Won’t Go Slowly // 55
A/N: I’m so sorry this one took so long, guys! We’re almost there :)
Warnings: Might be emotional, apparently I also talk about baby constipation? Also, apparently I only write 10K + chapters now?
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It was awkward, really, was what it was, you thought, stretched out across the grass, your head propped up in your hand, while the other one was rubbing Marshall's belly. Danielle was on the other side of the activity mat she'd gotten for Bentley, which was perfect for a day like today so he could hang out outside with you without being in the sun. It also seemed to be helpful for protecting him from Gerry who was running around playing and seemed to forget where you had the baby, and then have to try and avoid running into him at the last second.
It was awkward because Tyler had other people over, some of whom you'd never met before. Which was fine, except, while everyone else had shown up with snacks and sunglasses, drinks and maybe a swimsuit, you'd shown up with baby gear, and a carseat, and a diaper bag. It just seemed strange, to bring along a baby, when everyone else just seemed to be kind of focused on unwinding, and having a good time, while you were just focused on making sure Bentley was content.
There was definitely a shift or a separation, that had happened. You were very much so just focused on creating a family for yourself, and everything else just kind of didn't really seem to matter to you, right now.
It didn't really quite fit for you anymore.
And Tyler, of course, seemed to think there was nothing strange about you bringing a baby along.
Things changed though, a lot more than you'd thought they'd would. Before Bentley was born, Tyler had seemed like he was right there, like you could kiss him or touch him however you wanted, like there was something there, and you both knew it. Like you spent all your time together, without even realizing it, it was the next night, and you were still together. It became usual, to have him in your bed, or for you to be in his bed and now, with the exception of that first night Bentley was home from the hospital, it was Cash who was just the regular extra in your bed.
But, it really was like there was kind of a line drawn in the sand.
Was it selfish, though, if you just kind of wanted to hang out with your good friends and your baby in Tyler's house for the rest of the summer, maybe just having dinner with your families, or doing puzzles with his sisters while Bentley was napping, or maybe just holding your baby while you watched a game of horseshoes or spikeball or something.
It was a different experience, being a mother, because you didn't really feel like you were living for yourself at all anymore. And you were sure you'd get back to that, once again but, for now, your body was just kind of all his.
"What are you doing?" you frowned, looking at Tyler who was now laying on his stomach on the ground with his phone extended in front of him, one hand moving Bentley's foot up next to Cash's paw.
"What are you doing?" he asked, panning his phone up towards you, and you could tell by the smile on his face that he was recording a video, which you were not prepared for at all. You gave him a look at tried to slowly move out of the frame, which made him just laughed harder, and then you took your foot, pushing against his arm harder until he lost his grip, his phone tumbling into the grass, and he rolled over onto his side laughing.
"If you broke my phone, you're buying me a new one," he said.
"I did not break your phone," you said. "It's not my fault that you don't have a case on it."
"Well, I wasn't expecting you to kick me," he said.
"I did not kick you," you said, "I nudged you. With my foot."
"Is that why you child is kicking a," Tyler tilted his head, looking at the toys hanging down, "fish in the head? Did you learn that from Mama?"
"He's playing," you laughed, "He loves his toy Auntie Danielle got for him."
"Yeah, he does," Tyler said, turning to look over at him. "Is your guy still coming? What's his name again, again?"
"Jeremy," Danielle said, looking at her phone, "Yeah, he's coming after work."
"What does he do?"
"He's an accountant," she said. And you prepared yourself, expecting Tyler to comment just about how boring that sounded, and how stuffy he must be, but he surprised you.
"Ooh," Tyler said, "that sounds smart."
You shifted a little, looking at your watch, and then you leaned forward, pulling Tyler's phone towards you and unlocking it, and then going to his Instagram to see for yourself what Cassidy had texted you. "People think I'm your cousin?" you asked.
"Huh?" he asked, blinking at you.
"People think I'm your cousin," you repeated.
You didn't quite know how to respond that that, honestly. You supposed it was better than the alternative, but there had to be that, too.
"Well, I certainly hope not," Tyler laughed awkwardly.
"Of course we're not, we had genetic testing before we had him."
"Oh yeah," he said. "What are you..where are you even getting this from?"
"Your Instagram," you said. "Your sister told me about it."
"Yeah, I saw that, I think, the other day. Either that, or you're my....baby mama or something" Tyler said, scratching his head, "What is my sister doing on Instagram?"
"It doesn't matter what your sister is doing on Instagram. Why didn't you tell me about this?"
"Because it doesn't really matter," he said, "It's probably just from when we went out to Mother's Day and I put 'family mother's day' or something like that."
"You put 'family mother's day'?" you asked.
"Something like that, I don't remember exactly."
"Oh, Tyler," you said, running your hands through your hair.
"What?"
"I don't know, how much I want," you said, "Like I don't think I want you to show his face, right now."
"I didn't?"
"'K, well, don't."
"I won't," he said, but it came out as more of a question, his hand rubbing up and down Marshall's side now as he lifted his head to look back at you. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, you didn't do anything wrong."
"Are you sure?" He asked, "I don't have to post any pictures of him, if you don't want me to."
"No, what you've been doing is fine, I think."
"Do you want me to show you before I post stuff, and then you could, like approve it?"
"No, I don't need to approve every one of your social media posts, I'm not your mother."
"Okay," Tyler said, dragging out the word now, his fingers pulling at the grass. "Are you sure I didn't fuck up? Because you aren't really convincing me otherwise."
"Yes, I'm sure, Tyler."
"You know how I need you to tell me when I fuck up sometimes? This is one of those times," he said, looking at you sheepishly, and you laughed a little when he did. "Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."
You wanted to tell at him then that you couldn't just dictate his whole life for him, it wasn't just about what you wanted. You had to think what was best, with all of you now.
You wanted to scream at him, that he wouldn't understand, because he wasn't a parent.
But you couldn't.
He hadn't done anything wrong.
So you took a deep breath, and looked out into the water for a moment, "I didn't think about this part," you said, "I'm not quite sure what is best."
"What part?"
"The whole social media thing," you said, waving your hand in the air.
