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hair and
got all my wishes in one six pound bundle.”
    “I
thought she would weigh at least fifteen pounds with all the weight I gained.”
    He
leaned over his wife and brought his nose to hers. “If you use the “F” word
I’ll gag you here at the hospital. You are beautiful and every pound gave me
more to love. I will miss each one you lose and rejoice in every pound I can
convince you to keep.”
    “Yes
sir.”
    “Your
breasts look good enough to eat and I’m quite jealous of our daughter.”
    “It
will be a few days before my milk comes in but as soon as it does, you can have
a taste.”
    “It’s
going to be impossible to keep my hands off of you over the next six-weeks.”
    “Well
good. I have no intention of keeping my hands off you and I’ll enjoy driving
you crazy for a change.”
    “I
have a feeling you’ll be securing my hands to make that happen.” His sexy smile
held promise and silent laughter. The last time Lydia tied his hands he broke
the headboard and she was quite unhappy with him.
    She
ignored his reference with only a slight smile, “We still need a nanny.”
    His
soft groan made her smile deepen. “I know. Our lifestyle doesn’t make it as
easy as one would think. I wish my mother lived closer, I dislike the thought
of taking turns at the club but we may have no choice. We’ll start looking
again next week. I thought money bought everything.”
    Now
she laughed out loud. “We’ll find someone and I’m sure your money will buy a
great nanny.” A yawn followed this statement and her eyelids closed.
    He
rested his hand on the baby and watched over the two of them while they rested.
    It
was the afternoon of the third day before they returned home from the hospital.
Both parents looked forward to uninterrupted family time. The hospital staff
was wonderful but they had to check vital signs, test Abigail for everything
under the sun, and inquire how the new family was doing on a regular basis.
Home was perfect.
    Raul
and Paul arranged everything and a bassinet and baby monitor were set up in the
master bedroom. There were easily prepared meals in the kitchen and a hotel
staff at their beck and call.
    Samson
met the baby and whined non-stop whenever she was out of his sight. There was
really no need for the monitor because as soon as Abigail stirred, Samson
barked and made sure she was awake and that everyone else knew it. He watched
everyone that got near his human child with a promise of violence if the baby
was mistreated.
    A
week after the birth they held a small gathering in the penthouse and Samson
stayed in Raul’s suite so there would be no mishaps.
    When
the night was over, Damian tucked his wife and baby into their perspective beds
and went down to the club for an hour. Raul and Paul were doing a great job.
    He
walked over to a station and saw Bran working with his wife Willow, Damian’s
sister. Definitely not something he was comfortable watching even with their
recent marriage. He took his private elevator back to the penthouse, checked on
Abigail next to the bed, and then crawled in beside his wife; pulling her close
and kissing the back of her head. She never stirred. He exhaled in contentment
and fell asleep.

 
    Chapter Eight
     
    Week
four “post Abigail” arrived and their lives surrounded the recently weighed seven
pound bundle of fluff. Her feeding schedule gave them about two and a half
contented hours and then she let the world know she needed mommy.
    Her
eyes were blue like her mothers and her hair was getting curly, thicker, and a
more defined red. She followed her admirers with her eyes and graced them with quick
smiles and contented gurgles when they least expected it. She was quite stingy
with her grins.
    Damian
was spending the next hour alone with her highness while Lydia went to the gym
to work out for the first time since Abby’s birth.
    “Do
not overdue it and that is an order.” His voice held an absolute promise of
punishment if she disobeyed