My eyes bugged as I stared at him, hoping to communicate through my eyes. Burkeley was doing too much right now.
BK, what are you doing? You can’t promise houses and change of environment with a temporary baby daddy role.
When he held my gaze, I swore this muthafucka was challenging me to say something before I was reminded of his words.
To the world our relationship is real. They have to not only see it but feel it.
I backed down, turning my head forward. My dad went to open his mouth again, but I held a hand up, stopping him from asking his next question. This lightning round of interrogating Burkeley was over.
“Dad, please let him breathe and eat a bit. You don’t need all the answers to your fifty thousand questions tonight,” I said, which had Chris huffing while taking a bite of his food.
Burkeley leaned over and kissed my cheek before whispering into my ear.
“We talked about this, McKay, we want them comfortable. Let him ask whatever he wants. I have nothing to hide.” I nodded. But we did and I hated that I was the only one remembering that shit.
Burkeley then put his attention back on my parents. Kat was all smiles. Chris’s snarl was deep and seemed permanent since he’d pulled out the T-shirt.
“Dad, are you at least happy about the baby? You haven’t even said you were excited about being a Pop-Pop,” I teased, hoping to lighten the mood.
“First of all, baby girl, I believe the title you gave me was Papa, and secondly, as much as I would’ve loved to meet this young man without the extra announcement, of course I’m excited. My Mickey is giving me my first grand.”
“Chris, I can understand all of this is a lot, especially for a first meeting. You have my word though, I will take care of both McKay and Peanut. My parents raised me to be a man above all things. That includes handling my responsibilities and I can assure you the family we’re creating together is high on my list.”
“So the baby’s nickname is Peanut, huh?” Kat asked.
“Yeah, it only makes sense. McKay Marie, M&M, of course she would be carrying my Peanut.”
I knew my reasoning for calling the baby Peanut. I didn’t know if they were a boy or girl yet, but when Burkeley gave hisreason, that warm sensation returned to my chest, making me tear up.
What the fuck is this?
Emotions had no place between us, but Burkeley was making it hard.
“You never told me that. And here I was thinking it was a safe, gender-neutral name,” I said softly, avoiding his burning eyes.
“And when do we find out what we’re having? I won’t lie to you, Mickey. I hate being late to the news, especially for my first grandbaby. I’m weeks behind on shopping. We need to get your registry going and start planning the baby shower.”
Kat went on and on while I playfully rolled my eyes and groaned my annoyance.
“Mama, slow down. We have weeks left before we find out. Meaning, we have time before planning the baby shower or thinking about a registry. Dr. Compton said we can try to see at our next appointment,” I said, taking a bite of my fish.
“I can’t wait. I hope it’s a girl. Ooh, and instead of pink and blue, we can do colors like purple and green or something different and cute.” I laughed at my mom’s excitement.
“And what are you hoping for, a boy?” Chris asked and I knew the question was directed toward Burkeley.
“I’m not picky when it comes to all that. Just a healthy baby for me.” He reached down and placed his hand on my stomach, rubbing it in a circular motion, making sure to cover the full surface. Those fucking butterflies were back filling me up again and I hated that I was becoming so weak from Burkeley’s hands on me too damn fast. All of his touches and kisses since we’d stood on the porch were overkill to the pulse of my clit.
Mickey, this is only our first family encounter. How the hell are you going to survive three more months of this with this man and keep your rules and pussy intact?
I didn’t know, but I knew tonight would be one of those nights with me and my favorite battery-operated toy.
Chapter
Thirteen
Burkeley
“Do your parents know about the baby? I think we should set something up so we can all officially get to know each other,” Chris said to me, completely changing the subject. I didn’t miss his sharp tone.
