Baby Daddy Wanted (Crescent Cove 5)

“No. And that’s the problem.”

He frowned down at me. “Babe, you’re not making any sense.”

I pressed my lips together. His exasperated voice was so cute. Even cuter when he slipped and called me babe. He didn’t do that too often. I secretly liked it a lot.

But right now, even the cuteness factor of my incredibly adorable and super hot husband could not trump a baby. I grabbed his hand and dragged him away from the construction zone.

“This better not be a trick to get a look. If you’re going to try to bribe me, I prefer the hot pink teddy.”

“You already ruined that one, buddy.”

“I know. I didn’t mean to rip it.” His ears pinked up. “But I already bought you a new one. It came yesterday.”

“You did?” I smiled up at him. “You really liked that teddy.”

“Um, that would be a fact.”

In fact, he’d ripped it on our honeymoon during our first night at the swanky ski lodge he’d booked for us. Not that we actually skied at said lodge, but it was gorgeous. I’d put it on and stood in front of the huge windows in our honeymoon suite with the mountains behind me with a few candles and a roaring fireplace.

It had been one helluva night.

Maybe it had happened that night.

“As much as I’d love to see a fashion show starring you and lace, I was putting up tiles. I swear it will only take me another hour to finish and then I’m all yours for the night.” He tugged me closer by the little pocket of my yoga pants. “I can strip these off and we can shower off all the tile dust I’m covered in. We might even make it through a movie if we try really hard. Though I do prefer when you distract me from the screen.”

I laughed. That was my Murphy and all his perfect domesticity.

Latte came barking around the corner at the sound of his voice. Murphy was our baby’s favorite person.

Fur baby.

Knowing my luck, it will be real baby as well.

But I had to take a test first.

If he’d just cooperate.

“That all sounds amazing. But I think we need to do one thing really quick. It should only take five minutes. Maybe three. Depending on how many I take.”

“Take? You are making no sense. If I hurry up I can finish putting up the tiles then they can cure and I won’t even work tomorrow night. How’s that sound?”

“Murphy Mitchell Masterson will you shut up about the tiles?”

He blinked. “Did you have to use my stupid middle name?”

“Yes. I need you to come with me right now. Do not argue with me. Just do it.”

He linked our other fingers together. “All right. I’m sorry. Where are we going?”

“To the linen closet.”

“Do you need me to change a light bulb?”

I snorted. “No.”

“Get something you can’t reach?”

“Maybe.”