#myles david brashier

[brashierc]

Check the Crib

You sighed as you flopped on the couch, conveniently on the cushion Connor’s arm was slung over. He grinned, curling his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his body. 

“Hey Baby.” He whispered, planting a long smooch to your temple.

It’d been a long night. With Myles catching a cold from preschool and needing constant nose blowing help and wrangling him into taking cough medication, then to Bella having a total meltdown when it came to bed time, you were completely exhausted.

“Hey.” You sighed, curling into his warm body, nosing into his neck.

“You okay?” 

“Yeah, I’ve just had this headache all day and her screaming for the past hour didn’t help.”

“Babe,” He whines, “You should have told me I would have given you Myles.” He groans.

You smile, kissing his warm skin quickly before resting your head on his shoulder and staring at the TV screen that was showing the basketball game highlights.

“Hold on.” He hums, kissing your pouting lips before jumping up and rushing to the kitchen.

You pull the blanket that’s folded on the end of the couch over to your lap, unfolding it and rolling yourself into it. Connor returns minutes later carrying a glass of water in his right hand, a glass of wine in his left, theres a beer bottle tucked between his ribs and his elbow and you can hear a rattle of something from the pocket of his basketball shorts.

His smile lights up his whole face when you perk up at the sight of him, leaning forward. He sets the glasses on the coffee table in front of you, grabbing his beer before he drops it and setting that down too. You watch as he sits next to you again, pulling your headache medicine bottle from the pocket of his shorts. He shakes out two pills and hands them to you, pushing the glass of water towards you. 

“You didn’t have to get me these Babe, I was about to.” 

“I got it, you handled Bella all on your own the least I can do it take care of you. It’s kind of my job as your husband.” 

You blush at his words, shaking your head before taking your meds. You set your glass of water back down and reach for the wine before he stops you.

“Ah ah ah.” He swats playfully at your hand. “Drink all of your water Miss.” 

You giggle but play along, “But I don’t want to!” 

He smiles, picking up your glass and holding it out to you. “You can have your wine once you finish your water.” 

“That’s all I get? Is wine?” 

“And I’ll give you a kiss.” 

“Deal!” 

He laughs as he watches you chug the water making a show of slamming the glass down and turning to him with puckered lips.

“Holy fuck I love you.” He giggles before giving your very much deserved kiss.

“Thanks I love you too.” You respond once he’s pulled away. “Can I have my wine now?” 

“You can have anything you want.” He mutters, grabbing his beer as you grab your wine before settling you back into his chest as he focuses on the the TV again.

It’s been exactly 20 minutes since you sat down when you hear Bella crying. You whine, turning into Connor’s shoulder. “I was really hoping she’d be down for awhile.” 

“I got her.” He hums, patting your shoulder so he could get up.

“But I’m on Bella duty.” You protest.

It wasn’t a lie that you and Connor are trying the whole tag team with the kids. Now that you have two your on man to man defense, and if you didn’t play that way it could get chaotic and stressful.

“It’s okay Baby, I got her.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Totally.” He nods, setting his beer down and standing up to climb the stairs.

“I’m so going to blow you tonight.” You muttered as he walked away. He looked back over his shoulder, eyes significantly darker. 

“Fuck I love being married.” He whispered to himself as he climbed the stairs closer to the blood curdling screams. “Bella,” He sighed as he opened the door. “Girly, you making your Mama crazy.” 

She calmed a little at his voice but still whimpered as she stood in her crib, tears clinging to her long lashes. 

“Honey you need to go nigh nigh,” He whispered. “That’s why you’re crying, because you’re tired.” He reached down and laid her back down in her crib but she started screaming again. “Babygirl,” He shushed her. “Isabella you need to breathe.” 

Connor looked around, and then shook the corner of her crib to test how sturdy it was. Seemingly satisfied with how it didn’t budge he did the only thing he could think to do. He swung a leg over the rail of the crib and climbed in. He scooted to the side and laid on his back while Bella climbed up on his chest.

“Is that what you wanted?” He asked when she instantly stopped crying. “You just wanted cuddles from Daddy?” 

She whimpered and clutched his shirt but her eyes fluttered closed while she took a few deep breaths.

Connor stayed and rubbed her back, looking up at the ceiling. Before he knew it his eyes were feeling droopy and he let them shut and sleep pull him to his dreamland.

**

You roused from your tiny nap when the news flashed with a weather report. You sat up disoriented, looking around and squinting to read the time on the bottom right hand corner of the TV. How was it 11:57pm already? 

You leaned for the remote to turn the TV down when you noticed Connor’s full beer still sitting on the coffee table. Standing up you peeked into his office down the hall and saw the lights were off and he wasn’t there. 

“Connor?” You whispered, shutting the TV off completely, heading off to search for him.

You start climbing the stairs slowly, sleep still aching your joints.

You look down the hall where Bella’s room was open. You tip toe closer and peek inside not seeing him in the rocking chair. You shut the door behind you and continue your search coming up short in Myles room, the laundry room, and your bedroom. You dial his number after you’ve checked the entire house and come up empty.

You can hear his ‘Friends’ theme song ringer going off and you start walking closer down the hall as it gets louder. Your brows furrow as you open Bella’s room again, taking a step in this time and finding the most soft thing in the world.

There passed out holding his daughter on his chest was Connor David Brashier in Isabella’s crib. You snicker lightly as you take a picture and then quickly put your phone away to wake him.

You nudge his arm, trying your hardest not to scare him since he was holding Bella. You caress his cheek, smiling when his eyes flutter open.

“Hi Baby.” He smiles, face all sleepy swollen. 

You coo, “Hi Hon.” You whisper.

“Whatcha doing?” He mumbles.

“Honey,” You rub your thumb on his cheek. “Don’t freak out.” 

“Okiii” He smiles.

“You fell asleep, and you’re holding Bella.” 

At this his eyes widen, finally becoming totally aware that he wasn’t dreaming. His head whips up as he looks to his chest where Bella is asleep. “Oh my god.” He whisper cries. “I can’t believe I fell asleep!” He looks to you with horror in his eyes. “I could have rolled on her!” 

“You didn’t.” You shake your head, still rubbing his cheek. 

“Oh my-”

“Shh, lets get you out of there and off to bed Sleepy Boy.” 

He slowly shifts Bella onto the mattress and carefully climbs out of the crib. You take his hand leading him to your bedroom to get ready for bed. When you step into the bathroom you hear him exit the room for a moment. When you start pulling the covers on the bed back he reenters. 

“Where’d you go?” 

“Double checking the house was locked.” He hums, sliding past you to check and make sure both baby monitors for Myles and Bella were on. Once he’s checked everything and plugged his phone in he sheds his jeans and t shirt and climbs into bed after you. 

“You’re an amazing father.” You rub his back as he tries to get comfortable. 

“Yeah?” He asks softly.

“The absolute best, I think I completely melted when I found you with her.” 

He grins when he feels your arms snake around his torso. He grabs your hand, pulling you closer so your flush against his back. When he feels your bare chest to his bare back his eyes pop open. 

“Are you topless right now?” 

“Yeah, are you ready to go to sleep or did you want to....” 

He rolls over in an instant, rolling you under him so he’s hovering over you. 

“Fuck I love you.” He grins, leaning down to kiss your neck. 

This time around, you two weren’t interrupted when you needed a moment with each other.