"Well, it's not a big deal," he laughed.
"Yes, it is a big deal, Tyler," you said. Because now you were thinking, what if he had an interview or something, at his house, and he had pictures of Bentley up, and then just everyone was talking. "This is gonna be out there, like forever, and you've got like, two hundred thousand Instagram followers, that's not normal."
He looked like he was about to make a correction about the number of followers that he had, but thought better of it. "No, I don't mean like that, I mean you don't need to freak out and stress about it right now, it doesn't matter this very second."
You opened your mouth and then shut it again.
"You over think everything, babe, just relax," he said, "I just won't do anything more until you tell me."
"Well, his feet and stuff is fine, I just don't know, Tyler."
"Well, you'll figure it out," he said, "But until you do, I'm just going to still take hundreds of pictures of him and send them to my mom, 'k?"
"Okay," you laughed.
"I got your back," he said, smiling at you, and then all of you looked down at Bentley, who was making noises, batting at the toys above him with his fists. "Yeah, bud, you punch that lobster. Are you killing it so you can eat it for dinner?"
"You're ridiculous," you laughed.
"It's your child whose the one that's violent."
"Umm.." Danielle interrupted, pointing behind Tyler, "Your child is currently trying to pull all the bark off that tree."
"Gerry!" Tyler yelled, "Stop that!"
Bentley's eyes went wide with surprise, and you laughed rubbing his hand.
"So sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, it was all the puppy's fault," Tyler said, leaning forward to kiss him on the belly, and Bentley grinned. "I'm so glad he knows how to smile, now, because before he would just, like, lie there, and you didn't know if he liked what you were doing."
"Yeah, well if he's not crying ----oooof!" you said, as Gerry knocked you over, and then proceeded to shove a slobbery tennis ball in your face, and you could hear Tyler giggling as you tried to fend the dog off. "Make sure he doesn't step on the baby, by accident," you struggled to get out, finally reaching for the ball and throwing it across the yard so Gerry could run after it, scooping it up in his mouth. "K, bring it back!" You said, and he came running back towards you, jumping over you and dropping the ball at Bentley's feet, Danielle putting her arm out so he wouldn't get too close to the baby.
"Did you bring him the ball? Good boy," Tyler said, then the next thing you knew, Bentley was crying as Gerry licked him right over his face, Danielle grabbing him, while both you and Tyler tried to pull Gerry off, who just backed up and barked.
"Awe, it's okay," you said, leaning over, your knuckles rubbing over Bentley's cheek, and you let Gerry sniff him now. "I had to suck a bunch of stuff out of his nose this morning and he didn't like it, so I think he's just freaking out when something gets in his face, thinking its gonna happen again. It's okay, Ger, it's not your fault."
"You had to what?" Tyler asked.
"He was congested," you said, and Tyler made a face. "It's not like he can blow his nose or anything."
"Oh, yeah," he said, and you looked over at Bentley who was cooing now, looking up at Danielle his arms stretching out so his hand clasped at her chest.
"Oh, he just grabs your boob," Tyler laughed.
"I'm sorry, I don't have anything in there for you," she said.
"Oh geez," you said, leaning forward and unwrapping his fingers from her shirt, pulling. "Yeah, let's not take off Auntie Danielle's shirt."
Meanwhile, Tyler was just killing himself laughing. "That's kind of aggressive, bud," Tyler said, "Big boob guy, huh?"
"He's a baby," you said.
"Well, he's never tried to feel me up like that, just saying."
"Oooh, he's here!" Danielle said, getting up and practically shoving the baby into your arms and running off to meet him.
"Ooh, he's here!" Tyler imitated, his hands waving in the air.
"Tyler, be nice," you said, "she really likes him."
"I am being nice, that was just like the girliest thing ever," he said, and you gave him a doubtful look. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"It's...you just have a tendency to be intense, that's all."
"I just want to make sure he's a good guy," Tyler said, and you couldn't really argue with that. "Sometimes you guys don't really make the best choices."
"Hey!"
"I never said I did either," Tyler said, "And I'm really protective over the women in my life, I can't help it, you know that."
"No, I know, I'm just..."
"Keeping me in check?" Tyler smiled, "yeah, I know."
Bentley started fussing in your arms, his arms shooting outwards as he cried, and you rocked him, looking down at Marshall who was blinking. "Did he hit him?"
"I think he poked him in the eye," Tyler laughed.
"Awe, I'm sorry, Marshall."
"Well, he's practically sitting on you," Tyler said, and you laughed because you were really just surrounded by dogs. "Are you so protective?" Tyler asked, laying down so his head was neck to Marshall's. "That's a good boy."
Bentley continued to fuss in your arms and you shifted, looking down at him. "What's wrong?"
"He wants some boobs," Tyler said.
"It's kind of a bit early for him to be hungry," you said, looking at his face for any signs, "He didn't eat much earlier though, his stomach has been bothering him."
"What's wrong with his stomach?" Tyler asked.
"Nothing, I'm just waiting for him to poop," you said, continuing to try and soothe the baby.
"Babies are kinda gross," Tyler said, kissing at his back, "How are you so cute and so gross?"
You smiled, shifting him closer to you and then looking back towards the house, and then behind you, towards the group of people by the deck. "Where should I feel him?"
Tyler raised an eyebrow at you, sitting up. "Here? In a chair? I don't know, wherever you want."
"Okay," you said, dragging out the word, and Tyler gave you another weird look, rolling on to his back so Gerry could crawl up on him, while you pulled the top of your dress and pulled the baby to you, trying to get him to latch, which was not working very well and you took a deep breath, trying to relax.
"Is he alright?" Tyler asked, after a moment.
"Yeah, he's just having trouble lately," you said, and then you jumped with surprise when there was a blast of loud music.
"Hey!" Tyler yelled, and then made a motion to turn it down.
"I can just go inside, Tyler, it's okay," you said.
"No, you stay," he said, rubbing your foot, "they don't need to listen to music that loud."
"Shouldn't you like...go hang out with your friends?"
"Yeah, I am."
"I meant them," you said, gesturing your head towards the other side.
