“My baby.”
A silly laugh escaped Pixie. “He likes to claim his cup, his toys, things like that. Guess he’s claiming Shayna now, too.”
“My baby,” Andy said again, in his cute little voice. They all understood only because of how he stared at Shayna while saying it.
“Oh, you think so, do you?” Brogan knelt down by the playpen while Pixie and Renee watched. “Laying claim, are you?”
Andy leaned forward, lips pursed, definitely wanting a kiss.
Brogan laughed and moved Shayna closer. “Head or foot?”
Stretching forward, Andy reached for … Brogan. He put a big wet kiss on his jaw, and then said, “My baby.”
“You’ve almost convinced me.” He used his shoulder to swipe his jaw before putting Shayna in range. She squealed as Andy put a loud smooch on her cheek.
“Kiss!” Andy demanded—and he was looking right at Brogan.
“Oh, um,” Pixie said, unsure whether she should intervene.
Brogan cupped the back of Andy’s head and brushed a barely-there peck on his forehead. “All good?”
Apparently, it wasn’t, because although Andy beamed, he then wanted to kiss Renee and Pixie, too. She lifted him out for some cuddles, but her thoughts were on Brogan. He was so natural with Andy. She envied him that. Not that she wasn’t comfortable with her son, but other people and other kids? She sometimes reverted to her old insecure self.
She supposed being a SEAL would give a man a huge dose of confidence in most situations. Brogan certainly had that, which was proven a moment later when Renee decided to be outrageous.
“Kiss?” she asked Brogan, and quickly said to Pixie, “My husband wouldn’t mind. Look at him.” She gestured at Brogan. “It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
Choking on her laugh, Pixie said, “I’ve met the man, and he would absolutely mind.”
“Ugh, I guess you’re right.”
“Plus, you’re indulging in sexual harassment, you know.”
Without shame, she grinned at Brogan. “I was just joking, you know that, right?”
“I do.”
“I mean, not that it isn’t tempting. It totally is, but being real here, my guy is incredible—and also possessive and protective,lucky me. He likes that no other man’s lips have touched me in the eight years we’ve been married.”
Brogan winked. “He’s a lucky guy.”
“Darn right.” She took Andy from Pixie. “Why don’t you walk him out? I can handle things for a few minutes.”
Why did everyone keep throwing her at Brogan? He’d clearly given more attention to her son than to her. Since Renee had already walked away, Pixie sighed. “Sorry about that. She’s loads of fun, but she can be a bit much.”
“No worries. I knew she wasn’t serious.”
Pixie wasn’t sure about that. Every woman who’d seen Brogan today had probably wondered about kissing him—her included.
He lifted his bag as they headed for the door. “Thanks again for your help.”
“Make sure you wash everything before you put it on her. Babies have sensitive skin.”
“A nurse at the pediatrician’s office told me that, too, when I was grilling her with a million questions. If you have any other advice, feel free to send it my way. I’ve read everything I can find, but I still feel like I’m learning as I go.”
As they stepped outside, she asked, “You don’t mind advice?”
He stopped to look down at her, but also held a hand over Shayna’s head to keep the sun out of her face. “Is there something else you want to share?”
