing. “Thank you!”

He grinned. “You’re welcome. You deserve it and as soon as I can tear you away from the other man in your life, I’d like to take you out on a real date.”

Alex tried to no avail while Michael was in the hospital to get me to go out to dinner with him. I couldn’t do it. I knew that it was pointless and I wouldn’t enjoy a bite, knowing that I’d left my baby alone with strangers.

I don’t think Alex has any idea how badly I want to spend time with him… but as badly as I do want that, I want to be a good mother even more. Hopefully, he can help me find a balance so that I will be able to do both. For now, I avoided the subject by looking at the food.

“This looks so yummy! I’m so hungry!” We fixed our plates and sat down together to eat.

As we ate he said, “Tell me more about you, Vicki. I know that you grew up in Glendale, are your parents still there?”

I felt the color rise to my cheeks. I didn’t like talking about my parents with my friends. Talking about them to someone like Alex who I assume led a charmed life… that was even more difficult. “Well, I guess since we’re linked at least for the next eighteen years you have a right to know, but please don’t judge me by my relatives.”

He flashed his dimples at me. “I would never,” he said.

“When I was five, my father decided that being married, and especially married with a kid was not what he wanted to be. My mother probably didn’t help the situation any by refusing to give up her gig as a professional pole dancer.” He was still looking at me and the look on his face hadn’t changed at all. “Do you wish you would have asked me this before we made a baby together?”

He grinned again and said, “We can’t help who we’re born to. Have you ever seen your father since?”

I shook my head. “My mother always said that was a good thing. She said he was an alcoholic and an all-around bum. I vaguely remember him… I mostly remember being afraid of him and feeling almost relieved when he left.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No, at least not that I recall. He just had this kind of menacing way about him and he was huge, so to a five-year-old, he looked like an angry giant.”

“I’m sorry, Vicki. Little girls should have a father they can look up to and be proud of.”

I nodded. “It wasn’t fun growing up without a father, especially since my mother paraded a lot of ‘Uncles’ through the house every month… or sometimes every week.”

“Do you still see her?”