"Oh," Tyler said, "I mean, they're not really my friends."
"Why are they here then?"
"They're, like, friends of friends, just hanging out," Tyler shrugged, and then he made a noise when Gerry jumped off a him, tail wagging as he ran towards Danielle and Jeremy. "Who's that?" Tyler asked, pushing himself up and following Gerry, and then you watched over your shoulder as Tyler shook Jeremy's hand and told him it was nice to meet him, and you waved a little with your free hand.
"Hey, Y/N, how are you?"
"Good," you said, "How are work?"
"Uh, not too bad," he said, crouching down in front of Cash now, who had his tail wagging. "Hey, who's this guy?"
"That's Cash," Tyler said. "and Marshall and Gerry."
You continued to feed Bentley, watching as Tyler just kept walking around looking up at the trees. "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to figure out where to put a hammock."
"You bought a hammock?" you asked, and Tyler nodded.
"Hey, Jeremy, do you know anything about hammocks?"
Danielle sat down next to you, and then you both had to watch, trying not to laugh, as the boys tried to set up the hammock.
"Tyler, you're gonna have to put tighter," you said.
"Yeah, I got it, thanks!" he said, waving you off.
You were really laughing though, when he tried to sit in it, and you watched him fall backwards when it wasn't as high as he thought it was, his knees folding into his chest. "You might have been right."
"Yeah, I might have," you grinned.
"Just a little bit," he grinned back.
He went back to fixing it, and you went back to finishing feeding Bentley, propping him up on your legs once you were done, and then you laughed because all three dogs were sniffing him.
And then you could hear Tyler, clearing his throat very loudly, and you looked over to see him and Jeremy both sitting in the hammock now, which was an appropriate level.
"Say 'yay, you did it'," you said, clapping Bentley's hands together, and he smiled.
"He's so happy," Danielle said.
"Except when he's mad," you said, leaning down to kiss him, "then he gets really, really mad."
"He just smiles like he knows," she said.
"Hey," Tyler said, leaning over you now, "Can I have him for a sec?"
"Why are you making that face? What are you going to do to him?"
"I just want to see if he likes the hammock."
"'K, well he just ate, so don't do anything crazy with him," you said, lifting him up to Tyler's arms.
"I would not," Tyler said, pulling him close, "Your mama's crazy."
You rolled over onto your side, watching as Tyler sat down very carefully with Bentley. "Does he like it?" you asked after a minute.
"He looks a little confused," Tyler laughed, still watching him, and then you saw Mike and Josie walk into the backward, both of them stopping a little when they saw Tyler with a baby.
Oh god, this was awkward.
"Whose baby did you steal?" Mike asked, and Tyler pointed to you.
Oh my god.
"I told you she was pregnant," Tyler said, "And that she had him - I sent you a picture of him!"
"I thought you were joking," Mike said.
"No, why would I joke about that?" Tyler asked, making a weird face and, when Bentley started crying he stood up, walking with him, and then you got up, going to take him from Tyler, Gerry crying at your feet now, looking up at the baby, and you bounced him a couple of times, his cries soothing. "Oh, you just wanted Mama?" Tyler asked.
"Sorry," Mike said, coming over to hug you on the side where you weren't holding the baby, "Hi, Y/N. Congratulations."
"He's so cute," Josie said. "What's his name?"
"Bentley," you said, looking up at Tyler and he nodded a little. "Bentley Tyler."
And then you watched them look at the baby, and then back at Tyler, like they were just now seeing the resemblance.
"It's..."
"He was very much planned, and very much wanted," Tyler said, "And she gets to be his mom, and I get to be his Uncle Ty-Ty."
"Oh," Mike said, and then shook his head. "Sorry, I'm really happy for you. It just...took me by surprise."
"Yeah, no, I get it," you said, "it's different."
"That's really awesome, though," he said.
"Yeah," you said, "Yeah, he is. Did you guys want to hold him?"
"Yes," Josie said, almost immediately, taking him from you. "Hey, you're so cute."
"Okay, don't get any ideas."
You smiled down and then, and then Bentley sneezed hard. "Ah, bless you," you said, going to grab something to wipe his face. But before you could, Tyler was pulling up the bottom of his shirt, wiping at his face. "Is that better? Is your nose less stuffy now?"
"I have a cloth, Tyler," you said, and he just shrugged, seemingly not noticing that everyone was disgusted by what he was doing.
Bentley started fussing again, and you took him back. "Are you getting tired?" you asked, bending down to grab his pacifier. He, luckily, did not take very long to fall back asleep, and you sat down with him in a chair that was in the shade.
It was kind of your favourite thing ever, just getting to hold him when he napped.
You just could not get over him.
So you were just barely listening when Jeremy mentioned some new restaurant or something, and suggested that you double date sometime, and you felt Tyler shift, where he was sitting on the ground, leaning against your shins, petting the dogs, and you watched Danielle's eyes widen and try to communicate with him through looks, but he did not notice at all.
"Oh, we're not together," you felt Tyler say.
"Oh right," he said, looking apologetically at you now, "Right, I knew that."
"Yeah, we're just friends," you said, putting on what felt like the fakest smile ever, and now Tyler looked back over his shoulder, his forehead creased with a frown.
"Well, we're not just friends," he said.
And you didn't really know how to respond, because nothing would ever be the same again. You would never be "just friends" again, but you couldn't see yourself just not having him in your life either.
But you didn't want to feel like you were on this verge of fighting with him, every time you saw him, over things you couldn't say.
"Well, I'm not seeing anyone right now," you said.
"Well, I'm sure I could find a friend if you want to come."
“Not an accountant,” Tyler said, and you could sense his whole body tensing. “Not that there’s anything wrong with accountants, she’s just not an accountant kind of girl.”
You frowned at Tyler, because it wasn’t like you could tell everything about anyone from their occupation, but you shook it off.
"Yeah, I'm not really into dating right now. At this stage of my life," you said, looking down at Bentley, sleeping in your arms.
"Yeah, Bentley's her main man," Tyler said.
"Well, you could bring him..."
