Rock with Me
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“Hello?” I turn to find Leo lying, face down, face propped on his folded arms, smiling at me. I stick my tongue out at him.
“What the hell, Sam?” Luke’s pissed.
“What?”
“You were supposed to watch Liv today while Nat and I went to the doctor.”
“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, I forgot. I’ve been sick.” Leo frowns at me and sits up and I turn my back on him.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m feeling better.”
“Well, I hope you’re home ‘cause we’re bringing her to you, since the office isn’t too far from you. I’m parking now. We’ll bring her up.”
He hangs up and I immediately panic.
“Fuck!”
“What is it?” Leo’s standing behind me, his face worried, and my panic rises.
“Luke and Nat are on their way up here with Olivia. I’m supposed to watch her, and I forgot.” I eye his hot naked self, and then start scooping up our clothes, throwing his at him as I go. “Get dressed! Damn, damn, damn!”
Leo starts to laugh, not helping the situation at all.
“You have to hide in the closet.” I pull my shirt and jeans on and turn around to find him glaring at me.
“I’m not sixteen, Sam. I’m not hiding for anyone.” He crosses to me and pulls me in his arms, and kisses my forehead. “We’ve established this isn’t a one night thing.”
“Right.”
“Our families were bound to find out sometime.”
I swallow hard. Fuck. “Right,” I whisper.
“Don’t worry.” He smiles reassuringly just as the doorbell rings.
“Get your pants on,” I hiss at his smiling face and cringe when Luke knocks on the door. Leo pulls his jeans up and fastens them and I can’t wait any longer for him to pull a shirt on.
I open the door to a grinning Livie, but a scowling Luke.
“Gee, thanks,” he mutters sarcastically and hands me the baby, pushing past me into my living room. Natalie happily follows him, grinning at me, when she sees Leo in the kitchen washing his hands. Luke is struck dumb.
“Hi, Leo.” Nat grins and waves.
“Hey Nat. How are you feeling?” Leo asks and kisses her cheek, drying his hands on a towel.
“If you’re going to touch my wife, you’d better put a shirt on. Dude, what the fuck are you doing with my sister?”
Livie’s eyes fill with tears at her daddy’s harsh voice. I kiss her forehead and bounce her in my arms.
“Luke, chill out.” I pin him with a glare, but he doesn’t care.
“We’re going to be late,” Nat reminds him and offers me a sympathetic smile.
“We will talk about this.” Luke kisses Liv and leans in to whisper in my ear. “Be careful.”
“We won’t be long,” Nat says. “She has snacks, diapers and toys in her bag. She just had a nap so she should be fine until we get back.”
“Nat, I’m fine,” I assure her and guide them out the door. “Go.”
“She’s cute,” Leo murmurs and runs his hand down Liv’s plump cheek. The baby immediately grabs his finger and sticks it in her mouth.
“Here, take her and I’ll get her some juice.”
“Whoa, take her?” He takes a step back, his eyes suddenly scared. He’s hilarious.
“She’s a baby, Leo, not a weapon of mass destruction.” I thrust the baby in his hands, pull Livie’s sippy cup from her bag and head to the kitchen.
“Can I put her on the floor with her toys?” He calls out to me.
“Sure, just put a blanket down for her to crawl on.”
Damn, he’s funny.
“I think the baby is about to kill your cat,” Leo says dryly and I hurry back to the living room while capping the cup to find Livie with a handful of the cat’s fur, trying to put it in her mouth.
“Or eat her,” I agree and laugh as Leo tries to untangle Liv’s tiny, and surprisingly strong, grasp from my poor cat.
We sit with her and entertain her with her toys for a while, chuckling at how cute she is.
“This isn’t too hard,” I tell him and he grins at me.
“Nah, not too hard.” He runs his hand over her soft brown hair and then frowns. “Wait, do you smell that?”
“No.” I stop what I’m doing and sniff. “What is it?”
Leo scowls and glances down at Liv, who’s grinning widely at him, slobber dripping down her cute little chin. “I think she shit herself.”
“Stop swearing in front of her.”
“Me swearing is not our biggest problem right now.”
We stare at each other for a minute and then he digs around in the diaper bag, pulls out a diaper and wipes and hands them to me. “Here.”
“Why do I have to do it?” I ask.
“Because you’re her aunt. Duh.”
“I don’t do poop.” I scowl down at the little girl, like she’s done this to me on purpose.
“What do you normally do when this happens and you’re watching her?”
“My mom changes her.”
“Haven’t you watched her alone before?” Now he’s laughing, Liv is laughing with him, enjoying the joke, and I’m scowling at both of them.
