“A Vincenti…like Talon…”
“That’s his son.”
Paisley’s mouth forms an ‘O’ for a second. “I have a hunch.”
“About the baby’s mom?”
Paisley nods. Her gaze still shifting back and forth to me. “Yeah. I don’t want to put him in the system for a while in case she comes back.”
“All right then.” Fiona holds out her hands for the baby. “Anything I should know?”
“We got no information other than his name, medical history, and a letter for when he grows up.”
How can a woman who cares enough to make sure her child has his medical history and a letter to comfort him when he grows up give her child away?
“Dash has no known allergies. He likes to eat four ounces every four hours.”
“That’s why he’s a chunky little boy.” Fiona cuddles the baby close.
“Everything you’ll need for today is in the diaper bag, and the team will set up his crib in your room like last time.”
Wait. What?
Fiona isn’t just babysitting. She’s fostering this child…without any notice.
This isn’t the first time.
Why can’t I picture Fiona as a foster parent?
Because she’s hot.
Stumblingly beautiful women who are my age aren’t interested in raising a baby that isn’t their own.
Not that I’ve been checking the market.
I’m judging Fiona on her looks, which is hypocritical, but still. If I weren’t seeing her cuddle that baby in her arms, I wouldn’t believe it.
That’s sexier than any white dress.
Though it’s a good thing she didn’t wear that dress today. I might have ended up on one knee in front of a woman I barely know.
And I’m back to thinking crazy things.
Focus on the woman in front of you who’s holding the cutest baby boy. His curly head of hair peeks out over Fiona’s shoulder. Those soft locks are several shades darker than Fiona’s light brown braid.
Hope’s hair was that curly when she was his age. She had these big, almost white ringlets creating a halo around her head. The curls got tighter as she got older, but only slightly darker.
“Day care won’t have a spot for him for another two days.” Paisley sets the massive diaper bag down on the edge of the picnic table.
It’s tempting to peek in to see what she thinks is essential for caring for a baby. I can bet there isn’t a sensor that monitors blood pressure, oxygen saturation, heart rate, and rhythm, which should be on every baby at every moment of the day.
But then I’ve been told I’m a bit overprotective. Is Fiona?
How many children has she fostered?
Paisley is treating this like it’s no big deal.
A baby should be a big deal.
