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He mimes zipping his lips before he takes Robin from Peace. “Go get changed. I’ll finish feeding baby girl.”
“And then I’ll give you a police escort to White Bridge to make certain you aren’t late,” Peace adds.
“Okay. Okay.” I blow out a breath. “I can do this.”
“Of course, you can. My stubborn girl can do anything.”
I’m in my bedroom before I realize Elder called mehisgirl. My belly warms at the thought of being his. This isn’t good. I’m too attached to him already. I need to cut him loose soon. It’s for his own good.
Chapter 27
Has anyone seen Brody’s pants? He’s streaking through town naked again. ~ Text from Peace to the Bragg brothers
Elder
Despite the goat incident and the toast incident, we arrive at the courthouse in White Bridge with a few minutes to spare. Having a police escort certainly didn’t hurt. I salute Peace as he drives off.
I wrap an arm around Harmony’s shoulders. “You ready?”
She clutches her stomach. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
“I knew I should have packed those barf bags in Robin’s diaper bag.”
“Barf bags? You can’t be serious.”
“I made little drawings of someone throwing up on them.” I didn’t but I’ll do anything to get Harmony to smile today.
“What’s goofier than a goofball?”
“I don’t know. What?”
“I don’t know either. I’m asking you.”
I shrug. “I thought you were telling a joke.”
She snorts. “You’re the king of telling bad jokes in this family. Not me.”
This family?I want to be a family with Harmony and Robin. More than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life before. But I’m not sure I can be a father to Robin despite what my brothers think.
I wipe those worries from my mind. Standing in the parking lot of a courthouse is not the place to think about whether or not I can be a father.
I puff out my chest. “I am the king.”
She elbows me. “King of corny is nothing to be proud of.”
“Ms. Kingsley,” a man greets as he rushes toward us.
“It’s Mrs. Bragg now,” I correct.
Harmony glares at me. “I told you I’m not changing my name.”
“We agreed you’d use our shared name in public.” We agreed to no such thing, but Harmony hates to argue in public. She narrows her eyes on me. And she knows I know it.
The man sticks out his hand. “You must be Elder Bragg. I’m Mr. Craven.”
I unwind my arm from around Harmony’s shoulders to shake hands with the attorney.
“I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but the circumstances aren’t exactly ideal,” I say.
