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"I'm sorry about that." I move toward Charlie. She's lying on her back on a blanket, staring up at the stuffed horse and other toys dangling off the active gym. Her little legs kick beneath her pink pajamas, one sock already discarded on the floor next to her.

"Hey, peanut," I coo.

She turns her head, and her entire face lights up. She squeals and starts bouncing.

My heart damn near explodes. "Well, there's my girl." I crouch in front of her and hold out my hands.

She reaches for my finger and squeezes it.

It gets me every time. I scoop her off the floor and kiss one chubby cheek, then the other. "Good morning, peanut."

She grabs my nose.

I laugh. "Yep. Daddy missed you too. Did you keep Grandma up?"

"It wasn't that bad. She went right back down both times," Lorraine assures.

"That's good. Did she eat?"

Lorraine gives me a look.

"What?"

"I raised a child, Jagger."

"I know."

"Then yes. I fed her."

I fight a smile. "Just checking."

"She had a bottle at six. Good thing Lainey's got so much milk coming out of her, she has a freezer full."

The thought of me sucking milk out of Lainey's breast and the way her back arched off the mattress hits me. My cock strains against my zipper.

Fuck. Not appropriate right now.

I clear my throat. "Thanks for taking such good care of her."

"Of course. She's my granddaughter."

"And a super-cute one too. Aren't you, peanut?" I coo, then pull her into my chest, kissing her head.

Lorraine heads toward the kitchen. "Coffee?"

"Sure."

I follow her with Charlie.

Lorraine pours two cups and slides one across the counter.

"Thanks." I sit at the barstool.

She leans against the other counter, sipping coffee, and staring at Charlie. "It's good Lainey's sleeping. She doesn't get enough."

"I've noticed."

"She's been doing everything herself for almost a year."