Page 68 of This Baby Business
With me, there was never any doubt what I felt about any situation.
He tossed Grace up in the air, so certain that he’d catch her. I was only the nanny, but I pureed fresh fruit so Grace could eat healthier.
And were we supposed to be living together now, in his home? Because I didn’t see how Irene would believe that a woman lived here in this…testosterone-filled house. There were no touches of femininity. No flowers or pastel colors. Either way, I’d take Levi’s lead and go along with it. It was my fault we were engaged in the first place.
When I heard Levi’s truck pull into the driveway, I took a seat on the leather couch, Grace on my lap, poised for their entrance. Lights! Camera! Action!
Levi opened the door and held it for Irene, who walked through.
“Hello,” I said to both of them.
Grace squealed and held out her arms for Levi. Irene seemed to believe the excitement was for her, and not because Levi stood directly behind her.
“Grace!” Irene picked her up and kissed her plump cheek, then turned to me. “I hope I’m not intruding, but I’ve had a terrible day and Levi offered.”
He did, did he?“No worries. It’s good to see you.”
“Hey, babe.” Levi pulled me in for a squeeze. “How was your day?”
I stared up at him. He seemed natural in this domestic bliss scenario. I, however, was clueless. “Uh, good.”
“Dinner ready?”
Okay, that was a damn glint of mischief in his eyes. He was having some fun with me.
“There was a bit of a failure on that end.”
“Uh-oh. Burn it again?”
I glared at him.
His lips twitched.
“Please don’t go to any trouble for me,” Irene said. “Maybe we can just order takeout. You’re both busy professionals, after all. I don’t know how you do it.”
“Carly prides herself on a home-cooked meal every night,” Levi said. “She works all day, then spends her nights cooking and cleaning. I try to get her to stop and take a break, but she won’t listen to me.”
I was going to kill him.
“Super Mom.” Irene smiled. “Grace, you’re so lucky.”
“I’m the lucky one.” Levi grinned.
Well, he wouldn’t feel so lucky when I relieved him of his manhood. “What can I say? I try.”
“Oh, she does more than try. I’m one happy man.” He kissed me, a long, deep kiss that had me losing both my footing and a tiny piece of my mind. It was an 8.0 on the Richter scale of PDA.
“Oh, my,” Irene said.
When Levi finally broke off the kiss, for the second time that week, I turned to see a grandma shielding Grace’s eyes.
“Babe, we’ve talked about this.” I smiled through gritted teeth.
He threw up his hands. “I’m sorry, I can’t help myself.”
“Oh yes, yes, you can.” I said. “By the way, babe. Your gym bag? I threw it and all the stinky clothes in it away. I was worried about toxic smells near the baby.”
His eyes narrowed. “I needed a new gym bag anyway.”
