I watch as Jacob walks toward my bookshelf.
“Story?” he asks, reaching for a book and bringing it back to Nathan with a huge smile on his adorable face.
“I don’t think we have time for Fifty Shades of Grey,” he says, his eyes flicking to mine. My cheeks heat, not because I’m embarrassed about what I read, but of all the books he could have grabbed, it had to be that one. “We have shopping to do.”
Jacob pouts. Nathan swoops him into his arms and Jacob giggles.
I quickly snatch the book from Nathan, and he wiggles his eyebrows. I just shake my head and add it to the top shelf. Turning back around, I clap my hands together.
“You boys ready to go shopping?”
Nathan tilts his head, looking at Jacob. “We’re ready, right, buddy?”
Jacob nods, and Nathan holds up his palm for a high five. His hand is gigantic compared to Jacob’s, but that doesn’t stop Jacob from giving it a loud slap.
Nathan shakes out his hand. “Someone wants to take after their dad,” he jokes before cocking his head to the side. “You ready, Tink?”
I nod, grab my bag, and then pull on my Dr. Martens, bending down to lace them up as Nathan moves past me. I glance up and notice how thick his thighs are. I swallow, look back to his shoes, and then remember how big his feet are. What the hell?
When I stand up, I’m glad he’s already in the hallway because I swear my skin is on fire. I can’t help it, I’m only human, and he is pretty hot.
Biting my lip, I lock up and turn around to face him.
“You okay?” he asks with a smile.
“Yep, after you,” I say, waving my hand in front of me.
He looks like he’s about to say something, but instead, he spins on his heel and starts down the stairs, and that is when I get the perfect view of his arse. Oh my God, that wasn’t my intention. I raise my eyes and look at the back of his head.
When we get to the car, he opens the back door and calls out, his head inside the vehicle. “Get in. I just need to buckle this little guy in,” he says.
I pull on my seatbelt when I climb in and find myself peering over my shoulder and watching as Nathan pulls Jacob’s arms out of his puffy coat before clicking the buckles in place. And I realise I have no clue how to do that. He’s going to look like Super Nanny when the twins arrive, whereas I’ll just look, I don’t know, inadequate.
Once he’s behind the wheel, he glances at me as he clips in his belt and pushes the ignition button.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asks.
I cross my arms. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
He brings his index finger up and gently presses it between my eyes, and I grab it and pull it down, but don’t let go. “Because you’re frowning.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “I was just noting how proficient you seemed to get him in his child-seat and how I have no clue how that sh—sugar works.”
Tugging my hand, which still holds his finger, he brings it towards him. “Meg had to show me six times and don’t even get me started on his pram. Hence why I left it behind, figured we’d need the boot space anyway.”
He brings my hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it, and I quickly let go of his finger. He just winks and then looks back over his shoulder to Jacob.
“Music?” he asks.
“Please,” Jacob responds in the sweetest voice.
Oh my God, too damn adorable.
“You got it, buddy.”
Nathan presses something on his steering wheel, and music fills the car with a Disney song I recognise.
“Is this?” I look at him as he checks his mirrors before pulling out onto the road.
