Her Dad’s Best Friend

Chapter 81

"Poor baby," I say.

"Can I help you with anything?" he says, looking at my luggage.

"My dad said last night that he wanted me to live with you while he was gone."

"He's leaving today, then?"

"Didn't you guys talk about this last night?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't set in stone."

"Dad is already gone. He went out on the first flight this morning," I tell Jeff.

"Damn," he says. "What's wrong?"

"With your dad in the air, today's going to be more hectic than usual. I'll probably go to the office."

"It's going to be fine. Danny and I will be okay."

There's a hint of worry in his eyes. I don't know if Danny has genuinely gotten sick before today. Colic,

yeah, but that's not really a disease.

"I'll call you if we need you. Where's the pediatrician's number?"

"I'll write it on the big whiteboard." In his kitchen, there's a giant whiteboard with a ton of magnets. His

dead wife must have put it there. It's utterly practical. He walks to it and writes down a phone number

he must know by heart. It strikes me then how scary it would be to have my first child alone, something

having a ton of money can't erase.

"Get dressed and shave," I say firmly. "Danny will be fine."

He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. "I hope so." He walks away and up the

stairs. I shove my stuff into the guest bedroom downstairs before going to see Danny. Danny's room

smells like vomit, even though Jeff already cleaned up the evidence. Danny is restlessly moving around

even though he's asleep. I'm prepared for him to throw up again. I go to the thermostat and turn it off. I

open up the windows to let out the gross smell. I can hear the shower running as Jeff gets ready for

work.

I yank out my phone and start looking up what to do if a baby has a cold. Apparently fevers are okay as

long as they are under 101 degrees. I tilt the mattress under the baby so that he's a little elevated. His

little face is screwed up like he's about to start crying in his sleep.

"Poor little guy," I say, pulling him into my arms.

As expected, Danny begins to cry. The volume increases exponentially, but I'm used to it now.

"I know you're sick, little buddy," I say, patting his back. "I wonder if your daddy has fed you yet?" "No,"

Jeff says.

When I turn around, I have to swallow really hard.

Jeff is only wearing a towel around his waist. He obviously didn't take time to dry off when he got out of

the shower, because there's water dripping everywhere. He looks like a female fantasy come to life.

"Danny is fine," I say. "You're getting the floor wet."

He looks down at the wet imprints his feet have left on the carpet and walks away, giving my heart a

little space to slow down. Holy shit. He looks fine as hell. He has a six pack that doesn't have an ounce

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"I'll tell you a secret, Danny." He's pulled a chunk of my hair into his mouth again to munch on it. I pull it

away from him, but he immediately yanks it back. I give up. There are worse things than hair to put in

his mouth.

"I love you," I coo to him. "Even when you're cranky and sick. And that's between us."

With Danny temporarily quieted by the tasty snack of my hair, I can feed him. I walk with him

downstairs and into the kitchen. I get out some formula and make a bottle with Danny in my arms.

When I attempt to put him into the bouncer, he screams like it's made of molten lava.

"Okay, fine!" I tell him. I need to ask Jeff if he has a baby wrap or sling so that I can carry Danny and do

other stuff. Somehow, I manage to give Danny a bottle, which he guzzles down as if he hasn't had

anything to eat for a week. I guess his little stomach is empty after barfing. I kiss his forehead and keep

a hand on the bottle. When he's eaten all of it, I put a burp cloth over my shoulder and pat his little back

to help him burp. He lets out a truly disgusting belch and I can feel the wetness seep through the burp

cloth.

"Starting the day out right." I kiss his tiny ear. "It's okay." Babies barfed. It was part of the territory.

"You're sure that you'll be okay? If you need me, I'll stick around." I wave Jeff away with a hand as I

spin to face him. "Danny and I are going to be fine."

"Then I better get in the car."

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