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***Neko's POV***

Having a baby is amazing but, it's exhausting. Luke cries a lot. I'm not saying it's unmanageable. He just seems to have a sensitive tummy.

We have been trying him on solid foods at the insistence of his pediatrician. He loves the foods. His belly does not share the same excitement.

If Luke isn't crying from the built up gas, he is crying because he has expelled what we have given him on to every available surface.

Koala gets frustrated which only causes my grief. I hate when my love is irritated. He enjoys being a daddy so much. He spends half the time cleaning up the messes. The other half is spent worrying over what he is doing wrong.

The answer is easy. Nothing. Koala is not making mistakes. This is trial and error. Babies don't come with instruction manuals. Nobody gives you perfect advice on soothing ailing tummies.

The other issue is far more complicated. Teething. It seems as though cutting teeth is exactly as bad as they wrote about. Poor Luke just burns up with fever. The drool is excessive. Crying impatiently, Luke vocalizes his disdain over breaking through those tiny little pearly whites.

Driving home from work, I dread what I will come home to. I don't regret a moment of this life. I just wish the pressure that Milo puts on himself would be a little less. He really is an overachiever. He shouldn't expect himself to be perfect, yet we all know he does.

I park the truck, turning off the engine. I don't take time to relax before I get out. There is no preparation that could help. I already know that I will have to force my husband to hand over our son. I will have to coax Milo into giving me the baby reins. This is a daily battle.

Milo tries too hard to make my home life easier. I don't mind helping. Luke is our child. Milo has a full time job with our son and Cash. He needs a break. Convincing Milo to relax is the issue.

Opening the door, it hits me. The frustrated sighs of my husband are almost as loud as our screaming infant. Peeking my head into the war zone, I see the problem. Milo is covered from head to toe in baby food. Luke looks just as bad. Carrots are smeared across the high chair, the baby and even the dog.

It's going to be a long night.

Sighing myself, I set my stuff down. I walk directly to my husband to engulf him in a comforting hug. Milo drops his head to my shoulder. I run my hand up his back soothingly.

"I love you." I kiss the only space on his face that is not covered in vegetables.

"I know." Milo pulls away from me. He heads for Luke to begin unstrapping our four month old from the seat.

"Bath time. You go. I have this." I push Milo's hands away from the baby. I snatch our son up to kiss his messy face. No wonder Luke pitches fits. This food tastes horrible.

Cash waddles behind me. I look down at his orange stained coat. It looks like everyone is in desperate need of a bath.

Milo follows behind me, scooping up the pup as we walk. I just shake my head. Milo won't relax until everything is in working order.

Setting up the baby tub, I start the task of getting our munchkin ready for bed.

Milo squats beside me to help clean our tiny human. Luke giggles, splashing the water everywhere. The soft peal laughter of our baby makes everything worth it.

"He's so cute." Milo awes at our son. I nod in agreement. The boy really is a tiny heart thief. He can blink, making our hearts completely melt.

"You do so well with them. Thank you." I let a tiny bit of my gratitude out in my words. Milo leans over to place a soft kiss to my cheek. That's all I need. My love's affection is still everything to me.

"You got him?" Milo questions me quietly. I nod again. Milo grabs a towel, tossing it into my lap.

Milo whisks Cash up, heading away to clean him up properly.

I take our clean son to his room. Laying him down carefully, I dry the water droplets from his soft skin. I fasten the diaper in place before flipping Luke onto his tummy. This is his favorite part.

Luke relaxes as my fingers massage the nighttime lotion into his skin. I gently cover his little flesh in the lavender liquid. It soothes his tummy, relaxes him and prepares him for a restful nights sleep.

Once the baby is as calm as possible, I slip his tiny Superman pajamas on. He looks ready to save the world. The blue socks keep his feet from turning into morning icicles.

After a bed time story, a few minutes of hugs and a song, our son falls to sleep in my arms. I spend a few more minutes rocking him. He will not be this little long. Time teaches you that everything wonderful grows, changes.

Standing, I walk over to the crib. I lay Luke down carefully. His tiny lips smack as he finds his pacifier. The boy loves the little consoling contraception.

Satisfied that he will be down for a bit, I sneak out of the room to find my husband. Cash runs across my feet, his blue coat is shiny. The traces of orange have been cleared away. I walk to the kitchen to grab the pup a treat.

Once Cash has devoured the cookie, he scampers off to his bed in Luke's room. Our pup protects his brother. He sleeps in front of the crib, alerting us when Luke so much as shifts.

Finally, my eyes land on my love. He moves around the dining room, disinfecting the surfaces. The once demolished room sparkles after Milo finishes cleaning the place.

