Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I scowled up at him. “What does juicy mean? Are you saying my butt is fat?”
He ran his hand through my hair and let it fall from between his fingers as he gazed down at me. “I’m saying it has just the perfect amount of bounce to it. If we weren’t best friends, I’d show you exactly what I like to do to juicy little asses like yours.” Then, he winked and walked over to get a cup out of the cabinet.
I stood there for a moment, trying not to let my thoughts go to what it was he would show me. I’d heard the comments before about leather belts. My nipples got tight again, and I turned away before he could see them.
“You told Bowie about your change of plans yet?” he asked.
My waffles popped up from the toaster, and I went to get a plate to put them on. “No. I figured I’d talk to him on the phone later and explain.”
I took the waffles out and started to turn around when Kye came up behind me.
“You got waffles?” he asked, so close that his chest brushed against my back.
I held up my plate. “Take them. I’ll make more.”
He reached for the plate. “You’re my favorite girl,” he said.
“I know; I know,” I replied as I got more waffles out of the freezer.
I took the maple syrup out of the cabinet and slid it across the counter to him.
“Only thing that would make this better is chocolate chips,” he said, catching the syrup.
I pushed the lever on the toaster down, then went over to the pantry and took out the bag of chocolate chips. When I put it in front of him, he grabbed them, grinning like a little boy.
“Ah! Thank you.”
I was waiting on my waffles to finish when I heard Jagger cry out.
Kye started to stand up, but I stopped him.
“You finish eating. Then, we will switch.”
He nodded and sat back down. “Good plan.”
I went into the room. Jagger wasn’t exactly angry. He was just trying to get attention. When he saw me, he stopped fussing and stared up at me with those Kye-like eyes of his.
“Hey, buddy,” I said as I scooped him up. “Good morning.”
His little hand wrapped around my finger as I pulled the blanket around him. I kissed the top of his head, then turned to take him to the kitchen. He made little grunting noises, and I smiled at him.
“I see you. Are you trying to tell me something?”
He kicked and seemed excited as he listened to me. The attachment I already felt to this little guy was going to break me when he was gone. Even if I knew he would have a family to love him, it would be brutal. I could already feel the future heartbreak.
“He doesn’t sound hungry,” Kye said when I walked back into the kitchen with Jagger.
“No, he’s just awake and curious,” I replied, wiggling my finger as he held on tightly, watching me.
“He’s full from all the eating he did last night,” Kye said, standing up after putting the last bite of waffle into his mouth. He walked over to me and reached out for him. “I got him. You eat,” he said.
Kye was already looking like a pro at holding a baby. He wasn’t nervous, like he’d been when he walked into the house yesterday evening. We’d been through a lot already with Jagger. It was a crash course for both of us.
“You, little man, are lucky you got my charm. We get to stay here with Baby Doll. She doesn’t want us to leave,” Kye said to him, then lifted his eyes to me, grinning.
I grabbed my plate of waffles and went to sit where Kye had been. “I hate to break it to you, but he is more irresistible than you,” I told Kye.
Kye nodded. “Yeah, I guess he is. I’m not complaining. It worked on you.”
I took a bite and grinned at the sight they made. Any woman would have offered to help them. Most would have begged to help. There were those who would have probably paid him to let them help. Truth was, I might actually be the lucky one. Until the day Jagger left. Then, I’d be the devastated one.
Seventeen
Kye
Five days later, and Genesis still hadn’t told Bowie about their change of plans. Granted, we had been busy. When Jagger was sleeping, we took turns getting a nap, too, did laundry because the little dude messed up more outfits in one day than I’d thought possible, took out dirty diapers, washed and sterilized bottles, and of course fed him. For a tiny human, it took a lot of work.
Oddly enough, I wasn’t hating it. Blaise was letting me handle my personal life, and Genesis was with me all the time. Jagger was a cute little fucker too. He liked when I talked to him, and the way he watched me when I came into a room felt really good. Made me want to hold him and talk to him some more.