"I don't really like going out anymore," you said although it came out as more of a question, like you were unsure how people might take it. "I'm more of a homebody."
"But you brought him out with us the other night?" Tyler asked.
"Yeah, but that was like a family thing," you said, petting Cash who was sticking his head through the side of the chair, his tail wagging. "I like doing family things."
Tyler turned around now, too, scratching Cash behind the ears and kissing him on the top of the head. "Are you so happy that your baby came to visit you?" he asked, before looking up at you. "I'm gonna go get a drink, you want anything?"
"Umm, just some water," you said, and Jeremy decided to go into the house with him, Danielle looking at you, until they were out of earshot.
"I think he's gonna kill my boyfriend," she said.
"What?" you laughed.
"You should have seen the look on his face when Jeremy suggested setting you up with one of his friends," she said.
"Really?"
"Oh yeah," she said, "It was intense, he looked so pissed off."
"Why are you so happy about it then?"
"Because he's so in love with you he can't even hide it," she said.
"But he's not..." you said. Because you couldn't even finish the sentence. You couldn't even tell her how much it had hurt you, when he said he couldn't be Bentley's dad, and it felt like that was the dagger right there, like he'd made his decision.
"Hey," Tyler said, leaning around you to place your water on the armrest of the chair. "I'm gonna take Jeremy out on the boat, like really quick. Can he come with us?"
"Can Bentley come with you?" you repeated.
"Yes," Tyler nodded.
"Umm...no," you said. "Not today."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't have a life jacket for him," you said, "I can get one, though, and then he can go with you."
"No, I do."
"What?" you asked. "No, you need a special life jacket, for infants, he can't just wear an adult one."
"Yeah, that's what I have," Tyler said.
"You have an infant life jacket?"
"Yeah, it's for 9 to...like 20 or 25 pounds," Tyler said, "He's more than 9 pounds now, right?"
"Yeah..." you said tentatively.
"I'll get it, and you can look at it," he said. And, sure enough, he did in fact, have an infant life vest.
"When did you get this?" you asked.
"Umm...last summer, I went to go buy a new cover for the boat to winterize it, and I just saw that and thought it would be a good idea to have around the house. Is it the right one?"
"Yes, it's the right one," you smiled, standing up with Bentley now.
"He's allowed to come?"
"Yeah," you said, "I just didn't want him to go with out a life jacket."
"Well, I wouldn't have asked otherwise," Tyler said, and then he started giggling, watching as you put Bentley into the life jacket. "Can he even move in that thing?"
"I don't think so," you said, laughing because Bentley was just staring up at you with wide eyes.
"He's like 'what are you guys doing to me?'" Tyler laughed.
"Well, he's not crying," you said.
"Well, he's not smiling, either," Tyler said.
"Should we get you a hat?" you asked, picking him back up and going over to where you'd put his diaper bag, finding a sun hat, and trying to put it on him, and then grabbing his pacifier and handing it to Tyler.
"Look how cute they are," Tyler said, and you followed his gaze to see Danielle and Jeremy curled up in the hammock, kissing, and then Tyler just whistled at them.
"Stop, you're gonna embarrass them," your said.
"He won't care, not if he really loves her," Tyler said, taking Bentley from you, "You don't want to come?"
"No," you said, "I don't know if I can handle the motion anymore."
"You don't know if you can handle the motion anymore," Tyler scoffed.
"Yeah," you said, "And I don't really think the dogs are gonna like you taking him."
"Okay," Tyler said, "Dani, you want to come?"
"'No, that's okay."
"K, say goodbye to your girls," Tyler said, tilting Bentley towards you. "Bye, Mama. I will tell you all about it when I get back."
His hat fell off, though, and Gerry jumped and snatched it out of the air before it even hit the ground.
"Gerry!" Tyler yelled, even as Gerry ran off behind the tree with the hat in his mouth. "Come here!"
"C'mhere," you said, crouching down and patting your legs, grabbing one of his ball's from the ground. "Here, I'll trade you. Good boy."
"No, that's a bad dog," Tyler said, as you put Bentley's hat back on, Gerry's tail still wagging.
"He's just learning," you said.
"He knows better," Tyler said, looking down at Bentley now, moving his chin to hold his hat on. "I don't know if this thing is gonna stay on him."
"Well, just try your best, I can't put sunscreen on him or anything."
"It's not that hot out."
"Yeah, but his skin is sensitive," you said.
"'K well, he's gonna be on me the whole time," Tyler said, "Yeah, I'll protect you from the sun."
"Let me take a picture," you said, and Tyler just grinned, putting his face next to Bentley's.
"He's got his fisherman hat on, he's all ready to go," Tyler said. "Are you gonna drive the boat, bud?"
You'd be lying if you said you weren't just a little bit nervous about him being on the boat, but you knew you'd triple checked the straps on the life jacket, and Tyler had Bentley propped up on his lap, one arm strong around him, just pulling the boat out as slowly as possible, leaning around to check Bentley's reaction.
"Oh my heart," you said, opening your phone to take a video of them, hearing a collection of paws following you out onto the dock. You felt Danielle with you as well, as Tyler handed Bentley over to Jeremy for just a moment to take his shirt off, and Jeremy leaned around, making a series of faces, and then handed him back to Tyler, leaning in to interact with the baby.
Just as you suspected, though, as they drove away, Marshall started running to the edge of the dock barking, while Gerry followed him, and Cash was looking like he was contemplating jumping in.
"Okay, you don't need to swim after them it's too cold," you said, "C'mon, guys let's go wait over here on the grass. Marshall? Marshall! They're okay, c'mon."
Finally you managed to get him over next to you, where he very promptly flopped onto his back to have his belly rubbed. Danielle laughed, setting down next to you, occupying the dogs.
"Is it just me, or are guys with babies super hot?" she asked. "How do you not just....jump him all the time?"
"Well, I don't just...normally jump him," you laughed awkwardly.
"Ah, so he does the jumping, I see."
"Well..I mean, kind of, yeah," you said. "I don't know, it was easier when were trying to get pregnant, because they pretty much every time we saw each other, it was like, maybe we should have sex."