Gripping Milo by the waist, I pull him to me. When Milo attempts a protest, I hush him with a kiss. Milo nods against my lips knowing that I won't lose this nightly argument.

Silently, I kiss my baby all the way to our room. I pull Milo around while starting the shower. Milo allows me to undress him and myself. The water calls our name.

Stepping into the shower, I bring Milo in with me. He hums delightfully once the warm water cascades over his body. I pull the knots from his shoulders with a soapy massage. I kiss the pressures of the day away. Milo accepts my hour of worship without much of a fight.

When we are completely clean, calm, I dry both of us up. I pick Milo up bridal style to bring him to our bed. I slip our boxers on quickly. Laying him down softly, I fall over him. Kisses automatically ensue between the two of us. We entangle our bodies together, basking in the feeling of our touches to one another's skin.

I can tell my love is too tired to do much. I won't push. I can restrain myself, with a bit of effort. Instead of ravishing my husband until he is passed out below me, I fall down beside him to pull him into my chest.

Milo's hand roams my skin. He snuggled into me. His arms wrap around my torso while I cuddle with his sweet form.

"I'm tired." Milo whispers across my skin. I know he is. I have no doubt.

"Let's sleep." I offer quietly.

"No, let's talk. I missed you." Milo rubs his smooth cheek against my shoulder. I squeeze him to me tighter.

"How was the rest of your day?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"Rough. Luke wasn't excited about the hurricane gel. I think he hated the feeling of his mouth going numb." Milo gives me a tiny detail of what he goes through daily for us, for me.

"You're an amazing daddy." I am truly in awe of my husband. He is a natural.

"Sometimes I get frustrated. I let it out. I go outside and cry. Once in a while, I kick the tree." Milo laughs at his own admission.

I know that though. I see it on the security app. He kicks the tree a lot more often than he is letting on. It's hard to watch him snap. But, I know he needs a release.

"That doesn't make you a bad parent." I argue. He is far from bad. He is human. He is my person.

"I know. I just disappoint myself when I allow the pressure to build." Milo always puts so much weight on himself. That has not changed.

"You're doing wonderfully. Stop stressing." I turn Milo to his stomach so I can look at his honest olive eyes.

Those eyes. Those are the gems that caught my attention so many years ago. This is the face that I wake up to, go to sleep to. He's fucking gorgeous. His heart is a rare treasure. My koala is a fucking star.

Reaching down, I coo my head. I capture his pink lips between my own to kiss away his grief. He is far better than he gives himself credit for.

"I appreciate you so much. Koala, you are amazing. Please don't let being human be a flaw. It's not. You're wonderful." I kiss him again. I can feel his lips tremble. My baby does not always accept reassurance well. His mind plays mean tricks, letting him think being a person is not enough. He is more than enough.

"I'm sorry I didn't say I love you. I do love you, Batman. I was overwhelmed. Please forgive me." Milo looks at me sincerely. He's silly. I know that having a moment does not mean he does not love me. He needed a moment. It's my job to let him have a few minutes to let it out.

"Don't apologize. You are entitled to a moment." I cascade kisses down his face, peppering my love across his skin.

"You're sexy." Milo moans into my kiss.

"Mmm. Is that a fact?" I push up off of the bed to hover above my gorgeous husband.

"It is. How did you get so damn fine?" Milo trails his fingertips down my chest. His foot slides up my ankle, tracing my calf. I pull his thigh closer, grinding my stirring cock across against his bulge.

I don't know where that restraint went but, it's nonexistent now.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." My hand grips his hard on. My thumb runs a circle around his head. Yeah, I'm going to fuck him into the mattress.

Repositioning myself, I come down hard against his erection. My hips jut around finding that place that will have him intoning for me.

"You tired?" I ask. My hand never stops massaging his dick.

"Suddenly, I'm hungry." Milo giggles. His lips find my neck. He slips his hand between our bodies. I feel his cock spring out to scrape across my flesh. The precum is warm silk against my abs.

"Let me feed you." My hands yank at his boxers. I toss them to the side. My own go next.

"Ravish me." Milo pants against the air. I don't say much more as I take his leaking cock into my mouth. Playfully, I smack my lips around his throbbing member. Milo mewls indecently for me. Fuck, I love his reactions to my touch.

Our night continues with me inside of Milo. He accepts my distractions, offers a few of his own and delights me with his mouth on places that are his, only his.

By the time we pull away from one another, our chests heave. Sweat licks at our skin. Milo looks every bit of the part of just been fucked. I pull his body to my own to cage him in my embrace.

We fall asleep having released stress. The pressure to be good parents, ample partners and good friends will always exist. The important thing is to balance the weight of life with moments like these. My heart is full with love from the only man that I have and ever will call mine.