Page 80 of I Knead You Tonight

After what feels like ages, he starts to quiet, and I make my way to the crib he loves so much.

It makes me happy that something as simple as my poorly crafted mobile can bring such a smile to his face.

“I thought you didn’t like babies.”

I turn toward the bed. Drew’s lying on her side, watching us.

“I don’t.”

“It seems to me you like Riker.”

I place him gently into his bed, patting his belly as he fights with all his might to keep his sleepy eyes open.

“He’s an exception.”

“It’s the ginger hair and bright eyes, isn’t it? Makes him irresistible.”

“How the fuck did he end up with red hair?”

She chuckles. “Beats me. Nobody in my family has it as far as I know. Must be from Chadwick’s side somewhere.”

“That asshole wasn’t a ginger, right?” She shakes her head. “That’s how I thought I remembered him.”

“Remembered him?” Drew sits up. “I never brought him into Slice…”

Oh fuck.

“You sure about that? I—”

“I’m positive, Winston.” She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her tits up, my attention falling to her rack. “Don’t play games with me.”

I push away from the crib, squaring my shoulders and readying myself for this fight, because it’s going to be a long one.

“It’s the middle of the night. Do we really want to do this now?”

“Yes. I want to do this now,” she insists.

“Fine, then we should probably move this somewhere else so we don’t wake Riker.”

She doesn’t say anything, just shoves up from the bed and stomps into the living room.

Well, this is going to be fun.

I don’t trudge her way immediately, dragging my feet at the dresser, delaying this knockdown drag-out as much as I can.

When I finally make it into the living room, she’s fuming.

I can see it in her eyes. They look almost black at this point.

“What did you mean by that’s how you remembered him?” she says right away. “When did you meet Chadwick? Did you—”

She pauses, angry eyes raking over me.

“Winston, did you just change your outfit?”

“Yes.”

“What? Why?”

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