Isley:I’m in.
Lennon:Me too.
Frey:Wouldn’t miss it.
Ziggy:Count me in.
Monty:Great, I can’t wait.
Chapter Forty-Three
Kendrick
From his position on the couch, Kendrick leaned forward at the sound of a truck coming to a stop outside the front of the house. When he realized who it was, he was off the couch and hustling to the door with an eagerness he couldn’t contain.
“It’s about bloody time you came to visit. I got a mountain of presents for the girls.” He’d popped in briefly the week before to meet Trey’s daughters, and he had left with the promise of a visit from his friend.
He had no remorse over the amount of money he’d spent on matching little outfits, soft toys and things that could entertain a baby. And alright, he’d hidden the numerous parcels that arrived daily up in the spare room. His reasoning was the sheer amount of room they took up, not that he was mortified to have lost all sense on the baby sites with all the cuteness overload—no siree, definitely not!
“It’s been a week, and you’re acting like its years since you last saw them. My precious girls needed to get accustomed to being in the baby seats. Didn’t you, Zinnia?”
Kendrick reached for the bag Cassidy held and ignored Trey’s comment as he strutted past carrying both girls in his arms like the proud daddy he was.
“What was wrong with the car seats?”
Cassidy rolled his eyes at his back and stage whispered, “Nothing at all, it’s just their overprotective daddy stressing when he has to strap them in.”
“I’m not an overprotective, stressing daddy!”
“You’d think he was the one who’d given birth to them,” Cassidy said around several giggles as he entered the house after his mate.
They’d barely gotten into the living room when the girls started to fuss.
“Do they need a nappy change?” Kendrick sniffed and felt a pang of regret when he smelled baby powder and what he assumed was baby body wash.
“They’re getting hungry.”
Trey, who was rocking the girls, stopped and gave Cassidy a pointed look. “You’ll need to express the milk. I packed everything in the bag.”
“Come on, stop being silly.”
“Silly about what?” Kenrick asked, noticing Trey’s pensive gaze.
“Breastfeeding.” Cassidy took the bag from Kendrick. “Can I use your kitchen?” he asked sweetly, throwing a look that spoke to how ridiculous he thought Trey was being.
“Go ahead. I’ll try to talk Trey into letting me hold the girls.”
Cassidy was back to giggling. “Good luck with that.”
Kendrick went and sat on the couch and held out his arms, giving Trey a hard stare, waiting for him to give in and put his daughters in them.
The sound of his sigh said it all, but Kendrick didn’t gloat when he came to him.
“Make sure you support their heads,” Trey murmured, being overprotective, hovering parent, he denied being.
“I have held a baby before,” Kendrick said in exasperation as Trey faffed around so much that Kendrick’s arms started to complain. “Just give me them.”
The girls both fussed, letting them know they were hungry, which was why Cassidy was doing whatever it was to express milk. It seemed Trey had an issue with Cassidy getting his chest out to feed the girls in public.
