If there was a medal for screwing up, somebody could hand it right on over to him.
“What I mean is…” He picked up her hands. Held them to his chest. “You’re enough on your own.”
She pulled away, but he gave her the slightest squeeze.
“If I wasn’t part of the package, then you’d still want the baby,” she said. “But if there wasn’t the baby, then you wouldn’t want me.”
Well. Fuck.
“Court.”
“No. I mean it when I say I understand. We’re forced into this box together and need to figure out how to maneuver together. That won’t change. I accept that. Own it. I was there in the shower with you. I didn’t stop you.”
“Court.” He shouldn’t have done it. Dammit, playing dirty wasn’t his style. Nevertheless, he leaned in and started singing some old-school boy band—New Kids on the Block.
“You are the worst.”
“I think you mean the best.”
That got him a crack of a smile. “We have to navigate this together. You want in. I want in. That’s why I agree I should come stay with you to try for some stability.” She squeezed his hands. Frowned.
Nope. He didn’t love the frown.
He should offer her the guesthouse, but—
“I figure we can use the guesthouse for all the grandparents. Either set can come to Denver to hang with Tiny Badass…” He paused. “And us.”
She glanced up from under her lashes. Were they wet? They were totally wet.
“I have an idea.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him. “Let’s make a deal. We only have our disagreements in the pirate ship.”
“Are you serious?” She leaned back, but he followed.
“Yeah. It’ll be our space. Whenever we need to have a private mommy and daddy discussion, we’ll come here.”
The hair on her shoulders bobbed as she shook her head. “That’sa ridiculous idea.”
“I don’t think so.” He smirked. “See? It’s already working. I’m happy to disagree with you in here.”
“I will not agree to only argue with you inyourpirate ship.”
“Ourpirate ship.” He lifted his eyebrows. “I mean, if you’re moving in here, it’ll be your ship too.” He gave her a squeeze before letting go. “Great. Now that we’ve decided that, is there anything else you want to discuss?”
“I don’t know that we finished that conversation.”
“Did you have more to add?”
“Not really.”
“There you go.”
“I don’t really enjoy arguing with you in the pirate ship.”
“’Cause I’m right. I get it. I wouldn’t wants t’ argue wit’ me either in this here ship.”
Courtney looked at the ceiling. Unfortunately, all it held in this cramped space was a wooden roof. “It is impossible to argue with you when you talk like a pirate.”
He grinned. Looked like the pirate ship would work just fine.