“Dear God, what did they feed her?” I hold my hand over my nose. “Don’t you know how?”
“What the hell, Sam?” Luke’s pissed.
“What?”
“You were supposed to watch Liv today while Nat and I went to the doctor.”
“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, I forgot. I’ve been sick.” Leo frowns at me and sits up and I turn my back on him.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m feeling better.”
“Well, I hope you’re home ‘cause we’re bringing her to you, since the office isn’t too far from you. I’m parking now. We’ll bring her up.”
He hangs up and I immediately panic.
“Fuck!”
“What is it?” Leo’s standing behind me, his face worried, and my panic rises.
“Luke and Nat are on their way up here with Olivia. I’m supposed to watch her, and I forgot.” I eye his hot naked self, and then start scooping up our clothes, throwing his at him as I go. “Get dressed! Damn, damn, damn!”
Leo starts to laugh, not helping the situation at all.
“You have to hide in the closet.” I pull my shirt and jeans on and turn around to find him glaring at me.
“I’m not sixteen, Sam. I’m not hiding for anyone.” He crosses to me and pulls me in his arms, and kisses my forehead. “We’ve established this isn’t a one night thing.”
“Right.”
“Our families were bound to find out sometime.”
I swallow hard. Fuck. “Right,” I whisper.
“Don’t worry.” He smiles reassuringly just as the doorbell rings.
“Get your pants on,” I hiss at his smiling face and cringe when Luke knocks on the door. Leo pulls his jeans up and fastens them and I can’t wait any longer for him to pull a shirt on.
I open the door to a grinning Livie, but a scowling Luke.
“Gee, thanks,” he mutters sarcastically and hands me the baby, pushing past me into my living room. Natalie happily follows him, grinning at me, when she sees Leo in the kitchen washing his hands. Luke is struck dumb.
“Hi, Leo.” Nat grins and waves.
“Hey Nat. How are you feeling?” Leo asks and kisses her cheek, drying his hands on a towel.
“If you’re going to touch my wife, you’d better put a shirt on. Dude, what the fuck are you doing with my sister?”
Livie’s eyes fill with tears at her daddy’s harsh voice. I kiss her forehead and bounce her in my arms.
“Luke, chill out.” I pin him with a glare, but he doesn’t care.
“We’re going to be late,” Nat reminds him and offers me a sympathetic smile.
“We will talk about this.” Luke kisses Liv and leans in to whisper in my ear. “Be careful.”
“We won’t be long,” Nat says. “She has snacks, diapers and toys in her bag. She just had a nap so she should be fine until we get back.”
“Nat, I’m fine,” I assure her and guide them out the door. “Go.”
“She’s cute,” Leo murmurs and runs his hand down Liv’s plump cheek. The baby immediately grabs his finger and sticks it in her mouth.
“Here, take her and I’ll get her some juice.”
“Whoa, take her?” He takes a step back, his eyes suddenly scared. He’s hilarious.
“She’s a baby, Leo, not a weapon of mass destruction.” I thrust the baby in his hands, pull Livie’s sippy cup from her bag and head to the kitchen.
“Can I put her on the floor with her toys?” He calls out to me.
“Sure, just put a blanket down for her to crawl on.”
Damn, he’s funny.
“I think the baby is about to kill your cat,” Leo says dryly and I hurry back to the living room while capping the cup to find Livie with a handful of the cat’s fur, trying to put it in her mouth.
“Or eat her,” I agree and laugh as Leo tries to untangle Liv’s tiny, and surprisingly strong, grasp from my poor cat.
We sit with her and entertain her with her toys for a while, chuckling at how cute she is.
“This isn’t too hard,” I tell him and he grins at me.
“Nah, not too hard.” He runs his hand over her soft brown hair and then frowns. “Wait, do you smell that?”
“No.” I stop what I’m doing and sniff. “What is it?”
Leo scowls and glances down at Liv, who’s grinning widely at him, slobber dripping down her cute little chin. “I think she shit herself.”
“Stop swearing in front of her.”
“Me swearing is not our biggest problem right now.”
We stare at each other for a minute and then he digs around in the diaper bag, pulls out a diaper and wipes and hands them to me. “Here.”
“Why do I have to do it?” I ask.
“Because you’re her aunt. Duh.”
“I don’t do poop.” I scowl down at the little girl, like she’s done this to me on purpose.
“What do you normally do when this happens and you’re watching her?”
“My mom changes her.”
“Haven’t you watched her alone before?” Now he’s laughing, Liv is laughing with him, enjoying the joke, and I’m scowling at both of them.
“Dear God, what did they feed her?” I hold my hand over my nose. “Don’t you know how?”
