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Diapers, formula, bottles, stroller, car seat, crib, spit up, this was only a few keywords to describe Adam and Blake's newly obtained family life. Oh, and the 3am wake up calls.
"Blake, the baby," Adam mumbled into Blake's chest, hearing their newborn son Jacob crying in his nursery.
"Yeah?" Blake grumbled, "What about him?" Blake's arms wrapped around Adam's body, pulling him closer.
"He's crying, it's your turn," Adam slid away from Blake, nudging him with his feet to check on their son.
"Alright, alright," Blake rolled out of bed, making his way to Jacob's room.
Adam burrowed into the blankets, his sleepy eyes closing once more. Tossing and turning, Adam told himself that Blake has everything under control. But as the cries continued, Adam gave up on his better judgement and tossed the blankets off and padded to the nursery. Standing outside the door, he quietly observed Blake cradling Jacob with one protective arm while the other shook a bottle, mixing the formula.
"Come on buddy, gotta go back to sleep." Blake cooed but to no avail. Clearing his throat, barely above a whisper Adam heard Blake hum.
Hey boy, hey whatcha doing
Go to bed and lay back down
You look too sleepy to be awake right now
Adam leaned against the door frame, hand resting over his heart, smile spreading across his face instantly, as he watched Blake walk around the room, gently rocking the small infant in his arms.
I gotta work tomorrow
Got a lot on my mind
Let me give...
Blake paused, nudging the bottle into Jacob's mouth until he took the nipple, his cries stopping as he began to suckle. Picking up his "lullaby", Blake sat down on the rocking chair in the corner of the nursery.
...you another round,
Boy I think you and I should just drink on it
Put our heads together and think on it.
Maybe later on we can sleep on it,
But for right now, boy we just need to drink on it.
We can talk rocket science, Jesus or politics.
How your daddy is an awesome guy
Man he sure is swell
Adam didn't think it was possible to love Blake any more than he already does, but he was clearly proven wrong.
I can use a wiskey,
And your bottle's getting low.
Blake pulled the bottle away from the now sleeping infant, his feet still kicking the push of the rocking chair.
While we're trying to go beddy-bye
We can drink on it.
Blake slowly rose from the chair and walked the tiny distance to the crib, setting Jacob back down. That was Adam's cue to make his presence known.
"So, should I be concerned that you're singing our newborn a song about drinking alcohol. And trying to make a pass at a woman?" Adam crossed his arms over his chest.
"It's a comfort drink between friends. With the possibility of more in the distance future." Blake corrected. "Besides, I changed the lyrics."
"Yeah, and it also sounds like you've improvised it before." In the soft glow of the lamp, Adam could faintly see the blush creeping up Blake's cheeks.
"I may have been working on it from time to time. It's a work in progress." Blake shrugged.
Adam walked the short distance and stood directly in front of the other man, "Well, honestly, I think that's the cutest lullaby I've ever heard." He took Blake's hands into his, "Come on, let's go beddy-bye." Blake softly chuckled.
With one last look to their peaceful sleeping baby, the couple returned to their room and crawled into bed, falling asleep in each other's arms once again.