Hot Coffee (The Hollens) novel Chapter 63

Emma's POV

"I don't want a birthday party," I said to him as we attended to the children.

"Baby why?"

"Because I don't want a bunch of people meeting the twins at just a week old. I want to just have dinner here with the staff and Nana."

"Okay."

"Ethan, you're going to spoil Evan if you keep raising him every time he cries for affection." I watched as my soon-to-be husband took the baby boy out of the crib and placed him against his hard chest. 

Evan stopped cried and began to smile in the arms of his father. He was already spoiled by Ethan and it amazed me how much he was attached to him instantly, like he had been waiting to meet his dad.

"I love him and he smells so nice," he said sniffing him, which made me laugh. 

I picked up Emily and cuddled her in my arms. She was more attached to me than Evan. Evan only wanted my milk but longed for his father's time and attention. I didn't know what I'd do when Ethan went  back to work and Evan realized he was gone.

I dreaded today because Ethan was leaving to go back to the office. 

He kissed the children and gave me a long sweet one before going out the door. 

I watched them slept soundly. 

Thank goodness they haven't woken up yet. 

I took a bath and began to read a book. At the eighth chapter, I heard small cooing noises, but no cries. Emily was awake but Evan was still fast asleep. I picked her up so she wouldn't start crying and wake him. 

I laid her on the bed and changed her pampers and her clothes, remembering when I was taking classes on how to raise a baby. 

Seven months ago Ethan had organized for me to attend a baby class to learn how to care for a baby-- or babies-- in the correct way. They taught how to hold them, bath them, dress them, brush their hair, nurse them, show them affection, lay them down after nursing, make them burp, even if they fell asleep, what you should wear to have easier access for breast feeding, what not to use on your skin, and what to do when they started growing up.

It was a wonderful experience, very informative and well taught. I learned everything I needed to know. I made new friends with expecting mothers who promised they'd drop by after their deliveries. 

I laid Emily against my chest and began to read softly. Evan woke up and began crying immediately. Emily heard his cry and began crying too. I laid her on the bed and picked up Evan. I changed his clothes and diaper and placed him next to his sister. They looked up at me with wet eyes but had stopped crying.

"Hi babies," I said in a childish voice, hoping they wouldn't break into another cry. 

Emily smiled; Evan remain straight faced as if he were judging me because I was not his father. 

I looked at the wall clock: 7:00 am. The nanny was expected to be here any minute to assist with the kids. Ethan hired a nanny because he knew I wouldn't be able to handle the two without any help. 

Evan stirred to cry again, but Emily was smiling at my funny faces which made Evan stop and began smiling too. I was relieved when they weren't crying, just making cooing noises to each other and watching me read. They were so adorable. Two bundles of joy.

A knock came on the door. I opened it and my nanny walked in.

"Good morning Mrs. Hollen."

"Hi. They're not riled up yet and I think I can manage for now. So why don't you head down to breakfast and I'll call you when I need you?"

"Of course, Mrs. Hollen."

The nanny lived in the chambers and assisted with the housework when I didn't need her.