"Yeah, it is easy to have sex with someone who you're not in a relationship with or have any kind of agreement with if you're trying to make a baby."
You just gave her a look, leaning back onto the grass.
"Have you guys....since he was born?"
You shook your head. "I don't even know if I can yet," you said, "I have an appointment in a few days."
"Oh," she said, "Are you going to after that then?"
"No," you said, "No I don't think so."
Because things had changed, there was a Before Bentley and an After Bentley. And maybe there was a little bit of overlap, but it seemed like you didn't touch quite the same way. You didn't just end up kissing, or see each other naked, or just curl up in bed together.
And maybe you were imagining it, but he didn't call you 'babe' as much anymore.
But that didn't make sense either, because it wasn't like that was a new thing, when you started on this whole....journey together.
So you just played with the dogs, until Marshall just ran to the end of the dock barking again, and then you saw them come back around the corner, just as they'd left.
"Did he like it?" you asked, once they were parked.
"He loved it," Tyler said, "I think. He wasn't really smiling, but he was looking all around and stuff, I took a video on my phone so you can see."
He handed you the baby's hat, stepping off the boat and then all the dogs were just swarming him to try and sniff the baby's feet.
"Here, let's take this thing off of you and put it away for next time," Tyler said, laying Bentley down and he cooed as Tyler unbuckled him, tickling his belly. "Are you tell Mama how fun it was? Convincing her to come with us next time?"
You laughed, "The dogs were not very happy about it."
"Yeah, I heard. How come they don't care when I go out on the boat, but the second the baby does, they freak out?"
"I don't know, maybe they know he doesn't know how to swim," you said.
"Yeah," Tyler said, lifting Bentley back up, holding him in front of you. "I need to tell you something exciting, Mommy."
"What's that?"
"I got really, really excited when I was on Uncle Ty-Ty's boat, and I accidentally pooped my pants."
"Oh," you said, taking him from Tyler, and then you looked back over your shoulder. "Where should I change him?"
"Wherever you want? I don't know, usually you change him on the floor, when I changed him I just put his mat thing down on the bed because I have old man knees," Tyler said, peering at you. "You're being so weird today."
"I'm not being weird."
"Kinda weird," Tyler said, running his hand through his hair, as you picked up the diaper bag and started back towards the house.
"Okay, I guess you're all coming with me," you said, holding the door open for the dogs to get through.
It was weird, and awkward, though, as everyone else left and it was just the couples. Or, really, the couples of Danielle and Jeremy and Mike and Josie, and then it was just you, and Tyler, and Bentley.
And it was also very awkward, when you ordered pizza and were watching T.V., Bentley sleeping on the couch surrounded by a wall of pillows, and Tyler just picked up your pizza and ate most of the cheese right off it, and then he'd had to explain that you couldn't eat much dairy because it made your baby's stomach hurt.
But it was fine.
You were fine.
You were just considering packing up Bentley and heading out, when you came out of the bathroom to discover that everyone else had gone back outside, and Tyler was now holding Bentley, who appeared to be dressed in one of Tyler's zip-ups, his whole body swimming in the fabric, and the arms tied around his body, like some sort of makeshift swaddling blanket.
"Did you put him in your sweatshirt?" you laughed.
"Yeah, he was getting cold, and we're gonna go outside and have a fire," Tyler said.
"He has his own sweatshirts and blankets, you know."
"He likes this," Tyler said, hugging him close, and Bentley started crying, and then Tyler started bouncing with him. "Okay, maybe he doesn't like this."
"Awe," you said, taking Bentley from Tyler and bouncing him yourself, his cries getting quieter pretty much immediately.
"I was doing that exact same thing," Tyler said. "How come you only want Mama?"
"Sometimes he cries when I have him, and then he's fine when you take him," you said, "He just wants what he wants when he wants it."
"Is that true?" Tyler asked, leaning over to kiss him. "Do you want to have a bonfire? Are you so excited for your first bonfire?"
And you realized, then, that somehow Tyler had managed to be there for all of Bentley's firsts, even though he wasn't physically there for most of the first month of Bentley's life.
**
Nothing made sense anymore.
You just could not handle the mixed signals anymore, the feeling like he was pulling away to do things on his own, and then he'd call you, like he did when he was away, to tell you he missed you.
He'd only let you take Cash, while he was gone, too, which was just ridiculous because the dogs didn't like to be apart from each other too much, especially Marshall and Cash, so you'd had to meet Tyler's mom so they could actually see each other again.
And you had to refrain from asking her why her son was being such an idiot.
But then he'd just hug you, and everything felt right.
Only for him to pull away again, and get lost in his own world, not really seeming to understand why you didn't want to come over, when he was having a party, when you had an infant, because he seemed to just think you could put the baby to sleep in his bed, and just tell everyone to keep it down.
It did not work.
And, yet.
And yet when Bentley was screaming his head off in your arms, and you felt like you wanted to scream, it was his name that your shaky finger found in your phone. Every single time.
"Hey," Tyler answered.
You took a deep, shuttering breath, and preparing yourself to speak, but he beat you to it.
"What's wrong?" he asked. And his concerned tone, letting you know he was focused on nothing else other than making sure you were okay, made you lose it. "I'm coming over, okay?' he said, and you felt like you could hear the jingles of his keys, already.
"Okay," you whispered.
"Just hang tight," he said. But as you hung up, you gripped your phone, hard in your hand, and then tossed it on the couch, hot tears running down your face. Because you felt like you needed him, like he was all you wanted, but as soon as you'd reached out, you felt like a failure.
This was supposed to be your thing.
"I am so sorry," you said, clutching your son to your chest, rubbing your hand up and down his back, because it was all you could do. You jumped when you heard the car door slam, and then again, when the front door of your house was open and shut in one motion. He looked at you, and you knew he just saw it all, his face softening.
And you lost it again.
You looked at each other, for a moment, as if Bentley's cries went quiet, and then life seemed to take over again.
"Okay," Tyler said, taking Bentley from you, "Let's go lay down in your crib for a minute."
"He has a fever, Tyler," you said, following Tyler to the nursery, where he laid Bentley down in his crib.
