“She’s fine.I couldn’t get him to stop crying though.”
“Where’s his mama, West?”Mama rocks him gently against her shoulder, patting his backside the way Daisy had.
“Sleeping.She was so tired, I didn’t wanna wake her.”I glance around at all the bodies in Daisy’s living room.It’s too much.She’s going to freak when she sees my whole brood stomping over her carpet.
Colt and Cash run up the drive as if their asses are on fire.“What happened?”
“Nothing,” Wade says, tilting his chin in my direction.“This dumbass doesn’t know how to be a baby daddy.”
“Like you would fare any better.”
“Hey, who do you think carted Lemon and Wyatt around while your grumpy ass was kicking rocks for being left behind by Daddy and the ranch hands?”
I shake my head as Colt walks inside.Cash is right on his heels.“Is Daisy around, I wanna say hi?”
“She’s sleeping,” I snap.
“Still trying to keep her all to yourself, I see,” Cash says, turning his attention to the baby.“Now, let me get a look at this little fella.”
Mama hands Waylon off to Cash and takes the bags from Lemon and Colt, then she heads for the kitchen.
“Look.I appreciate y’all, but y’all gotta leave.I really only need Mama and Lemon here, seeing as they’re the only ones with boobs.”
“Daisy got any of that cobbler left?”Wade asks, ignoring me.
“Oh, that was the shit,” Wyatt agrees.“Let’s go look for some.”
“You’re not going to eat her damn food.”
“Well, what’s Mama doing?”Wade makes a beeline for the kitchen and—like always—Wyatt isn’t far behind.
“Probably not eating a new mother out of house and home,” I mutter under my breath.
“Maybe we should get a pink couch,” Lemon says to Colt—whom she’s already canoodling with on the plush velvet sofa.
I throw my head back and tip my nose to the sky, praying God will forgive me if I suddenly turn homicidal.Then I realize there’s nothing I can do now and follow my brothers into the kitchen.
Mama is standing at the stove already searing a rolled roast.Cash is seated at the breakfast table gently rocking the sleeping baby in his arms, and my brothers are pouring glasses of lemonade for my whole damn family.
“Seriously, you guys can’t stay.”
“We’re just having one drink.”
“This ain’t Earl’s, Wade.It’s Daisy’s house.”
“And I’m sure she won’t mind if we wet our whistles.We didn’t even get to touch the beer Alexis poured for us on account of your 911 text.”
“Which, again, was solely meant for someone who knows how to take care of an infant.Not for all you circus folk.”
“Hey, I resent that.I’m great with babies,” Wade says, taking Waylon from Cash.The baby screams bloody murder, and my brother promptly hands him back.
“Sit down before you have kittens, West,” Mama chastises.“Daisy knows what a house full of Winchesters looks like.I’ll fix her some more lemonade before we’re done.”
“Where did you get the pot roast.”
“I bought it from the Piggly Wiggly, along with some other things she might need that men wouldn’t have the first clue about.”
“Thanks, mama.”
