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A laugh bubbles out of me. “You mean my breast?”
His ears slightly pinken, and I can’t hold back my grin. This bashful side of him is unexpectedly endearing. “I was trying to be respectful.”
“By calling my breasts equipment?”
His gaze snaps back to me. “I panicked, okay.”
“You can say the word, you know. Breasts. Boobs. Tits. Titties.”
His eyes widen. “I’m not calling them titties.”
“Why not?”
“Because somehow that feels like the least respectful option.”
“Yet you had no problem sticking your hand in my bra and groping one of my titties?”
His lips thin as I struggle to hold back a laugh. “It was a medical emergency, Daisy.”
I raise an eyebrow. “A medical emergency?”
“A baby-related emergency,” he corrects quickly. “Very different, darlin’.” He pushes to his feet and turns, giving me his back. “Let me know when you’re done, and I’ll burp him.”
With that, he strides from the room, and I hate that my eyes follow his very distracting, round backside the entire way.
I pause on the stairwell landing on the second floor as I watch Nolan cross the foyer with Jonah draped against his chest to answer the front door. There’s no way Jason could find me here, but I’m still on edge.
“What the fuck,” is the first thing the guy on the other side says. “Please tell me you didn’t become a father overnight.”
“You got a problem with that if I did?” Nolan replies.
“Not particularly, but Mum’s going to kick your arse if you knocked someone up and hid it from her.”
“Calm your farm, this little man is not mine,” Nolan says, gazing down at Jonah.
“Then whose is he?
“Daisy’s.”
“Daisy?”
“Yeah, the waitress from last night. I told you her name when you texted me at the hospital. And what’s with all the questions?”
I like their sibling dynamic. The back-and-forth banter between these two is playful.
“Well, considering you left the bar last night single and turned up this morning with a child, I think I’m entitled to a few, don’t you think?”
“Why are you here, Bennett? And where’s Pop?”
“Poppy’s still in bed. She’s hungover.”
“Damn. I never picked her as a drinker.”
“Hmm,” Bennett hums, clearly unimpressed. “Mum decided it was a good idea to introduce her to champagne last night.”
Nolan barks out a laugh. “Go, Mum.”
“I’m pissed at her.”
