Blaze Anderson was a spoiled, handsome, intelligent and carefree person. The life for him was just a game. And he was always a winner in this game.
His whole world was turned upside down when he met Ashley Parker. The most beautiful, stubborn and i...
It had been one and a half months since Aspen was born. I would miss him if I didn't see him for a second. He was so cute. My bundle of joy.
I woke up late this morning. I went to the bathroom. After taking a shower, I walked out wrapping the towel around my waist. After getting ready, I went downstairs.
I heard Aspen's cry. I went to the living room. The housekeeper was rocking him trying to smooth him, but he was crying louder and louder.
"Where is Ashley?" I asked as I approached them.
"She went shopping." She replied.
Aspen extended his hands towards me crying. I smiled at him as I took him in my arms.
"My boy, why are you crying?" I asked, stroking his back.
He placed his head against my chest as he stopped crying. I kissed his head while stroking his back gently. He nuzzled up against my chest.
The housekeeper left as her phone rang. I was walking back and forth, holding Aspen in my arms.
The housekeeper came back as she said. "Sir, my sister is in labor. I need to go to the hospital urgently. Mrs. Anderson is going to come in an hour...."
"You can leave. I will take care of Aspen." I interrupted her.
"Thank you, sir. Mrs. Anderson left mother's milk for him. It is in the bottle in the kitchen." She said. I nodded. Then, she left quickly.
"Are we alone now, my boy?" I cooed Aspen. He gave me a cheeky smile.
I was making funny faces while shaking his teddy bear in my hand. He was giggling. My sweet son. He extended his hands towards me and tapped my face while giggling. I closed my eyes, laughing as I kissed his palm.
I held him in my arms and placed a tender kiss on his cheek. He was sucking his thumb. He must be hungry; he was doing it when he was hungry.
"My boy, dinner time. Let's see what your mommy has left for you." I said, stroking his hair as I carried him to the kitchen.
I prepared his bottle. I placed a drop of milk on my arm to check the temperature of the milk.
I held the bottle, extending it towards him. He started drinking, placing his little hands on top of my hand around the bottle.
"My good boy." I exclaimed as I put the bottle down on the counter.
He was rubbing his eyes. It was his nap time. I kissed his forehead as I carried him to my bedroom.
I was rocking him smoothly walking back and forth in my bedroom. He was staring up at me with his sleepy eyes. He closed his eyes slowly and fell asleep. I smiled at him as I placed him on the bed carefully. I pulled the blanket over his body. I placed a soft kiss on his hand and lay down beside him, watching my sleeping son.
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