“I get that.”
I set my purse on my kitchen counter and slid my arms up his chest. “I’m thinking you need a key.”
He was already on the approved visitor’s list with security and he had my garage code, so it was a logical next step. Plus, the fact he was the father of my child kind of made things a bit more solidified.
“A key would be good,” he said.
I grinned. “Okay.”
“How’s Teddy?” he asked, heading to my fridge for a beer.
“In general, or tonight when I had to promise you’d see him tomorrow because he was pissed I made him leave?”
Sundance chuckled. “I think we’ll go with in general, but the meds, specifically.”
“He’s doing really well,” I said, hanging up my coat. “That CBD oil Raquel gave him is working wonders. I’m going to talk to Justin…ah, Dr. Hilliard…about lowering his meds.”
“That’s awesome, Dimples,” he said, twisting the top off the beer and taking a swig. “Did you tell him about the baby yet?”
“It’s only been a few hours,” I pointed out. “I’ve still gotta figure out how to do it.”
He took another sip of beer and nodded.
I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his waist. “What’s wrong?”
He sighed. “Just got a lot on my mind, but I’m good.”
“This baby—”
“Is a blessing,” he interrupted. “It’s not about the baby.”
I bit my lip. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, baby, I’m fuckin’ sure.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You need a blowy?”
“What the fuck?” He nearly spit out his beer as he laughed. “Warn me next time you’re gonna drop a bomb.”
“No,” I countered with a chuckle as I grabbed a bottle of wine off the rack, remembered I couldn’t drink it, then put it back. “I needed you to get out of your head. Point: Wyatt.”
“So, no blowy?” he asked.
I grinned. “Oh, I’ll blow you, honey. Don’t you worry.”
“Can’t wait.” He kissed me gently. “Maisie wants you and her to have dinner on Wednesday.”
“I know,” I said. “Is that a problem?”
“No. I’ll send Aero and Scrappy with you.”
“Okay.” I gripped his cut. “Do you want to shower with me?”
“Yeah.” He nodded toward my bathroom. “I’ll meet you in there.”
“Do you need to talk? Because I don’t like this vibe I’m getting.”
He slid his hand to my neck and stroked my pulse. “The vibe’s leaving me, Dimples.”
