Easy Little Lick (Copperline #3) by Sibylla Matilde

Author:Sibylla Matilde [Matilde, Sibylla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0106YIVWI
Publisher: www.SibyllaMatilde.com
Published: 2015-08-13T23:00:00+00:00

I woke up slowly, wondering what had brought me from sleep. The sky showed it was barely dawn, mostly dark outside the curtained window. Ilsa was still curled up against my chest, tucked between me and the back of the couch.

And then I heard it.

Coming from behind a closed door in that tiny apartment was the sound of a little voice.

Ilsa’s son.

Max.

He wasn’t crying or fussing, just babbling on quietly in some little kid language that I couldn’t remotely understand. I looked back down at Ilsa to see if she’d heard, if it was waking her up, but she was out cold. She appeared as though she could sleep through a nuclear war or a zombie apocalypse, which kind of surprised me since she was so on edge all the time.

Then it occurred to me that maybe she really needed the sleep, a single mother with a full-time job, no stability, and zero help.

Carefully pulling free from her arms and tucking the blanket around her naked body, I eased off the couch and pulled on my jeans. The pre-dawn air was a little cool, but not too bad and I really wasn’t sure where my shirt had ended up. I wanted to let Ilsa sleep as long as she could, too, so I didn’t give much thought to finding it before I cracked open the bedroom door to peek inside.

At first, I didn’t see anything. Just a large bed in the middle of the room with a bunch of blankets in a messy pile. I glanced around for a crib, but the bed was really the only furniture in there. I stepped in a little farther, and a little blond head popped up out of the blankets. Wide eyes watched me for a minute in the warm glow of the nightlight, and then a shy smile lit his face.

He crawled out of the blankets towards the foot of the bed as I walked closer. Reaching the edge of the bed, he sat back on his knees, held out his arms, and gave me a very clear demand.

“Up.”

Shit, really? I debated just lifting him down to the floor for a second, but I had no clue if that was the right thing to do. Ilsa had said he was just under a year and a half.

What if I put him down and he went straight to her and woke her up? Or what if he got into something poisonous or something else that would hurt him?

I lifted him up against me, and the little guy settled right up against my chest and rested his head on my shoulder.

Okay… Fuck. What now?

I was sorta frozen with indecision for a minute, looking around the room trying to decide what to do next. His diaper was soggy against my forearm, but I wasn’t so sure it was my place to rectify that. I thought of Ilsa, fast asleep on the couch and noted a small stack of diapers by some folded up clothes in the corner.

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