Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Morning, Sloane,” Baker says, his voice gruff.
Damn, Daddy Sin is sexy first thing in the morning.
“Swoan!” Camden says again, reaching for me.
“Bud, you’re all sticky.” Baker laughs as Camden reaches for me.
“This isn’t my first rodeo. Come here, cutie.” I step close, dropping my phone and keys into my purse, letting it fall to the porch, and take Camden from his daddy’s arms. “What do you have there?”
“Pamcake.” He holds it up so that I can see.
“Yum.”
Camden takes a big bite. “Yum,” he says, mocking me.
“You’re too cute,” I say, tickling his side. He squirms and laughs, and it brightens my day. This is the right choice. I don’t know why life led me here to this moment, but I know it’s the right move. This little man deserves all the love and affection I can shower him with, and I plan to do exactly that while I’m here.
“Come on in,” Baker says, rubbing the back of his neck. He steps to the side and pushes open the door, allowing me to walk through. I keep my eyes on his son, because the man is too damn distracting right now, and I know myself. I won’t be able to hold back from ogling him.
Focus, Sloane.
“Bite?” Camden offers me his pancake.
I pretend to take an exaggerated bite. “Delicious!” I say excitedly, and he giggles, before turning to his dad.
“Bite.”
Baker’s eyes soften as he leans in and takes a small nibble of his son's breakfast. His scent, something woodsy, washes over me, and I shift my stance, taking a step back to get a reprieve. “Thanks, bud.” Baker smiles at his son.
He’s being a good dad while I stand here thinking about how delicious he smells. I need to get my head on straight. “What’s on the agenda for the day?” I ask Baker, walking to the opposite side of the island, to put some space between us.
“This little guy is going to need a bath, and then I thought we could go to the park. I could show you our route and all his favorite things there.”
“Oh, the park. Are we going to go down the slide?” I ask Camden.
“Swide!” he says, bouncing in his seat.
“Hmmm, well, I think you need to finish that pancake, and is this yours?” I reach for the sippy cup of milk and hand it to him. He gets a hold of it and takes a long pull from his milk.
“Ahh,” he says, once he’s done, and I can’t hold in my laughter. This kid is cute as hell.
“That good, huh?” I ask him. He bobs his little head, taking another dramatic bite of his pancake.
“Eat up, bud. Daddy needs to shower, and you need a bath.”
“Go on and shower. I got this little guy,” I tell Baker. The sooner he gets rid of the gray sweats, the better.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Go do your thing. Take a long, hot shower,” I say, clearing my throat, because I choked out the last part. I do not need to be thinking about that man all wet and soapy in the shower. Nope. Not going there.
“Thanks, Sloane. Cam, be good for Sloane,” he tells his son. “There are towels in the bathroom closet, and it’s his bathroom, so there are toys all over, and all his bath stuff,” Baker rambles.
“I’ll figure it out,” I assure him. He nods and turns, walking out of the room.
“You'd better get your belly full so we can go to the park,” I tell Camden.
“Swide!”
“That’s right. We’ll go down the slide, but this belly needs to be full.” I gently poke his belly, and he giggles.
So much better than waiting tables.
I place Camden in his high chair and start cleaning up the kitchen while he eats. We’re done at the same time, and I grin down at him. “Let’s go wash the sticky off you, kiddo.” I unstrap him from the chair and carry him upstairs to his room.
When Baker was giving me a tour on Saturday night, he told me that he has two rooms. His primary bedroom is downstairs, but he’s also claimed one of the guest rooms at the end of the hall, just to be closer to Camden, especially on nights when he’s sick. Watching that man love and care for his son is truly a sight to behold, but getting this behind-the-scenes view is even better. I can’t fathom how Natasha is okay with missing this.
I bounce Camden on my hip with each step we take up the stairs. He giggles and holds on to my shirt. Once we reach the landing, I take us the short distance to what Baker refers to as Camden’s bathroom, and my quick glimpse yesterday didn’t show me all the toys, bubbles, and childproofing in this room.
“Your daddy loves you so much,” I tell Camden. “Now, let’s get you a bath.” I start the water to let it warm before stripping him out of his clothes. I leave the diaper on him until we’re ready to get into the tub. I’ve babysat enough kids in my day to understand that a toddler who isn't potty-trained and isn't wearing a diaper is never a good idea.