The Last Humans (Age-Regression)

Chapter Forty-Five: House Checks

Grace (Mama) POV:

Today a person from the facility where Clara was kept is coming to make sure everything is all right in our house. He or she, will do a thorough sweep of the house to make sure everything's safe and baby proofed. They'll also make sure Clara is happy and healthy.

If we pass, they'll do another check in six months, then leave us alone. Dechen, Atticus, and I were up late last night doing last minute checks in our living quarters to make sure everything was okay. We pretty much baby proofed everything before we got Clara, but I would rather be safe than sorry.

It's still early morning and surprisingly, we all woke up before Clara. Lifting up her baby video monitor, I see she's still asleep. She's laying on her stomach and is gripping her stuffy, her little lips parted as she breathes evenly. "Should we wake her?" Calisto asks, looking over my shoulder at the monitor.

"No, let her sleep a little bit longer. She looks so peaceful." I reply, leaning back against Calisto.

"Let's order breakfast and have it in bed." Dechen suggests.

"I want bacon." Atticus grumbles, turning over on his stomach.

I may have said all my husbands were awake, but Atticus is never fully awake until at least 8:00 A.M. "I'll call down. What do you all want?" Calisto sighs, reaching towards the nightstand for his phone.

We all tell Calisto what he wants and he places the order, warning them to be quiet when they deliver the food. "Now all we have to do is wait." Dechen mumbles, turning on the TV but keeping it a low volume.

We watch the television for a half an hour before Clara starts to whine and fuss. "I got her." Calisto says, hopping out of bed.

I watch on the baby monitor as he walks into Clara room and picks her up out of bed. He whispers something in her ear as she stretches then brings Clara over to the changing table, stripping her of her sleep sack and foot monitor, then changing her diaper.

He doesn't dress her in anything, just picks her up and carries her into our bedroom. I set the monitor down as he walks through the door. Clara's red hair is all over the place, a line of dried drool is on her cheek, and her mouth is wide open in a yawn. 'My princess looks like a demon when she wakes up.' I think with a chuckle.

"Mama?" Clara whines, stretching her arms out to me.

Calisto carries her over to the bed and places Clara in my arms. She automatically lifts my shirt and tries to get to my breast. I'm not wearing a bra so I just take off my shirt and help her latch on. I scoot over so Calisto can climb into bed next to me and lean against Dechen's body. "The foods here." Atticus announces, shooting up into a sitting position.

Right as he sits up, there's a knock on the door an three people walk in carrying plates of food. I grab my discarded shirt and cover my exposed breast with it before asking Atticus, "How did you know that?"

"I felt it in my bones." He replies, grabbing his plate from the maid and thanking her.

Chef Harold brings me my plate and Clara smiles around my breast as she sees him. "Hi, babygirl. I had to bring this up just so I could see my favorite tiny human." He coos, setting my plate down on the nightstand and grabbing Clara's foot.