Page 16 of Spring Break With a Baby Daddy
“Don’t worry. It’ll come.” Pulling on my arm, she steers me over to the island. “Now. Dig in. It’s not much but it’s protein and veg.”
While I’d been lost in thought, Vivi put together a plate of food. Cut carrot and cucumber, sliced peppers and meat, cheese cubes, and a dipping pot of…
“Is that ranch dressing?”
“Yes. With some chili powder mixed in to give it a little punch.”
“And peanut butter?”
“Yep.”
“It looks good.”
“Should fill us up enough to get through the night. Tomorrow we can head into town to get groceries.”
“We should order tonight, get it delivered. Save taking the baby out.”
“Oh. Yeah, probably not a good idea to take him out until we know what’s happening with him.”
“He’s staying here. With us.”
“Maybe.”
I straighten. “No. He stays here. And if we can find Lisa, she can stay here too.”
Vivi
The storm raging outside has me wondering if we’ll hear the baby. There isn’t any other noise in the house but with the way the rain and wind are lashing the house it isn’t silent in here.
“Should we go eat in the bedroom?” I ponder aloud as I calculate how hard it would be to move everything to Easton’s room. “Or should we bring the baby out here?”
“Why?”
I peel my eyes off the window and face Easton. “In case he wakes up and we don’t hear him over the storm. He hasn’t really cried since we found him and the ones he has made haven’t been very loud.”
“I’ll grab the food, you get our drinks.”
Before I can protest, Easton has piled everything onto one plate and headed for the bedroom. He moved so quickly I’m left alone in the kitchen not even a minute after I voiced my thoughts and he made the decision.
“Huh.” I look around to be sure we haven’t forgotten anything before taking two bottles of water from the fridge. “Guess we’re eating in the bedroom.”
By the time I arrive in Easton’s room, he’s moved the drawer from the floor to the middle of his bed and set our plate of food on the mattress above it where a pillow would normally be.
“I didn’t like the idea of him being on the floor. Up here we won’t trip over him in the middle of the night.”
I frown at the floor where I put the baby down earlier. He’s right. It would be too easy for either of us to trip over the drawer and land on the baby. And Easton’s bed is definitely big enough to hold the drawer and a person on either side of it.
I’d go as far as saying there’s space for two people each side of the drawer. And now I’m thinking about sleeping in Easton’s bed.
With Easton.
Even the thought of a baby between us doesn’t stop my body from reacting to the idea of sharing a bed with the man I’ve lusted after for months.
“Come and eat.” He tips his chin in the direction of the baby. “He was stirring when I came in. Had to pat his back for a bit after I moved him.”
I take in the man I’ve tried my hardest to keep at arm’s length. He’s got his back to the headboard, his long legs stretched toward the bottom of the mattress, and the reason for the super-sized bed is obvious.
Anything smaller and he wouldn’t fit.
