When I looked up from the books, I noticed a shirtless Graham standing before me. My eyes danced across his toned chest and caramel skin before I forced myself to stop gawking at him. For an author, he was unnervingly good-looking and fit. A tattoo traveled up his left arm, wrapping around to the back of his shoulder blade, and his arms appeared as if his biceps had their own biceps, who had then given birth to their own biceps.
For a moment, I considered if he truly was an author and not Dwayne Johnson.
After he took off Talon’s onesie, leaving her in only a diaper, he reached into the crib, lifted the crying baby into his muscular arms, and started swaying back and forth as her ear lay against his chest, over his heart.
“It’s when the parent and the child have skin-to-skin contact to form a bond. It works best for mothers, I believe, though the nurses told me I should try it, which seems pointless,” he grumbled as the crying continued. He held her as if she was a football and swayed frantically, almost as if he was falling apart from not being able to calm her.
“Maybe we should try feeding her again,” I offered. “Do you want me to make a bottle?”
“No.” He shook his head. “You wouldn’t know how warm it would have to be.”
I smiled, unbothered by his lack of faith in me. “That’s fine. Here, hand her over and you can go make the bottle.” His brows furrowed and doubt crept into his frown, deepening it. I sat down in the gray gliding chair in the corner and held my arms out. “I promise to not let her go.”
“You have to protect her head,” he told me as he slowly—very slowly—placed Talon in my arms. “And don’t move until I’m back.”
I laughed. “You have my word, Graham.”
Before he left the room, he glanced back at me, as if he expected the baby to be on the floor or something ridiculous. I couldn’t fault him for his fears, though; it seemed Graham had a hard time when it came to trust, especially after my sister walked out on him.
“Hello, beautiful,” I said to Talon, gliding her in the chair, holding her close to me. She was beautiful, a work of art almost. A few weeks ago she had been a tiny peanut, and since the last time I saw her, she had gained five pounds. She was a survivor, a beacon of hope. The more I glided in the chair, the more she seemed to calm down. By the time Graham returned to the room, she was sleeping peacefully in my arms.
He cocked an eyebrow. “How did you do that?”
I shrugged. “I guess she just really loves this chair.”
He grimaced and reached for Talon, taking her from my hold and placing her sleeping self into the crib. “Leave.”
“What?” I asked, confused. “I’m sorry, did I do something wrong? I thought you wanted—”
“You can go now, Lucille. Your services are no longer needed.”
“My services?” I remarked, stunned by his coldness. “I just came to help. You called me.”
“Now I’m uncalling you. Goodbye.”
He hurried me to the front door and ushered me out without another word. Not even a thank you was mentioned before he slammed the door in my face.
“Don’t forget to drink the coffee I brought you that’s sitting on the counter!” I hollered, banging on his door. “It’s black—ya know, like your soul.”
“He called you over at three in the morning?” Mari asked, unlocking the shop the next morning. We were closed on Sundays, but we went in to prep for the following week ahead. “Granted, I was happy when you didn’t come to wake me at five in the morning for hot yoga, but I was wondering where you were. How’s the baby?”
“Good, she’s doing well.” I smiled as I thought about her. “She’s perfect.”
“And he’s…handling it all by himself?”
“The best he can,” I said, walking inside. “He’s struggling, I think. Him calling me was a big deal, I could tell.”
“That’s so weird that he’d call you. He hardly knows you.”
“I don’t think he has family of his own. I think his father was the last family he had. Plus, I gave him my number in case he needed the help.”
“And then he kicked you out?”
“Yup.”
Mari rolled her eyes. “That totally seems like a stable living arrangement for a child. I could tell when he came into the shop that he had an edge to him.”
“He’s definitely rough around the edges, but I think he really wants to do right by Talon. He was forced into a situation and thought he’d have a partner to help him, but now he’s doing it all on his own.”