Page 69 of The Best Bad Decision

The next time I look over to Cam’s suite, he and Maisy are playing a new game he found for her tablet. It’s designed for kids who are a little older than Maisy, but with Cam’s help she seems to be getting the hang of parking planes in spaces on an animated ramp, almost like a cartoon jigsaw puzzle. The way she grins up at him has my breath catching, and when he leans down to press a gentle kiss to her hair, my thighs clench.

I’ve known for years that this man does things to me. The effect he has on me is unmatched, but seeing him embrace fatherhood—seeing him with our daughter, holding our little girl, the one we created from our own bodies—I can’t explain what that does to me. It sets every nerve ending alight. It has my ovaries twitching low in my abdomen, my breath catching in my throat. It overwhelms me with so much love, I can hardly breathe. I swore I was one and done with having babies, but I’d have a million more of them if it meant seeing him like this.

Katy

@Amie how’s the flight?

Amie

Fine thanks. Long. C & M playing a game.

Lolo

u guys joined the mile high club yet?

Amie

Lo, we’re travelling with a three-year-old. I don’t even get to pee alone in my own house.

ROO

Lo, u seriously need to get laid.

Lolo

is ur bro single

ROO

he’s so not your type

Lolo

???

Katy

she means he has a dick, Lo

Lolo

i don’t mind a bit of dick im an equalopportunities lover

Katy

You mean you’re a big slaggy slag

Lolo

thanks for noticing i am a big slutty hoe xoxo

Katy

Anytime darlin, I love you xoxo

I smile and click my phone off, settling down into my seat to get some sleep. It’s a rarity on flights. Granted, I’m usually working, but on the rare occasions I’m not, I usually have Maisy to take care of. But she’s safely in her daddy’s arms right now. My belly quivers again as I glance over and see their heads pressed together, Maisy’s curls blending seamlessly into Cam’s stylishly ruffled ‘do. I’m exhausted and have a self-inflicted headache after one too many margaritas at Ruth’s place last night.

I stretch out, push the button to lay my seat flat, and tug the blanket up to my chin. Within minutes, I’m drifting off.

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