"Yeah, it's okay," Tyler said, taking your shoulder, and pulling you away from the crib. "If he's crying, then he's breathing, he'll be okay for one minute."
"I...." you said.
"Shhh..." Tyler said, in a way that could be condescending, but wasn't, and you took a deep breath, Bentley's cries quieter now that the door of his room was closed. He sat down on the couch, leaning forward so his arms were braced on his forearms. "He has a fever?"
"Yeah," you choked out, running your hand through your hair, frowning when it got caught on a tangle.
"What was it?"
"100.6," you said.
"Well, that's not much of a fever," Tyler said.
"It is for a baby his age, and I can't give him any medication because he's too young," you said. "I think he has an ear infection, because he keeps pulling at his ear, and he had that cold, and I took him to the doctor and they said his ears were okay. But now he has a fever."
"Well, when did you take him to the doctor?"
You weren't sure, quite what days were anymore, because it felt like you'd been hold up with a sick baby for the past week, not knowing what was day or night. "It was that day, that you went to that concert, because you snapchatted me to ask me what shoes you should wear," you said.
"So, two days ago," Tyler said.
"Yeah," you said, "and he's barely eaten anything all day, and he won't sleep, and now he has a fever, and he's not supposed to have a fever."
"Okay, so what do we do?"
"Well, if a baby under three months has a fever higher than 100.6, then they're supposed to go to the doctor right away, or go to the E.R."
"Well, is the doctor's office open now?"
"No," you said, "I called, like, half an hour ago, and I hoped they were gonna call me back but they didn't."
"Well, then we'll take him to the hospital," Tyler said, standing up.
"But I don't want to take him to the hospital."
"I know, I don't want to either, babe, but this is what he needs," Tyler said. "Is he okay in what he's wearing, or does he need to get changed?"
"I think he's fine, I don't want to put too much on him," you said, "I don't know what to take though."
"Well, just him, and his diaper bag," Tyler said, scratching his head, both of you walking towards Bentley's room now, "I don't know, does he have a health card of some kind?"
"No," you said, going into the room and pulling Bentley from his crib, resting your cheek against his forehead. "I meant if we have to stay overnight."
You felt like you needed to go as fast as possible, but also it also felt like you needed to slow things down.
"Well, let's not get too ahead of ourselves."
"Tyler...."
"If you have to stay, I'll come home and get what you need," Tyler said, "but let's just focus on getting him there."
"Okay," you said.
"I'm so sorry you don't feel good, bud," Tyler said, rubbing his hand and then placing a kiss on your temple. "We're gonna figure out what's going on with you, 'k? You ready, Mama?"
"Yeah," you breathed, grabbing a couple more diapers to stick in the bag, walking to the front door to put Bentley in his car seat and put your shoes on.
To make matters worse, it was raining.
"I'll drive, then you can sit with him," Tyler said.
"Okay," you said, weakly, getting into the backseat with Bentley, tucking a light blanket around him.
"Awe, poor little guy," Tyler said, once he started to drive, and Bentley continued to cry, sticking his hand in the backseat, and you weren't sure if it was for you to hold or if he was trying to reach the baby. "We're gonna take you to the doctor, and they're gonna make you feel all better."
"Did you get the bag?" You asked, sitting up now.
"Yes, babe , I got the bag," Tyler laughed lightly.
It was all you could do, as you drove, though, to just watch Bentley, offering him his pacifier, and rubbing his hands, or running your hand over his head.
You tried a pediatric urgent care clinic first, only to be told that they weren't accepting any more patients tonight, and directing you to a pediatric E.R. You'd never seen Tyler look so angry, continuing to glare at the man who'd told you 'no' even as you turned to walk back to the car in the rain.
So, when you got to the E.R., the first thing you did was take Bentley out of his carseat, tucking a blanket around him, which Tyler then held up above his head so he wouldn't get rained on as you went inside.
You anxiety was lessened a bit when the nurse took his stats, and you learned that his oxygen levels, heard rate, and blood pressure were all normal, and his temperature had come down 0.2 degrees from when you'd taken it at home, but he was just still so sad.
The nurse said that you'd be seen next, since he was so little. But next turned out to mean over an hour of you trying to rock Bentley in the chair, as far away from anyone else waiting as possible because you didn't want him to get more sick, Tyler holding your hand or just resting his hand on your shoulder, his thumb moving back and forth, and Tyler giving dirty looks to anyone who seemed annoyed by the crying baby, his body moving around yours.
It turned out, it was like you though, a full-blown ear infection in one ear, and a mild one in the other, so, another hour later, you were driving to the pharmacy, a prescription for antibiotics clutched in your hand. Thankfully, though, Bentley had fallen asleep about five minutes after you'd gotten back in the car, even though he was still making little noises in his sleep.
"Do you want me to take you guys home, and then I can come back to pick up his prescription?" Tyler asked.
"Ummm..." you said, looking at your finally sleeping baby, albeit not peacefully, "I think I might have to do it, I'm not sure, I've never gotten a prescription filled for him before."
"Oh, right," Tyler said, the sound of the blinking turn signal sounding loud in the quiet now.
"He's on my insurance," you said, realizing that you were curving the corner of the prescription, and now attempted to smooth out any wrinkles.
"Yeah," Tyler said, pulling into the parking lot, and finding a parking spot. "You want me to stay in the car with him so you can run in?"
"Yes, please," you said, taking off your seatbelt. But you sat, unmoving, staring at the raindrops rolling down the window until there were teardrops rolling down your cheeks.
"What are you-?" Tyler said under his breath, and then he turned around fully, and you slowly met his eye. "Why are you crying?"
"It's just...he's sick," you said, "he's sick enough that he needs medicine."
"Yeah, well, that's okay, kids get sick a lot, you must've known he was gonna get sick."
"Yeah, but I didn't think it'd be so soon," you said, sucking in a breath, "and i didn't think it'd be my fault."
"What?" Tyler whispered, "it's not your fault. The doctor said lots of babies get ear infections, because of how their ear tubes are."
