Page 55 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I
ZANE
FIVE YEARS LATER
“You owe me fifty bucks. I told you the fucker would eventually either bleed or break something if he keeps passing out every time Autumn gives birth,” Andreas tells Cash, and I flip them both off.
The fuckers are profiting off of my suffering, but I’m too happy to be upset.
I’m over the moon, holding my third child in my arms while a young doctor places three stitches in my forehead.
“I can’t believe you hit your forehead on the bedside table this time.
” Cash shakes his head sadly. “You would think the hospital would be more prepared with your history and all. They should’ve moved all the furniture out of the way.
” These fuckers live to give me shit over my tendency to pass out in the delivery room.
If I didn’t enjoy holding my newborn son so much, I might get up and pound the fuck out of my brother.
My wife is quietly snoring in the bed, resting up for the exciting afternoon. Catriona will bring our two older boys in to meet their little brother in a few hours.
“We’ll watch the swan-dive video with Hacker and determine your scores,” Andreas informs me. I started referring to my brother-in-law by his given name shortly after our first born learned to talk. There was no fucking way I wanted to hear my innocent child muttering, “Uncle Playboy.”
“Do we have to give him bonus points since he bled this time?” Andreas asks Cash before looking over my shoulder to stare down at the tiny bundle tucked safely in my arms.
“Nope.” Cash, the fucker, forgets all about brotherly solidarity and stabs me right in the back.
After the doctor finishes stitching me up, I look over and notice my wife’s eyes blinking open. I walk over and sit on the edge of her bed. “How are you feeling, little mommy?”
“Like I just gave birth to one of your huge-headed kids a few hours ago,” Autumn grumbles with a smile on her face.
“Now, let me hold him.” She reaches for our newborn, Jacob, and I hand him over.
I already miss the slight weight of his tiny body in my arms, but I remind myself I’ll have plenty of time to cuddle with him once we get home.
“I fucking love you.” I kiss her forehead.
“You’re my absolutely perfect little rebel warrior. ”
“I think that’s our signal to step out.” Andreas makes a gagging sound before signaling for Cash to follow him.
At the door, my brother turns to Autumn. “Hadley wanted me to tell you that she and the girls will be by later.”
“Thank you.” My wife leans back in bed, her eyes already starting to droop, but Jacob wants attention before he’ll let her sleep.
“You did good.” Cash points at the baby in my wife’s arms then glances over at me to smirk. “I’m glad my nephew takes after his good-looking uncle.”
“Motherfu—” I start, but my wife shushes me as Cash and Andreas walk out the door laughing.
“Little ears,” she growls adorably.
“His little ears are two hours old.” I lean over and kiss her sweet lips.
Autumn groans as Jacob’s little mewing whimpers turn to full-blown, angry, feed-me-now cries.
I watch as my wife whips out one of her swollen tits to feed our newborn son and feel my cock wake up.
The next six weeks will be the longest of my life.
“It doesn’t matter how old he is.” My wife is a little drill sergeant. She and all the other wives keep control of us guys and our mouths. “No bad language in front of little ones.”
One of our main rules at Mina’s Place is watching our language in front of the little ones. And we’ve trained everyone who stays or visits to respect our rules. Setting up the shelter wasn’t easy, but we’ve managed to create something special that helps women from all over the country.
After Autumn feeds and burps Jacob, they both fall asleep and I sit back in the recliner.
My phone dings in my pocket with a message, and I pull it out, expecting a congratulation message.
Instead, I find a picture of the three stooges.
Cash is holding up a sign that scores me a three while Hacker gives me a four.
I’m shocked to see my brother-in-law holding up a nine.
I zoom in to read the message at the bottom of his sheet and burst out laughing.
I gave extra points for your blood.
After taking a picture of my raised middle finger, I send it to the three stooges. As I stare at the ceiling, listening to my wife’s delicate snores, I enjoy the brief moment of calm and silence. Once the other two boys get here, it’s going to be loud and chaotic. Exactly how I love it.
Meeting Autumn showed me a whole new world. I wear blue jeans instead of expensive suits, watch cartoons instead of adult movies, and attend protests instead of fancy dinners, but I wouldn’t change a thing. My little rebel taught me what living really is, and I’m one lucky motherfucker.