Page 27 of Spring Break With a Baby Daddy
“Good timing then.”
“I’ll get his bottle sorted if you change him.”
“Let’s see what facilities they have before we decide who’s doing what. If they have a baby change room, we can deal with him there instead of in the back of the car.”
“That would mean a long stop.”
I see her glance my way as I change lanes. “I’m okay with that. We should get some snacks and drinks while we’re here.”
“How much longer is it to Atlanta?”
“I’ll check my emails when we stop to see what hotel the guys have booked us. Once I know that I can plug the address into the GPS and get an estimated arrival time.”
“Okay, I’ll deal with feeding the baby and?—”
“Cade. Let’s get used to calling him that.” Now that I’ve decided on a name and said it out loud, I want to use it. The thought of him not having an identity hasn’t sat well with me.
“I’ll deal with Cade and you figure out how much longer we have to drive so we can plan snacks and drinks to see us through.”
“Knowing how long will help us plan our next stop too.”
“You think it’ll be that long? He’s going four hours between bottles.”
“Maybe. I’d rather not rush and risk him being upset if we can’t stop.”
Cade has suffered enough in his short life. From now on, no matter what happens, I’ll make sure his life is a good one, that he has everything he needs and wants.
“Oh.”
“What?” I move into the exit lane. “What was that oh, for?”
“Vail emailed us both our accommodation details.”
“What hotel?”
“It’s not a hotel.”
My gaze meets hers briefly. “Then where are we staying?”
“It’s an apartment.”
“It must be a serviced apartment.” Which makes sense. We can come and go as we please and not worry about housekeeping coming in daily.
“No. It’s an apartment. And it’s being furnished with everything we need for Cade right now.”
“Does he say whose apartment it is?”
“Yes. QVE purchased it this morning.”
I laugh. “Of course it did.”
QVE owns numerous properties around the country, and I’m not talking about the ones we’ve bought and refurbished. There are the apartments in Charleston, New York, and LA. The holiday house in Florida, the chalet in Colorado.
And now, an apartment in Atlanta.
“Hmm…”
Vivi’s hum draws my attention. “What?”
