Page 51 of Who’s Your Daddy (Dadcoms #1)

Cal

“ T his seems very unprofessional,” Lola says as I tie the satiny fabric over her eyes. “It’s the middle of the work day.”

Funny how she barely fights me though.

“Everyone is out of the office,” I whisper into her ear and smile as a shiver works across her pretty back. “Sully has court and Brian took Amy to lunch.”

“Brian and Amy?” Lola squeaks.

I chuckle. “No, Brian is like you. I don’t think he could take ten minutes of her outside the office. But he did promise to handle the intern package for her law school mid-term and she said, and I quote, “if we have to fill out this whole thing can we do it with fries and a slushie?”

Lola laughs out loud at my horrible impression of Amy.

Lola’s is no better, but with my British accent, I suppose mine is worse.

I pull on the rolling chair she’s seated in and twist her to face me.

Then lean down and press a kiss to her lips.

I’ll never get over the way she melts against me instantly. How she lets me kiss her so freely.

I’ll never get over the fact that she’s mine.

It’s been two weeks since Lola moved in and not to sound like a mushy twat but everything has been fucking perfect since then.

Just like before, she and Murphy are my damn world.

He now only refers to me as Dad, which is, in my opinion, the greatest word in the English language, and he and Lola are the best of friends.

He did finally have a FaceTime call with Brandy, and though I could tell it was hard for him to see her so bubbly and excited, mostly focusing on all her adventures, I think he seemed a bit more settled knowing she was okay.

He asked us afterward if he would be staying in Jersey and I told him he’s staying wherever I go.

The way the kid tried to hide the big smile by turning toward Fuzzy and nuzzling into his neck was very typical for my son, but I heard him later that night telling Lola he wanted to be wherever we were.

It’s going to take time, I know that. But we’ve got all the time in the world because not one of us is going anywhere.

So long as we can get T. J. to move in. I made an appointment with Madame E to figure out our next steps. She should be here within the hour. Which means my surprise for Lola has to get moving and I have to stop kissing her.

But fuck do I love kissing my girl.

Lola wraps her tiny hands around my neck and I lift her out of her chair. “Are you sure no one is coming back?” She says with a breathy moan as she wraps her legs around my waist and starts grinding against me. Her skirt rides up to her hips and I have to stifle a damn groan to try to keep my cool.

“I’m sure,” I promise, hiking her closer and walking her out of the office.

“Cal, we can’t do it in Brian’s office again. He’s been so good with Fuzzy, he’ll murder you in your sleep.”

I chuckle and peck her lips again. “We’re not doing anything in Brian’s office. We’re doing it in yours.”

I walk straight into the last office on the right and then set Lola on the brand new desk that was delivered last evening while she was reading Murphy a story upstairs. Then I pull the tie from her eyes.

“My office?” Lola’s face is a mixture of confused elation. Her smile is wide but she also looks like she doesn’t believe it.

I nod. “I’m barely here anyway. So you can work in here and stay away from Amy. I’ll only need it if I’m meeting with a client.”

She snorts. “You never meet with clients.”

“Exactly. So it’s all yours.”

“Cal,” Lola breathes my name out. “This is amazing. And this desk. And that filing cabinet.” She stands up and walks around the small office which is far less than she deserves but I did try to fill it with all her required things.

She spins and sucks in a breath when she spots the picture of her, Murphy and me from Halloween sitting on her desk.

There’s also a copy of the post-it note framed and a picture of the two of us from our day on the cliff walk—the one where she’s kissing me on the cheek.

“It’s everything I would have ever wanted. ”

I step closer and push her beautiful red hair behind her ear, then stroke the space beneath it. God, she’s so soft. I love touching her. “Well, whatever Lola wants…”

Her eyes light up. Those words are never a taunt anymore. But before I can lean in and take my prize, she presses her finger against my lips, stopping me. “But if I’m in your office, then you’ll be in the conference room working with Amy.”

I shrug. “Yes.”

Her eyes narrow. “I don’t like it.”

My smile blooms across my face. “Are you jealous, Lola Caruso?”

She rolls her lips and then nods, before wrapping her arms around my neck. “Yes.”

“Well, what can I do to make it up to you?”

She bites her lip. “You could work in here with me. ”

I can’t help it, a bark of a laugh sneaks out. “Is Lola actually begging me to stick around?”

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever. You know I like you, this isn’t a secret.”

I grin. “Good, because I love you.”

Lola melts at those words. “I love you too, Cal.” This time she doesn’t stop me when I lean in to kiss her.

I kick the door shut, because much like my bedroom, there isn’t a ton of room and then I settle Lola on the desk prepared to devour her.

“Lo!” My brother’s booming voice has Lola pushing back and scrambling to right herself.

“I thought you said no one was here!” she hisses.

I growl as I stare at the door right as my brother swings it open. “No one was supposed to be.”

“Lola, I thought I told you I needed the Vishay complaint served,” Sully starts, then he covers his eyes like we’re naked. “Jesus Christ, can the two of you keep your hands off each other ever!”

Lola huffs in embarrassment and I block her. “We’re both dressed you sod! And knock next time. This is Lola’s private space.”

My brother’s hand falls down and he looks about as annoyed as me. You’d think the guy would at least apologize. “And what do you mean she needs to serve a complaint?”

Lola pushes me out of the way. “I did serve the complaint. The guy threw the papers in my face after saying he wasn’t Vishay but a court officer was standing right there.