"Yeah, because they can't drain properly after they have a cold. And he caught a cold, because I've taken him out, shopping and I've taken him to mommy and me yoga, and he was around so many babies. And moms. He could have gotten sick from anyone there. Or from anywhere."
You could see Tyler chewing on his lip. "Well, did your doctor say you weren't supposed to take him out?"
"No, but-"
"Then you didn't do anything wrong, " Tyler said. "You can't just keep him cooped up either, that can't be good for him. He likes being out, and looking at new things."
"No, I know," you sighed, "I just didn't think I'd have to take him to the E.R. at 2 months old."
"Yeah, but, you know what, I bet there's a bunch of 3 month old babies who haven't even been to the E.R. yet, he's an overachiever baby" Tyler said. "We should have have taken a picture: Baby's first E.R. visit."
You laughed, just a little, running your hand over your face. "I'm not really sure I want to remember this day," you said. "Can you watch him,while I go get this?"
"Yes," Tyler laughed, although you weren't sure why.
When you came back, the light from his phone was illuminating his face, and you opened the passenger side, sliding in next to him, immediately leaning back into the backseat.
"He's still sleeping," Tyler said, setting his phone down, "I just checked on him."
"That's good," you said, smiling a little, running your hands up and down your sides. "It's gonna be half an hour."
"Well, why don't we take him home?" Tyler asked, "he's probably tired."
"Yeah," you said, reaching for your seatbelt and then leaning back.
"Can I pick up his medicine?"
"Umm...yeah, you could," you said, stifling a yawn. "They asked me when I set up his account, if it was alright if other people picked things up for him and I said that was fine."
"Okay, well, you want to go home, and I'll come back and get it?"
"Yeah," you said, "that'd be really helpful."
Tyler smiled, his hand settling on your knee, rubbing it every now and again, as you leaned agains the car door, holding your head up.
Bentley was still sleeping when you got home, so you very carefully carried his car seat into the bedroom,setting the carseat down, and then closing the door gently, padding back into the hall where Tyler was waiting.
"Thank you so much," you said, walking right into his arms. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been here."
You felt his lips against the top of your head, his hand rubbing up and down your back. "You would have called your mom, or your sister, or Danielle, or my mom, or my sisters, or, maybe like your aunt or something, " Tyler said, "Or you would have just taken him yourself."
"I don't think I could have done that."
"Yeah, you could have," Tyler insisted. "You knew exactly what was wrong with him, and exactly what he needed. You would have made sure he had what he needed. But you're allowed to ask for help, too."
"I did."
"No, you don't," Tyler said, pulling against you. "If I'm here or if I offer, then sure. But you don't call me and say 'hey, my baby's been up all night, can you come hold him for a bit?' or 'hey, I could really use a hand with getting some groceries'. And people want to help you. But you have to let us."
You stepped back from him, taking a breath, and running your hand over your face again.
"You alright?" Tyler asked.
"Yeah," you said. "It's just been a really, really long week. I'm just, like, really emotional."
Tyler tilted his head at you, smiling softly, and then he pulled you back in to him. "You're such a good mom, though," he said, his hand going to your shoulders so he could look you in the eyes, his thumb coming up to wipe under your eye. "He doesn't even know what love is, but he knows he loves you."
You smiled softly, letting him hug you again. "Thank you."
"Anytime," he said. And you kind of just wanted to stay there forever, in his arms, except you could hear Bentley start to fuss, like a sixth sense, and you padded into your bedroom to pull him out of his carseat before he got really upset, holding him to you, your hand instinctively feeling his forehead. "Shhh..." you soothed, bouncing him as you walked over to the glider, and then you kept your hand steady on his back as you started to rock. "He just wants to be held," you said, kissing the top of his head.
"Well, he should get as many cuddles as he wants," Tyler said, running his hand over Bentley's head, and placing a kiss there, and then doing the same with you. "I'm gonna go get his medicine. Do you need anything from the store?"
"No, I don't think," you said, and Tyler gave you a stern look, and then you tried to think back over your day in your head, knowing there was something you needed. "Oh, I need almond milk. For my coffee."
"Okay. Anything else? Diapers?"
"No, I have lots," you said. "Actually, can you get me the chocolate almond milk, please?"
"Yes," Tyler laughed, standing there still, shifting his weight back and forth, flipping the keys in his hand. "So, I'm just gonna go to the drug store, and then I'm gonna go to my house and pick up the dogs, and then I'll be back."
"Okay," you said, kissing Bentley again, "Wait, why are you getting the dogs?"
"Because I can't leave them home alone overnight," Tyler laughed.
"You're staying?"
"Mhmm..." Tyler said, like it was already decided.
"I feel better now, Tyler, you don't have to stay."
"Remember this talk we just had about you needing to accept help?" he asked, smiling softly.
"Yes," you said, smiling now too, "But if he's up in the night, then he's gonna want to eat, and you can't really...do anything there, to take care of him." There was no sense in both of you being tired, and maybe Tyler could just come back tomorrow.
"But I can take care of you," he said simply, looking at you for just a moment. "How about bottles?"
"Bottles?" you asked.
"For him," Tyler said, pointing at the baby, "I could give him a bottle, if you showed me how."
"Oh," you said, "Yeah, I haven't given him a bottle yet, and I don't really want to introduce that right now."
"Why not?"
"Well, I don't even know if he'll take it, and I also don't want him to get nipple confusion."
"What is nipple confusion?" Tyler laughed.
"When you give them other things, like pacifiers and bottles, and they get confused and forget how to breastfeed," you said.
"Oh," Tyler laughed again, "That sounded more exciting than it is."
"And he's been having a hard time eating lately, and I don't know if it's because he has a pacifier or what, but I just don't want him to stop breastfeeding."
"Okay, so I'll go get this, and the dogs, and I'll be back," Tyler said, smiling, "I have a key to your place, and three huge dogs, you couldn't keep us out if you wanted to."
"Okay," you laughed,
"You guys need anything before I go?"
"Can you turn on the nature sounds on his basinette?" you asked, and then pointed at the nightstand, which was just a complete mess, you noticed, filled with half-dranken drinks and empty snack wrappers, "And turn the diffuser on? I have stuff in there that's supposed to help with congestion for him. Thank you."
