Book 9: Third Time's Not the Charm

Sarah

I wake to something squirming next to me then sharp fingernails poking at my breasts before Blake latches like the champion he is. I open my eyes, startled to find him next to me, and look down at my son, who’s wearing a fresh onesie in sage green and a new diaper, from what I can tell. 

I turn my head to look at the clock on my bedside table. It’s 7:00 AM. 

And there’s a piece of printer paper next to the clock with neat scrawl I don’t recognize. I flex my fingers, catching the edge of the paper, and drag it toward me while Blake makes soft, blissful cooing sounds as he nurses. 

That’s when I realize I’m totally naked, and the flavors, textures, and feelings from last night come hurtling back as I clutch the paper and read the text. 

I’ll be back in two days. 

Sydney. 

I set the paper down and look up at the ceiling. 

What have we done? 

My heart starts to race out o