bringing her close so he could whisper in her ear, “I’m sorry. I spoke that shhh too soon. You go ahead and complain. Your diaper’s wet and leaking. You’ve got to be miserable. Let’s hear it.”
Madelyn awakened to see Ty standing over her, holding the baby, whispering something that made the little girl giggle and pat his face. Her first thought was to wonder how long he’d been standing there watching her sleep, which stirred a whirlwind of emotions inside her. The one she expected was attraction. He was luscious wearing only an undershirt and gray trousers, and it was simply too early in the morning to battle down any instinctive roller-coaster ride her tummy and heart might take. The emotion she hadn’t expected, though, and the one that was infinitely more difficult to deal with, was a kind of joy. Ty was behaving very sweetly with the baby and for some reason—also too early in the morning to dissect—that pleased her enormously.
Cuddling Sabrina, Ty had the air of a man bonding with his baby. He appeared at ease and comfortable starting the day in a private moment with the little girl he had been entrusted to raise. In fact, the whole room was bathed in intimacy. Wrapped in warm covers, watching him nuzzle Sabrina, Madelyn felt very much like a wife watching her husband. And it didn’t seem wrong, or even inappropriate. It seemed absolutely normal.
Because that feeling was dead wrong and also more than a little bit stupid, Madelyn shifted her attention away from herself and Ty, and put it back where it belonged. On Ty and his child. His nuzzling Sabrina appeared effortless. His loose, yet protective hold wasinstinctive. The way he blew on her neck, teasing and playing, wasn’t something that could be taught. From those simple things it was clear to Madelyn that baby care would come to this man naturally, if he would only spend some time with Sabrina.
Madelyn’s hopes for her boss skyrocketed, until he glanced down and saw she was awake.
“There you are,” he said, and virtually dropped the baby on Madelyn’s stomach. “I’m late.”
With that he pivoted and strode out of the room as Madelyn grabbed the wobbling baby to keep her from rolling to the floor.
So much for celebrating Ty’s instincts.
But at least she knew he had them. And she wasn’t letting him forget. In fact, seeing how easily baby care seemed to come to him fortified her resolve to put “Operation: Baby Love” into effect.
After Ty ran out of the house for work, Madelyn put Sabrina in the baby seat and set it on the floor just beyond the half-open curtain of the shower so she could begin dressing for the day. She had just wrapped herself in a thick terry cloth robe when her mother entered the front door.
“Madelyn?” she called up the steps.
“Mom?”
Her dad called, “Are you decent?”
“Yes.”
Then both parents clambered up the steps and invaded her bedroom simultaneously.
“I’ll take the baby,” her dad said.
“No, I’ll take the baby,” her mother argued. “She needs to be bathed and dressed. I can do that while Madelyn puts on that pretty blue suit you have in your hands.”
Ron handed the suit to Madelyn. “So what do I do?”
“Well, since you’re here, I would love some toast,” Madelyn ventured sheepishly.
“Okay. Okay,” Ron said as he left the room.
Madelyn and her mother worked quickly to get both Madelyn and the baby dressed. Then Madelyn gobbled a piece of toast and took her car keys from her mother. “Did you get the car seat Arlene left in the garage?”
“Yep. It’s already installed.”
“I did that,” her dad said.
“Good,” Madelyn said, lifting the carrier that held Sabrina. “Diaper bag?”
“Check.” Penney slid the tightly packed blue plaid monstrosity onto Madelyn’s free shoulder. “You’re all set to go.”
“Wish me luck.”
“Luck,” her dad said as she walked to the door. “I have a feeling you’re going to need it.”
So did Madelyn,
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