She’s gorgeous.
And she looks like Joe did at that age. I know because I still have that picture in my wallet.
Char scoops up my phone at Hailey’s request and takes a photo of me, holding her.
“You can send that to Sean.” Hailey’s smirking over her cup when I glance up at her. “He’ll think you’re even hotter holding a baby. Especially now that you’re no longercasual.” She scoffs as thoughcasualis the stupidest word ever. “Like you two could ever be just friends with benefits.”
She turns to Char. “Honestly, wait till you see them together. The sexual tension...phew!” she fans herself, and they both laugh.
I glare at her. “You’re way too perky for someone who’s just given birth.”
“And what would you know about that?” She rolls her eyes. “I’m no longer trying to squeeze a nine-pound, one-ounce baby out of my vagina. I feel fucking amazing.”
Okay, point taken.
When she subsequently yawns, I wisely keep my mouth shut.
After promising to bring Joe back with me at a reasonable hour, I leave them to it.
I realise my error as soon as I get outside and the cold air hits me.
I don’t have a car.
Fuck.
I pull my phone out to see if I can get an Uber and see I’ve missed a text from Sean.
Sean: I’m guessing you’re going to need a ride home, so I’m on my way. I’ll let you know when I’m here. x
My smile is huge as I reply.
Vic: You’re the best. Thank you x
Vic:And I’m going to show you later just how much I appreciate this. x
I don’t even get chance to pocket my phone before it buzzes again.
Sean: I’m here. And as much as I want to take you up on that, I have a house full of guests tonight. Or this morning. I’ve lost track.
I’m suddenly feeling very tired and I can’t be arsed to text anymore, so I call him. He answers on the first ring.
“Hey. You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m outside. Where are you parked?” He gives me directions and it’s not long before I spot him.
He gets out to meet me, pulling me in for a hug that I sink into. He smells all fresh and clean, and I’m sure I smell anything but. I don’t care, though, because being hugged by Sean feels wonderful and I don’t ever want to move.
I’ve got my head buried in the crook of his neck and he kisses the side of my head. “Are we good?” he whispers, and it takes me way too long to realise why he’s asking. Our conversation in the car on the way here seems like it happened ages ago, not a few hours.
And I’m so over it.
I smile against his neck. Then kiss it for good measure. “Yeah, we’re good.”
“You sure? Because I can wake my sister up and get her to explain and apologise for putting her size eights in it.”
“Your sister has big feet,” I mumble, and he laughs.
“She certainly fucking does.”
