to Srikkanth’s side and laying his hand on Sophie’s forehead. “She feels hot.”
“She’s been like that all day,” Srikkanth verified.
“I think we need to take her to the doctor,” Jaime said. “She obviously isn’t well. Do you want me to call and make an appointment?”
“Would you take her instead?” Srikkanth asked, knowing his voice was pitiful but unable to care. He was exhausted from listening to Sophie cry all day. “I’ll call the doctor.”
“Of course,” Jaime said, scooping Sophie out of Srikkanth’s arms and rocking her against his chest. “It’s going to be all right, mi hija ,” he crooned. “Daddy’s going to take you to the doctor, and we’re going to get you all fixed up. Just relax and hang on a little bit longer.”
Srikkanth came back into the room a few minutes later. “They have an opening in an hour,” he told Jaime. “They said it sounded like an ear infection.”
“At least they can see her today,” Jaime said, rocking Sophie soothingly. “Why don’t you go take a shower, get something to eat, just take a break? I can hold her until it’s time to go.”
Srikkanth was ridiculously grateful. Summoning a tired smile, he went back downstairs to eat. It had been a hideous day, not knowing what to do to help Sophie, afraid she was sick but not sure it wasn’t another bout of colic. Granted, she hadn’t had one in awhile, but that didn’t mean she’d never have another one. Several times, he’d started to pick up the phone and call Jaime, but that felt too much like admitting defeat.
Or admitting the other feelings he’d developed for his friend. He was afraid to admit that even more than he was to admit he needed help. After all, anyone could need help, and they’d already established that he had no idea what he was doing where Sophie was concerned. Things had gotten better, obviously. He knew how to deal with the daily routine now, but her crying today hadn’t been routine. He’d never been so glad to see someone as he was to see Jaime when he came home today.
With a sigh, Srikkanth headed to the shower, needing the hot water to help him relax. Maybe he’d jerk off while he was in there. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come. Certainly before Sophie was born. He couldn’t very well jerk off with her sleeping in the same room, and all of his showers had been rushed, not knowing how long she’d sleep and not wanting her to wake and cry for him while he was bathing. Now, knowing she was safe in Jaime’s arms, no matter how upset, he could relax for a bit and let go. If nothing else, it would put him in a better frame of mind for whatever the doctor had to say.
Stripping down, he climbed beneath the hot spray, letting the water soothe away his fatigue. He took his time washing his hair, the feel of it brushing his shoulders a reminder that he hadn’t had a haircut since before Sophie was born either. It wouldn’t be too much longer before he’d have to go back to work. Maybe he ought to see if Jaime would mind watching her for an hour or two one evening so he could visit the barber.
Thinking about Jaime brought back his other mission in the shower. Leaning against the shower wall, he closed his eyes and summoned an image of his sexy roommate the way he’d seen him yesterday, shirtless and sweaty. In his fantasy, Jaime wasn’t walking away from him to get Sophie, but rather walking toward him with intent. Srikkanth shivered despite the heat of the water, imagining Jaime’s elegant features transformed with lust. God, he wanted to see that.
His hand drifted lower, across his abdomen and down to his cock. Circling it with his fist, he stroked leisurely, letting the tension build as he pictured Jaime in the shower with him, imagined it was Jaime’s hand on his cock and Jaime’s cock in his hand. He shuddered at the burst of need that spun through him at the thought. He’d never let
“She’s been like that all day,” Srikkanth verified.
“I think we need to take her to the doctor,” Jaime said. “She obviously isn’t well. Do you want me to call and make an appointment?”
“Would you take her instead?” Srikkanth asked, knowing his voice was pitiful but unable to care. He was exhausted from listening to Sophie cry all day. “I’ll call the doctor.”
“Of course,” Jaime said, scooping Sophie out of Srikkanth’s arms and rocking her against his chest. “It’s going to be all right, mi hija ,” he crooned. “Daddy’s going to take you to the doctor, and we’re going to get you all fixed up. Just relax and hang on a little bit longer.”
Srikkanth came back into the room a few minutes later. “They have an opening in an hour,” he told Jaime. “They said it sounded like an ear infection.”
“At least they can see her today,” Jaime said, rocking Sophie soothingly. “Why don’t you go take a shower, get something to eat, just take a break? I can hold her until it’s time to go.”
Srikkanth was ridiculously grateful. Summoning a tired smile, he went back downstairs to eat. It had been a hideous day, not knowing what to do to help Sophie, afraid she was sick but not sure it wasn’t another bout of colic. Granted, she hadn’t had one in awhile, but that didn’t mean she’d never have another one. Several times, he’d started to pick up the phone and call Jaime, but that felt too much like admitting defeat.
Or admitting the other feelings he’d developed for his friend. He was afraid to admit that even more than he was to admit he needed help. After all, anyone could need help, and they’d already established that he had no idea what he was doing where Sophie was concerned. Things had gotten better, obviously. He knew how to deal with the daily routine now, but her crying today hadn’t been routine. He’d never been so glad to see someone as he was to see Jaime when he came home today.
With a sigh, Srikkanth headed to the shower, needing the hot water to help him relax. Maybe he’d jerk off while he was in there. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come. Certainly before Sophie was born. He couldn’t very well jerk off with her sleeping in the same room, and all of his showers had been rushed, not knowing how long she’d sleep and not wanting her to wake and cry for him while he was bathing. Now, knowing she was safe in Jaime’s arms, no matter how upset, he could relax for a bit and let go. If nothing else, it would put him in a better frame of mind for whatever the doctor had to say.
Stripping down, he climbed beneath the hot spray, letting the water soothe away his fatigue. He took his time washing his hair, the feel of it brushing his shoulders a reminder that he hadn’t had a haircut since before Sophie was born either. It wouldn’t be too much longer before he’d have to go back to work. Maybe he ought to see if Jaime would mind watching her for an hour or two one evening so he could visit the barber.
Thinking about Jaime brought back his other mission in the shower. Leaning against the shower wall, he closed his eyes and summoned an image of his sexy roommate the way he’d seen him yesterday, shirtless and sweaty. In his fantasy, Jaime wasn’t walking away from him to get Sophie, but rather walking toward him with intent. Srikkanth shivered despite the heat of the water, imagining Jaime’s elegant features transformed with lust. God, he wanted to see that.
His hand drifted lower, across his abdomen and down to his cock. Circling it with his fist, he stroked leisurely, letting the tension build as he pictured Jaime in the shower with him, imagined it was Jaime’s hand on his cock and Jaime’s cock in his hand. He shuddered at the burst of need that spun through him at the thought. He’d never let
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