Page 34 of Better Daddy

She snorts. “I’ll give you that.”

I drag my hand in a circle over my nonexistent bump. “I hope this baby is a girl.”

Lo grins. “God, me too. How fun would that be?”

I smile back at her. This is the first time I’ve felt as though I can be excited about this pregnancy. So far my thoughts have revolved around how we’re going to do it and what it means for our future.

It’s time to allow myself to focus on the possibilities. Though I told Lo I hope the baby is a girl, I’ll be thrilled either way. And I really feel like it will be another boy. But it would be nice to live with one other person who doesn’t pee all over the bathroom.

“Just so you know, I noticed how you didn’t deny the butterflies.”

I scan the space, ignoring her. “I was thinking I might put a lava lamp in here. Maybe some pretty curtains.”

Snorting, Lo pats my leg. “Okay, Sloaney. We’ll get you curtains.”

Chapter 12

Sully

“Baby daddy!”

My instinct is to growl at Julius, but his pleasant tone stops me. It’s as if, rather than wishing I didn’t exist, he’s happy to see me.

“Pretty boy.” I dip my chin.

His eyes light up in response to my greeting, instantly making me wish I could take it back.

He rests an elbow on the desk and leans in closer. “Baby daddy thinks I’m pretty.”

“No, I think my wife is pretty,” I correct. “Youare a pain in my ass.”

He chuckles. “Good. Someone should be a pain in your ass.” His focus drifts over my shoulder and his smile falls, his eyes hardening slightly.

Frowning, I spin.

“Sully.” Will greets me with his signaturemy shite doesn’t stinksmile.

Despite his air of self-importance, the man’s nothing special. He’s just under six foot, with anI don’t work out but I was blessed withgood genesbuild. He’s not the kind of good-looking that makes women flock to him, but he’s not unfortunate-looking either.

If I look close enough, it’s clear the way he styles his hair that it’s thinning at his crown. With any luck, he’ll be sporting a smooth, shiny head in a few years.

“Will.” I attempt not to scowl. It’s a challenge, but it’s warranted, since, for once, he’s not touching my wife. “What brings you here?”

“I work here.” He blinks at me.

Right, I’m the one out of place. In my own wife’s office. It’s wrong, but it’s my reality. For now.

I’m saved from having to respond when the man who’s usually giving me shite throws in a snarky comment.

“Considering how much time you spend trying to get past me, one would think you worked in this office specifically.” Julius thumbs over his shoulder, giving Will a fake smile.

Hmm, the assistant doesn’t like Will. Maybe the enemy of my enemy really could be my friend.

Julius stands and smooths out his suit jacket. “What do you need this time?”

“Just dropping off the official invite for the Christmas party.” He passes the younger man a large tube.

Julius immediately goes for the cap on one end, but Will holds out a hand, stopping him.