How To Be Patient - Feisty Series (4 of 5)

~Natasha’s Point of View~When meeting artists out in public I used to go all out, really dress up. Hair, make-up and all that. I wanted to look good next to them, especially as I got older. Well … father time creeping up into my life is what got me knocked up in the first place. It was like after I turned 30 my ovaries started fucking with me.I met Lukas on the sidewalk, just outside a hipster bar I’d never normally be caught dead in, and the way Lukas looked at it told me he felt the same.I took in his navy blue t-shirt with dark blue jeans with black Jordan sneakers on his feet. Not at all dressy, but he pulled it off well. His shaggy hair was kind of curly, still damp from the shower. He had it a bit shaved up on the sides. It was obvious he hadn’t styled it and I nearly caught myself wanting to reach up and touch it. He had the boy next door cute little vibe complete with dimples and if not for the reputation that seemed to walk a foot in front of him he’d be I dare say adorabl

~Natasha’s Point of View~ “I just can’t get over how quickly you had him, that’s not common for your first pregnancy I don’t think,” Nadine said. I smiled down at my little baby Louie and pretty much ignored my twin sister. I rubbed his little soft patch of light brown hair. I was so in love. Any reservations I had, especially about doing this alone, were gone. At least for now, easy to say when I was still in the hospital. She’d been married for about nine years and had three kids so of course she’d been trying to tell me everything. Some stuff I did appreciate but for the most part I was ready for her to get the hell out. Our mom had passed when we were ten, and our father, who'd been like our hero, had a massive heart attack a couple years ago and didn’t make it. She was all I really had, though there were some cousins on the east coast. I wasn’t at all close to my aunts and uncles. “I just can’t believe you’re really going to do this alone, Tash. It’s really fucking hard. Lik

~Natasha’s Point of View~ Lukas messaged me multiple times after “the incident” and even left a couple voicemails. Good … just let him sweat! Yeah the last thing I needed was to be banging on HIS door at four am looking like a shiftless hobo in front of some hot little young thing with perky tits who looked freshly fucked. I hated to admit that the whole thing got to me, not her comment necessarily but just seeing him with someone. It was completely irrational, I more than knew his reputation. I more than knew how he felt about me having a baby. Don’t hope, you idiot. There’s no point. It's obvious what he wants. A paper thin, dime a dozen club girl. The very girls I hated in college, frat mattresses. I’d gained thirty freaking pounds having Louie and how much had I lost? Eight and a half pounds, exactly what he weighed! But that was another frustration. Nobody tells you that when you breastfeed and pump you’re fucking ravenous. I wake up sometimes ready to eat my hand off, I'm

~Natasha’s Point of View~ “Everything looks good Natasha, you’re really doing great, he’s gained an ounce so that’s perfect. Normally when babies go home that first day or two they can actually lose a bit of weight as they get some poop out and excess fluids, then settle into a routine,” the doctor said. I beamed at my little bundle, he was actually awake but just staring off into space. I was so happy with the positive news that I felt like staying out, maybe I just wasn’t quite ready to go home. My mind already knew exactly where I wanted to go. The doctor left and gave me some space, I went ahead and nursed since even though I did it before I left home, that had been a couple hours ago. I’d had a few errands to run and then waited in a long line to get a car wash. I confirmed my next couple of appointments and accepted a cute bedtime story book from the nurse before heading out. One of my favorite spots to just sit and get lost is a cafe a few miles from my condo. It’s got a f

~Natasha’s Point of View~ WHAAAAAA WHAAAA WHAAAAAA “Ugh,” I moaned, rolling over. My tits were heavy, aching. If Louie didn’t get me up to nurse they would have. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay,” I heard, snapping me fully into reality. I darted upright and looked around my bedroom, confused. “Don’t wake mommy, let her sleep,” I heard, even further confusing me. There’s a man in my house. Talking to my baby!! I shot off the bed, but the harsh movement made me pause for a moment and hold my head. I quickly yawned and felt all over how tired I was, and the flood of last night hit me. Lukas Trent is in my house. He spent the night here. He slept on my couch. Feisty’s drummer … slept … on … my couch. Without another thought I darted to the bathroom and practically squealed in shock at myself. At lightning speed I washed my face, brushed my hair and teeth then put my mop in a quick bun. I put on enough make-up to make me feel humanish. I really needed a shower though. Louie was still