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Mack too, for snapping at his wife.

“One of Waverly’s friends was at the daycare to meet me. She had Waverly’s purse and a cooler filled with her breastmilk Waverly had been pumping since this all started.”

Jesus, fuck.

I was standing there, holding my infant daughter, and my dick was getting hard at the mention of Waverly and breastfeeding.

I was either hard up or a sick fucker.

I’d go with hard up. It was easier that way.

Ignore it, I told myself, hoping no one saw my dick pressing against my jeans. I think the blanket around Alandria covered it. At least I wished it did.

Sarah Jane continued to explain when I said nothing to the contrary. “Waverly has a stock in the freezer at her apartment. But what’s in the cooler should be put in her fridge as soon as you get into the apartment. Then use what’s in the freezer. Each bag of milk is a single feeding.”

Making sure Alandria was secure in my embrace, I held up my free hand. “Wait a minute, Sarah Jane, what are you talking about it?”

The elder Mack stepped forward. “Like we said before. Waverly is going to be in surgery for a while. It would be best if you took Alandria home and stayed with her. We’ll call you as soon as Waverly is up for visitors. Obviously, it could take a little time.”

“I came with Mack and Ireland. I don’t even have my car!”

I didn’t realize I’d raised my voice until my baby daughter whimpered. Fuck. Not good, dumbass.I’d scared her already.

Sarah Jane held a set of keys in front of me. “You can take Waverly’s. The base to the car seat is already there, and I’ll give you her address and show you the key to the front door of her apartment.”

I blinked, not fully understanding what was happening.

Were these two out of their fucking minds?

They were trusting me with their granddaughter?

Mack Sr. chuckled. “Of course, we are, son. She’s your daughter. She belongs with you.”

I blew out a stream of air from between my lips. Son of a bitch, I said that out loud.

“You’ll be fine,” Sarah Jane said. “Someone needs to stay with Waverly.”

“What about Mack—”

“You think I’m about to leave my wife? Here? Alone? You’ve lost your mind,” Waverly’s dad stated.

“They said one person. You planning to sneak in?” I pressed, trying to not show how fucking terrified I was at being solely responsible for the baby in my arms.

Correction, my daughter.

“Nope. I plan on taking a long overdue nap in the back seat of my truck,” Mack Sr. stated, then yawned for show.

I couldn’t ask my sister. She had a baby of her own she needed to get to.

“Okay,” I agreed. “Text me her address. I’d appreciate it if someone would put the car seat Cobi is holding into Waverly’s car and show me how to strap her in.”

Ireland step forward and said, “I’ll do it.”

The group walked over to Waverly’s white Honda Civic while I rubbed my chin on my daughter’s head. Alandria smelled like a mix of lavender and baby powder. I liked it.

I watched as my sister snapped the seat into the base.

“Can I have her?” Ireland questioned.

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