“Would you like some dessert?” I clarify.
I clear the plates and grab the bottle of wine before topping off our glasses.
I’m mid-pour when I realize just how close my dick is to his face. Jasper looks up at me with a sexy smirk. God, he’s trouble. Between the lips and big brown eyes, plus add in what I’m sure is every other piece of his body, and I’m a goner.
I’m about to give the table its very own glass of wine when Jasper tips the bottle up with his finger.
“Shit,” I rush out, setting the bottle down and spinning on my heels. I must concentrate on the task. Focus, focus, focus.
Dessert.
Strawberries… angel food cake.
I pull out what I need to make the homemade whipped cream.
Mazie fusses just as I’m hauling Juan, the sexy beast of a mixer, up on the counter. “I think we jinxed it. Would you mind checking on her?”
Jasper eyes her wearily and I roll my eyes.
“If I end up being held hostage for information on your secret recipe, just know you should have listened to me… Baby Spy!” he says in a huff, making his way to the fussy infant.
“What am I looking for? I’m mean, she seems fine…” He pokes her in the stomach like she’s the freaking Pillsbury dough boy.
“Jasper!” I chastise. “Don’t poke the baby! Can you pick her up? I swear she will not hurt you.”
By the time I get Juan all set up, Jasper is carrying Mazie, awkwardly I might add, into the kitchen. “See, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” I ask.
This is where it all goes to Shitsville. Oh, to see the error of my ways.
A high-pitched squeal fills the room, but no, it’s not coming from Mazie.
Nope, it’s coming from Jasper. His eyes are round saucers and filled with panic. And is that a tear?
When I realize Mazie has her tiny little fingers wrapped around his silver lip ring, my eyes match his own.
Once I reach them, they’re both yelling. Ok, one is yelling, the other is now full-on screaming. It’s a toss-up between who’s doing the screaming.
“Jasper, you need to stop moving.”
“I have to stop moving? Tell that to the baby spy. She needs to stop pulling.”
Mazie taps into her superhuman strength as I work to unclench her little fingers from around his lip ring. The whole thing is very chaotic.
“What in God’s name is going on?”
What the fuck?
I turn to see Spencer racing through the front door.
“Mazie, what are they doing to you?”
“What are we doing to her? You mean what is this Baby Spy doing to me?” Jasper whines, but it’s safe to say it sounds nothing like that.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, still puzzled as to why Spencer is standing in my living room.
“Here let me.” Spencer scooches me out of the way as he gives Mazie a kiss on the cheek.
At this point, I’m going to stop asking questions. It’s not like anyone answers me, anyway.
