Page 4 of Spring Break With a Baby Daddy
“Open it!” We’re back to panicking Easton.
“E.” I wait for his eyes to meet mine. “Take a breath. I’m doing it. We aren’t going anywhere any time soon, we can take our time, make sure we don’t miss anything.”
“It might be instructions. A schedule.”
I raise an eyebrow. “A schedule?”
“You know, feeding times.”
“Ah. Well, I hate to break it to you, but he looks pretty new. I’d say a few weeks at most.”
“How can you tell?” He tips his chin down, his neck scrunching up as he angles to get a look at the baby’s face.
“His size. The fuzzy hair on his head.”
“Wait.” The horrified look on Easton’s face would be funny if he wasn’t holding a child neither of us knows anything about. “How do we know it’s a boy?”
“Huh.” I eye them. “Well, I assumed he’s a he because he’s dressed in blue.”
“Sexist.”
“Definitely.”
“Should we look?”
“And wake him or her up?”
“Right. Okay, so we’re going with boy. For now.” He lowers his mouth to whisper against the baby’s head. “Sorry if you’re a girl, sweetie.”
I choke back a laugh.
This man is showing a side of himself I haven’t seen before. Sure, I’ve seen him with other children, seen that he cares for them, but he’s usually the funny guy. The one who makes them giggle. The favorite uncle.
“Open the folder. Maybe it’s a birth certificate or letter.”
Easton’s words have me refocusing on the matter at hand. It’s actually a plastic envelope and once I get the flap open, I remove two sheets of paper from inside.
One is a legal document of some kind. The other a handwritten note that starts with?—
My gaze jumps up to Easton’s. “I didn’t think you had any nieces older than six.”
“I don’t.”
“Then why does this letter start with ‘Dear Uncle Easton’?”
Easton
Uncle Easton?
Vivi is right. The only females who call me uncle are under the age of six and not likely to be pulling a stunt like?—
“Wait. This is a prank, isn’t it?” I glance at the baby in my arms. It’s the only explanation. “The guys are pulling a prank, right?”
“Ah…no?” Vivi gets a thoughtful look and I can tell that big brain of hers is trying to find any information she has about the baby I’m holding. She shakes her head. “If they are, I’m unaware of it.”
“Shit.” There’s no way Vivi is lying to me. And I’m sure if the guys were pulling something this elaborate, Laney and Hadley would know about it and there is no way they wouldn’t tell Vivi. “Okay. Who’s the letter from then?”
“Lisa.”
