Page 108 of I Knead You Tonight

“You made something?”

“With my hands? No. But with my credit card and ordering capabilities? Yes.”

Chuckling, I brush my hand over my son’s head, bending to give him a quick kiss. “Mommy missed you today, little angel. I hope you were good.”

I look to Winston for the answer, since he was the one who took over babysitting duties for the day.

“We had loads of fun. Lots of naps for some reason.”

“It’s the teething. It’s wearing him out.”

“It’s wearingmeout.”

I wince. “I’m sorry about that. I’ll be around to help out more now that I’m done with the doubles.”

“No need to apologize. As weird as it is for me to say, I actually enjoy spending time with him. It’s neat getting to see him learn new things every day. Kind of like this.”

Winston shoots his brows up, and Riker, though he takes a few seconds to register it, mimics him.

I laugh and whip out my phone to capture the moment. I make Winston do it over and over, getting it on video and snapping a few pictures.

“When he wasn’t napping, that was basically all we did today.”

“I love it. I’m kind of sad I couldn’t be here to watch him do it the first time.”

“Don’t do that, Drew.”

“Do what?”

“Guilt yourself for having a life. You won’t always be there for every moment and that’s perfectly okay. When you’re not there, I’ll be there. Between the two of us, we’ll capture it all.”

His words sound so…permanent.

So…real.

So right.

Simon’s words from earlier ring in my head.

He loves harder than anyone else I’ve ever met.

His words…his promise…sounded a whole lot like what someone in love would say.

Does Winston…love me?

I clear my throat, pushing the thought away, trying to not get my hopes up because the likelihood of Winston loving me is pretty damn slim.

“Thank you for dinner,” I say, picking up my fork and digging in. “You read my mind on getting something easy. I actually stopped by Grab ’N’ Grocery on my way home, figured we could just have frozen burritos or something. This is much better than my idea.”

“We’ll do burritos tomorrow then.”

“Two days of laziness?” I mock gasp. “How bold.”

“Bold or just ingenious?”

“Yes.” I laugh, taking a bite of the pasta. “Holy crap. This is delicious.”

“Wish I could take credit, but it’s all my father’s cooking.”

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