Page 22 of Spring Break With a Baby Daddy
“Yeah.” He shrugs. “Honestly, I’m surprised they haven’t shown up before now.”
“I’ll put him in the bedroom.”
“Okay. I’ll let them in. Bring in anything they’ve brought with them.”
“Give me a second and I’ll help.”
I messaged Laney last night and asked her to bring some of my clothes over this morning. As comfortable as I am in Easton’s clothes, I want my own. And if I’m moving in, I’ll need to get them anyway.
Little man goes down easy. So far he’s proven to be a good sleeper. Hell, he’s good in general. He eats, burps, poops, and sleeps, and the eat, burp, poop part happen quickly. I might be tired but it isn’t because of a fussy baby.
No, my lack of sleep can be placed at Easton’s feet.
Sharing a bed, even with a makeshift cradle between us, proved difficult to deal with. And not because I didn’t want to be there. Just the opposite.
I wanted to be in Easton’s bed without the baby barrier between us.
My libido has been active from the second I saw Easton covered in nothing but a pair of tight swim trunks and water, but put us in the same room and things ramp up—fast.
I’ve gotten used to the constant state of awareness. Except that’s nothing compared to what it’s like when we’re sharing a bed.
And watching him take care of a baby?
Yeah, never mind ovary explosions, think womb implosions and wet panties.
Damn, the man is sexy with his muscles and tats but wrap those around a newborn and I cannot be blamed for my body’s reactions.
“Hey.”
Glancing over my shoulder I see Laney in the doorway, my rolling bag at her feet. “Hi.”
“I bought your suitcase. Tossed your toiletries in too. Vail said he’ll do a couple of trips back and forth today until everything is here.”
“Oh. He doesn’t have to do that.”
“Let him. It’ll help him feel like he’s paid you back.”
Her words have me frowning. “He’s always paying me back.”
“You protected his heart, Vivi, there’s no repaying that.”
My frown goes to a scowl and pulls at my brow. “I would have done it for anyone.”
“And anyone would feel like they owe you for the rest of their lives.”
“I didn’t do much of anything.” Most of what I did was in secret. Vail’s ex had no idea I was keeping track of her or watching her son to make sure he was safe. No one did. Not until the end.
“Vivi, you put yourself in danger for Van, for us. It turned out okay, mostly, but that’s beside the point. There isn’t anything that would be sufficient to say thank you.”
“There is. You’ve all said it, multiple times. A thank you is more than I expected.” Shaking my head, I change the subject because I know no matter what I say I won’t win this argument. “Come on. Leave the bag, I’ll deal with it later. Right now I’m going to give you all something to do that will make us even.”
It was her mention of Van that gave me the idea. They think I saved him and the only thing that equals that is saving the baby Easton insists he needs my help caring for.
And to save him we need to work out who Lisa is and do what needs to be done to make him legally Easton’s.
When we walk into the living room, I find a pile of very familiar boxes lined up behind the couch. “You brought my gear?”
“Yes. Easton said you needed it to do research,” Vail explains as he adds another box to the pile.
