Page 71 of Rude Boss' Secret Baby

Her eyes glistened in the morning sunlight. “And you’re okay with it?”

I furrowed my brow. “Why wouldn’t I be okay with my daughter calling me Daddy?”

She wiped at her tears. “You’re just incredible, Trey. Sometimes, I can’t even convince myself that you’re real.”

“Hmph,” I said as I stared out into the hallway, “that’ll make our sex life a bit more difficult, don’t you think?”

She snorted. “Get out of here and get me some food, funny man.”

I patted the doorway. “Anything to put a smile on your face.”

I made my way toward the stairs, and Aurora came rushing up to my side. She slipped her hand into mine as we walked down together, then she accompanied me into the kitchen. I hoisted her up onto the kitchen counter and let her help me put together breakfast for her mother. And as I taught her how to make her first-ever breakfast sandwich over the stove, I heardTom and Jerryre-runs rolling in the background.

This is all I’ve ever wanted.

“Here, take this up to your mother, and I’ll make our bowls of cereal,” I said.

Rori hopped off the counter and took the tray into her hands. “I can definitely do that. Can I have some Fruit Loops like you?”

I smiled. “Only if you don’t drop that tray. Make sure to walk very carefully, all right?”

She nodded slowly and spoke with elongated words. “I… pro-mise…”

My cheeks hurt with my smile as I watched Rori slowly make her way down the hallway toward the staircase, and as she disappeared out of view, I let the smell of fresh coffee waft up my nostrils. I heard Leslie’s soft singing filtering through the ceiling, gracing my ears as my heart skipped a beat. I folded my arms over my chest and closed my eyes, drinking everything in.

A Saturday spent with family and not in the office.

A Saturday spent with a woman who had become my fiancée.

A Saturday spent with Rori on the couch, watching cartoons until we fell back asleep.

A Saturday where I’d get to take Angel for the entire afternoon so Leslie could have some time alone with Rori.

And finally, a Saturday that would end with all of us in the kitchen, cooking together instead of calling up a chef to throw something together for us.

I found the life I had been striving for in a sassy little secretary that I hired on the spot.

And I swore, at that moment, to protect and cherish it and upkeep it, no matter what it cost me. No matter what it took.

Because my newfound family was worth it.

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