"I'll be right back," he promised, and you continued to rock Bentley while he was gone. It didn't seem like very long before you heard your front door open, and the sound of paws throughout the house, and it sounded like Tyler was going into the kitchen to put the milk away. "We have to be really, really quiet, guys," you heard Tyler say in a soft voice, "He might be sleeping and he's not feeling very good, so I need you guys to be good."
You smiled, and it wasn't very long before your bedroom door flung open, all three dogs coming in panting. "K, on the bed," Tyler said, trailing in after them and patting the mattress. They tried to sniff a bit, but did jump up, probably sensing the energy in the room, and Tyler smiled, kissing them all. "Good boys."
Tyler came around, leaning over to where Bentley was laying against your chest. "Is he sleeping?" you asked.
"No, his eyes are open, but he looks really, really sleepy," Tyler said, holding up the bag. "Do you want to give this to him now?"
"I don't know, how often is he supposed to have it?"
"Every 12 hours," Tyler said, "I also got some baby probiotics for him, because the pharmacist said it'd help his tummy when he's on antibiotics."
"Well, when does he get those?" you asked.
"Umm..." Tyler said, opening the bag and looking at the box. "It says 2 to 3 hours before or after antibiotics, put it on his pacifier, or with formula or breast milk."
You rolled your eyes at Tyler laughing as he said 'breast'.
"Okay, so let's give him the antibiotics now, and then just put the probiotics here, and I'll give them to him when he eats next."
"Okay," Tyler said, taking out the oral syringe and then medication. "Do you want me to do this?"
"Did you wash your hands?" you asked.
"Yeah, I did when I got back from the store."
"Okay," you said, "Do you know how to do the dosage and stuff?"
"Yeah, it's like when I did your shots," Tyler said, "Except no needles."
Still, he let you double check the dosage, before he crouched down, putting it in Bentley's mouth. "Squirt it towards the side of his mouth so it's harder for him to spit back out," you said.
"Okay," Tyler said, his eyes focused as he did so, and Bentley just kind of coughed a little and made a face, but managed to get most of it down before he started crying again, and you watched all three dogs lift their heads up, staring at you, Gerry starting to whine, but he didn't make a move to jump off the bed.
"Oh," you said, rubbing his back. "It's okay, that's gonna help you feel better."
"He's like 'what is this? This is not my milk,'" Tyler said.
You laughed, "I tried to give him milk, but he took like two sips and then he didn't want anymore."
"Well, maybe he's not hungry."
"I know," you said, "But I wanted him to have fluids. He hasn't had anything for, like, 6 hours."
"Yes, he has," Tyler said, "You fed him in the car, after we left the hospital."
"I did?" you asked.
"Yes," Tyler laughed, "I don't know how much he had, but he had something. I think maybe he just might want to sleep now, he's tired."
"Yeah," you said, looking down at him, "I just want to sit up with him for a bit, and make sure he doesn't have an allergic reaction. You're not allergic to any antibiotics, right?"
"No," Tyler said, smirking at you. "The doctor asked us that, at the hospital."
"He did?" you asked.
"Yes," Tyler smiled, his hand smoothing over your head. "You're exhausted, babe. Do you want me to put him in his bed?"
"No," you said. "I can't sleep right now, anyways. We can watch T.V., if you want."
"'K," Tyler said, "Grey's?"
You shook your head. "I don't think I can handle that right now."
"Okay," Tyler said, grabbing your remote and getting on your bed, sitting on top of the blankets with the dogs. "Let's watch something funny. Oh, we can watch that house show you liked."
"Okay," you said. Even though you were really just barely watching, your eyes heavy as you rocked your baby, kissing him, and just feeling grateful that it wasn't worse. You felt chilled, too, and you realized that you'd probably been cold the whole evening, and yet hadn't realized it, your eyes watering, not from emotion, but more so because you were just so wholly exhausted, emotionally and physically.
"Tyler?" you asked, after it was after 1, and you'd been sitting up with Bentley for over and hour and nothing had changed, other than the fact that he'd fallen asleep on you. "Could you bring in his swing from the living room? I want to see if he'd sleep better like that, if he's on an incline, it might make his ear hurt less?"
"Yeah, sure," Tyler said. And once he did, you just stood up with Bentley slowly, very carefully setting him in his swing.
"Shh...." you said when he stirred a little, and you kept crouched in front of him until he seemed to settle, and then you smiled at Tyler, backing away slowly and looking for your pajamas where you'd left them on the floor. You changed, in the dim light, realizing that Tyler hadn't seem you naked since you'd given birth, but you didn't care anymore.
This was just your life now.
You just wanted it all out there, and you didn't want to play pretend anymore.
This was you.
You turned around, once you'd changed and you saw that he'd followed suit in getting ready for bed, his shirt gone, and you frowned, taking a step forward, your eyes focused on those very familiar numbers on his torso, opposite his Stanley cup tattoo, and that name, you'd chosen for your son, in cursive above.
"Is that his birth date?" you asked.
"Well, I hope so," Tyler laughed. "Someone really screwed up if it isn't."
"No, no, it's right," you said, stepping forward still, your hand extended as if you wanted to touch it.
"You didn't see it before until now?" Tyler asked, "I've had it the whole time I've been home."
"Really?" you asked, kneeling on the side of the bed so you could run your finger over it now.
"Yeah, I got it after the playoffs," he said, and you stood back up.
"Wha - why?" you asked dumbly.
"Because he's always gonna be a part of me," Tyler answered, matter-of-factly.
"Really?" you asked with your whole heart.
"Yeah, of course," Tyler smiled at you. "C'mon, boys, move over, let Mama in."
You managed to wiggle your way in, curled up, but it didn't really matter, laying on your side so you could still see Bentley sleeping, and you felt the warmth of Tyler behind you. You smiled, reaching your hand back to find Tyler's and you threaded your fingers through his, wrapping his arm around you, and you felt him move closer, his lips pressed against the back of your head.
You just needed to know he was there, with you, too.
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