Whew, feels like it took me a lifetime to write this. 🥴 been super busy.
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Chapter Fiftythree Mya Anderson Miami, Florida - Chris turns 31
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Today is my loves birthday and he has been in daddy mode. So, I decided to go and make him breakfast. Having a natural birth was one of the best decisions I've ever made. I bounced back so damn quick. Only thing I'm upset about is Landon not latching and me not even being able to produce enough milk to pump. So formula it is. My breast are heavy as hell though, I feel like I should have enough milk to feed a damn nation of starving babies.
But anyway, Landooooon...I'm so in love. He's truly a blessing and I am so glad that he's here. And he's such a good baby. All he does is sleep and eat, barely cries. I had to ask the nurse if that was normal. She said yes and I should definitely be happy. I'm so in love with his hair! He has so much of it and it explains my heartburn. I can't wait for it grow out.
Placing Chris's food on a plate and grabbing his drink, I headed upstairs. He was fast asleep and Landon was lying next to him, woke. His tiny eyes moved around while he squirmed.
"Chris." I called while sitting down his drink. "Christopher."
"Hm."
"Wake up, I made you some breakfast."
His eyes slowly peeled open then he looked at the baby, then up at me. "What you say?"
"I made breakfast baby, here's your plate."
Chris stretched before sitting up. "Thank you baby."
"You're welcome. Happy birthday love." I passed him his plate then kissed his lips.
"Oh shit, it is my birthday."
"Mmhm, my old man is 31." I kissed him again.
"Shit, 9 years from 40." He shook his head before digging into his food.
