Page 10 of Spring Break With a Baby Daddy
“No. I mean him falling off the table.”
“Falling…” My gaze moves back to the baby lying on Easton’s dining table. “You think he’ll fall off?”
“The video said to make sure you keep a hand on the baby at all times so they don’t roll over and fall.”
His serious face, the concern in his eyes, has my insides warming. He might be a bachelor in his mid-thirties and clueless when it comes to babies but he’s willing to learn and he’s taking those lessons seriously.
Never underestimate the sexiness of a man taking care of a baby.
My biological clock isn’t even ticking and the sight of Easton with a baby has my chest warming, my ovaries pulsing, and my womb clamping with need.
It’s ridiculous how turned on I am right now.
Dislodging all sexy thoughts, I get back to the conversation. “I think he’s too little to roll over yet.”
“Maybe. But we should get in the habit of doing it now so when he can roll over, we won’t have any issues remembering.”
“You’re planning to keep him.” It’s not a question—he’s alluded to it all night, but Easton answers me anyway.
“It’s what Lisa wants.” He frowns as he manages to get a clean diaper right way round and fastened. “Whoever the fuck Lisa is,” he mutters.
“She is young.”
Not taking a hand off the baby, Easton brings his head up and locks eyes with me. “You saw her?”
“No. Not clearly. But I’d say she’s late teens, early twenties at most.”
“Fuck!” He uses his free hand to scrub at his face. “We need to find her.”
“Going off my estimation, and what she said in her letter, she would have been a kid, well, pre puberty I’d say, when you knew her. So simple math, let’s say, ten years ago or more. Where were you, what were you doing?”
“A few years out of college.”
“Maybe still in college? Who did you know that had a daughter and was a single mom. Lisa said her mom was disappointed because she hadn’t wanted her to turn out like she did.”
“Okay, single mom…” His gaze moves to the window where the storm still rages outside. With a sigh, he mumbles, “I’ve got nothing.”
“That’s okay. We’ve got a starting point and it’s not like we can go anywhere at the moment.”
“I’m going to have to go out.”
“What? Why?”
“We’ll be out of diapers before morning.”
“Oh.” I look at the two soiled ones Easton dropped on the floor at our feet. “I’ll get rid of those. How many more were in the bag?” Picking up the dirty ones, I walk over to the trash.
“Two.” Our gazes lock again. “It’s either you or me going out in this to get some. We should check the formula too. See if we need more of that.”
“And baby wipes. You went through half the packet on that one.”
“Fuck.”He shakes his head. “We need to get better at this.”
“You will.”
“We, Vivi.Wewill.Weare doing this.”
“I didn’t agree to your request.”