” Her face gets redder as she explains everything that happened.

“So yeah, after all that, the court had no problem calling it served.”

I whirl on my brother. “Why did you send my girlfriend to serve divorce papers.”

Lola’s red hair whips around her shoulders as she stares me down. “I serve people all the time at the courthouse.”

“Not assholes who are there for their final restraining order hearing,” I growl. I’m ready to rip my brother’s head off for putting her in a bad position when I hear another voice.

“Helloooo!”

I straighten at the sound of Madame Esmeralda’s greeting. Shockingly, the woman doesn’t even need us to call out to her to let her know where we are. Her psychic abilities have her rounding the hallway and peeking into Lola’s new office.

“Callahan, we will need to reschedule our session.”

Ah, shit. My shoulders slump. I was really hoping we could get her help on the Sloane situation.

“I know, it's disappointing but it's for the best because your path is stable, and there is nothing jumping out to me.” Her words have me brightening as I glance at Lola and she gives me a soft smile. For all her anger over me trying to tell her what to do when it comes to our job, I know Lola loves me and appreciates that I care. Or I hope she does. I suppose I’ll have to work on that. Madame E continues talking, “Sebastian needs me to take him for a ride. Ever since he went with Lola’s parents on that motorcycle tour, he has become obsessed with the rumble of the bike between his thighs.”

I grin. “It's so nice he had a good time, June and Dezi still ask about how he is doing.”

Lola wraps her arms around my waist and leans against my chest. “It worked out so perfectly for all of us, got Mom and Dad out of my hair, and Sebastian out of yours.”

“Enough,” Sully barks.

I grab one of the balls I perfectly placed off Lola’s desk and nail him in the head. It’s like training a dog. Bad behavior deserves a knock in the head.

“Wanker,” Sully grumbles, grabbing the ball that’s hit the floor. He slips it into his pocket and glares at me. “No more balls.”

I smirk.“It seems Mr. Grumpypants hasn’t had his happy-nappy.”

Madame E chuckles. Lo groans. “No. That one doesn’t work.”

I shrug. “I like it.”

“I’m done,” Sully grumbles .

He goes to leave but Madame E steps in front of him. “Sullivan, you need to get ready because the incubator is on the way.”

“Incubator?” I try to think what type of animal would require an incubator. I will get the riddle this time. I light up at the idea of a new thing to figure out. “Are we getting chickens next?”

“No.” The words fly from Lola’s lips. “You promised no more things.”

“This is for Sullivan, Callahan. Nothing to concern you,” Madame E says to me seriously, then she turns and disappears.

“Wait,” I call after her, stalking past my brother. I can hear Lola following. We need more information.

Incubator. Hmm, what the hell would need an incubator?

Madame E is gone before we get to the entryway and I sigh. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough,” I say to Lola right as the bell over the front door jangles, announcing someone else. I spin hoping Madame E is back only to find my sister-in-law storming in like a woman on a mission.

“Where is he?” she growls. I swear her and Sully are the same person.

“Sloaney!” I say with a smile, trying to calm her down.

“Where is he?” she repeats, not meeting my smile. She doesn’t wait for an answer either, she just storms past both Lola and me and heads toward Sully’s office.

“What’s happening?” I ask Lola.

She shrugs as Sloane reappears, with Sully by her side, dragging him by his burgundy tie down the hall.

“This is the weirdest day,” Lola mutters, head tilted as we watch Sloane slam the door to the tiny computer closet.

I slide my hands around her waist. “Want to continue what we started in your office?”

Lola wraps her arms around my neck and leans in to kiss me right when another voice interrupts us.

“For fucks sake, can everyone stop kissing!” We turn to see Brian who has a smudge of red lipstick on his collar .

“Oh my God, did you and Amy?—”

He shakes his head wildly. “What? No! Why would you say that?”

Lola points to his collar. “You’ve got lipstick.”

He glances down and growls. “That’s ketchup because Amy tried to feed me one of her fries and I refused to play the choo-choo game.”

Lola bursts out laughing.

“It’s not funny!” Even as he says it, he starts to smile.

“It really is funny,” I tell him.

“No!” We hear Sloane yell. “I brought you into this damn closet to say I ’ m pregnant .”

Every single one of us seems to have the same idea as we rush over to the closet door. “Did she just say she’s pregnant?” Lola whisper-hisses.

Brian pushes her forward. “Get closer, what are they saying now?”

“Oh shit. You’re the incubator ,” we hear Sully reply.

“No he didn’t!” Lola hisses.

“Incubator?” Sloane screeches.

Oh bollocks. I’ve got to fix this. Sully is fucking this all up. I reach for the door knob without thinking and Lola and Brian fall forward, right at Sloane and Sully’s feet.

“Cal!” Lola yells up at me.

Later I’ll feel bad that I did that, but right now I’ve got to save my brother. “Sloaney, you’re pregnant?” My arms spread in excitement. Then it dawns on me what this means. “Wait, if you’re pregnant, that means you have to move in!”

“Oh shit, he’s right,” Brian says from the floor next to Lola.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sloane hisses. “Sully, tell them this is ridiculous.”

I look to my brother and for the first time in a long time I watch as a smile spreads across his face. He slides his hands into his pockets and nods. “Of course you’re moving in, you’re the incubator. ”

Lola sucks in a breath from the floor and curses. “Shh, Sully, you’re going to ruin it.”

To find out how Sloane reacts to being called the incubator make sure to continue reading Better Daddy!