Page 48 of Spring Break With a Baby Daddy
My heart swells, and my gaze blurs, the back of my nose stinging. I have no idea why I’m close to tears. He’s ours, legally adopted. His birth certificate has us listed as his parents.
It’s one of the reasons Lisa didn’t give him a name. She wanted him to start his life where he would live it.
“Are you crying?” Easton whispers in my ear.
“No,” I sniffle.
“Hmm… If you say so.”
I can hear the emotion in his voice and take my eyes off Cade to look at my husband. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Happy tears.” His watery gaze holds mine. “Now, Mrs. Ralston, let’s take our son and go home.”
As Easton’s words sink in, words I never thought I’d hear—want to hear—a single tear slips past my lashes and slides down my cheek.
With a smile, I wipe it away before I slip my arms around Cade and pull him from Easton’s arms. “Lead the way, Daddy.”
Epilogue - Easton
It’s hard to believe it’s been almost a year since I convinced my wife to go on a date with me.
So much has happened since then.
Cade is one this week, Vivi is two months pregnant with our second child, and Lisa has finally reached out to us.
She’s doing well, in the middle of organizing going back to school, and is ready to see Cade.
“When is she getting here?” Vivi asks from the couch. “I didn’t think it was for a few hours yet.”
“It’s not. I’m waiting for a delivery.”
“What have you ordered now?”
The exasperation in my wife’s voice is warranted. I’m always ordering something. Strange how I never would have thought myself a shopper but I have to say, when we spend time in any large city, it’s me heading to the mall, not Vivi.
“Easton?”
“Just a few more things for Cade’s birthday.”
“You promised you were done!”
I hear her stand and head my way but I don’t turn around. “It’s not toys.” Even I can admit I’ve gone overboard there.
“Then what is it?”
“You’ll see soon enough,” I say as I watch the delivery truck come up the drive. “Give me a minute.”
I don’t wait for her to agree, I’m heading for the door to intercept the driver before he rings the bell and wakes?—
Cade’s cry echoes through the room.
Too late. Little man is up from his afternoon nap. I swear, they’re getting shorter and shorter. In no time at all he’ll be refusing to have them.
While Vivi goes and gets our son, I grab the package from the driver and take it to the kitchen. When the two most important people in my world find me, I’ve got twenty different colored toddler shirts spread out on the counter.
“What the hell, Easton?”
“I bought Cade a new shirt to wear at his birthday party.”
