Page 18 of Spring Break With a Baby Daddy
An answering smile pulls at my mouth. “I am.”
“Will you learn how to take care of the little man with me?”
“Is that what you want? Neither of us agreed to this when you asked me out and I said yes.”
“And yet, I’m not sorry this is how things turned out. You, in my house, sharing my space, and the little boy someone I don’t remember entrusted me with.”
“How will this work?”
“You’ll move in. We’ll look after him, find his mother and make sure this is really what she wants and if it isn’t we’ll find a way to support her so she can take him back.”
“You’d do that?”
“Yes. Like you said, I’m rich. I can hire nannies so she can work or go to school or whatever. Hell, I could just pay her to stay home with him.”
“You need to remember who Lisa is.”
“I will.” He gives my hand another tug. “Now come eat something. And while we still have power let’s research what a newborn needs.”
“Hadley and Laney said they’d email me a list.”
“Good. Vail has already been bombarding my phone with things. Links to furniture and accessories online I can have delivered.”
“First is a bed.” I nod in the baby’s direction. “He can’t sleep in that for long.”
“No. We need furniture. Which room should we set him up in?”
“This one for now. That means a cradle. Once he’s bigger we can get a cot and pick a room.”
“Probably the one next to this one.”
“Maybe.”
“Until then, the three of us will stay in here.”
I don’t know how I feel about that. I want to, or my body does. There isn’t a single part of me that doesn’t want to bephysically close to Easton. Except my brain. It’s screaming with warning bells.
The last time I let a guy into my life, he ended up betraying me in the worst way. Lucky I’m smart. And once I worked out what he was doing, it was easy enough to unwind what he’d done and leave.
And if he found himself the recipient of identity theft, I can’t confirm or deny involvement.
“Hey.”
I look at Easton. “Huh?”
“You keep disappearing into that head of yours.”
I shrug. “Can’t help it. My brain is always spinning.”
“Well, spin it to moving your legs and get on the bed so we can eat before little man wakes or the power goes out.” He nudges me toward the bed. “And let’s not forget we’re going to be up with him a few times during the night. We should rest when we can.”
A smile pulls at my lips. “Look at you with all your baby knowledge.”
“It’s not me. Vail keeps reminding me to sleep when the baby sleeps.” When I look at him in question he shrugs and says, “I guess Van wasn’t a good sleeper or something.”
“You don’t remember?” I ask as I finally move to the bed and climb on, being extra careful not to disturb the drawer holding our precious charge.
“No. I spent a lot of time on the west coast. Vail and Quade stayed here or Charleston or New York while we built the business.”
