Another reason why I will never touch Sloane. Her opinion of me isn’t great.
“Are you certain she’s your baby?” Jaxon asks.
“She has the Raider blue eyes.”
“You should have a paternity test done to be certain,” Blossom says.
I’m hoping to resolve this situation before a paternity test is needed. I keep the thought to myself and make some non-committal noise. It must work since my family drops the subject.
“What are you going to do?” Dakota asks.
“Find Daisy and give her back her baby.”
“Do you know who Daisy is? Do you have her last name? Where she lives?” Rhett throws questions out at me.
“No.”
He whips out his phone. “I’ll get Eli on the case.”
I’ve never been more thankful that my oldest brother is a billionaire. Over the past year since he’s been back home, I’ve learned how much money can help solve ‘difficult’ situations.
“What are you going to do in the meantime?” Dakota asks. “You’re not going to drop her into the foster system, are you?”
She was raised in the foster system. In fact, they have two foster children they’ve adopted. As much as I wish I could call a social worker to handle Adele, I won’t. I don’t shirk my duties. I’m not my father.
“Do you want us to take Adele? We have everything we need for a baby since we have Mira.”
I should say yes. It’s the easy and logical response after all. But when I look at Adele, I can’t fathom letting someone else care for her. It’s irrational. I don’t even know if she’s mine.
“Nah.”
Dakota studies me for a moment before nodding. “We’ll bring you over some supplies to get you through the night.”
“Thanks.”
“In the meantime,” Sloane stands, “it’s time for daddy to burp the baby.”
Daddy? I’m no daddy, whether or not I’m the biological father to this baby.
I hold up my hands and retreat a step. “But you’re doing such a good job.”
“Don’t be a scaredy-cat.”
She shoves the baby into my arms and I’m forced to catch her. “What do I do?” I ask as I hold Adele at arm’s length.
“Put her over your shoulder and pat her back.”
“Do you want me to do it?” Dakota reaches for the baby, but before she can take her, Adele burps and a stream of white liquid emits from her mouth.
I stare at the front of my shirt, which is now covered in spit-up. “Is this normal?”
Sloane giggles in response. “Welcome to parenthood.”
My stomach curdles. Parenthood? I am not father material.
Chapter 4
“It’s just a dog. What is everyone’s problem?”
