Page 32 of Baby Daddy

“Did you get an owie?” she asked, her gaze glued to my face.

Nervously, I rubbed the Band-Aid above my eyebrow. There was still a bump and it still hurt. “Yeah, I bumped my head,” I said, thankful I could come up with a fast answer.

“That must have hurt.” Her eyes traveled down my bare torso. “Wow! You have really big muscles!”

“Yeah. I work out.”

“Is that a big muscle between your legs?”

I glanced down. Christ. She was referring to my boner. My morning wood. And thanks to my wet dream, Little Miss Blow It All had rudely interrupted, it was bigger than usual. A ten-inch block of concrete that was ready to burst through the seams.

“Yeah, it’s a really big muscle,” I sputtered, mortification racing through me.

“Cool beans. Can I feel it?”

“Um, uh, not today. I worked out too hard. It hurts.” I wasn’t lying. My raging hard-on was killing me. Crying out for relief.

“Maybe my mommy can make it feel better.”

Oh, could she!At least in my dream. Before I could say another word, a voice sounded from behind me.

“Tyson, honey!” It was Dee. Naughty Nurse Dee. The little girl went flying to her mother. Spinning around, I watched as Dee lifted her into her arms and gave her a big hug.

“Did you have fun at Chandra’s house?”

“SO much fun!” She reached into her backpack. “Look what Chandra’s daddy gave me.”

She held up a four-inch-long white squiggly character sporting a Mohawk and sunglasses. Holy shit!

“What’s that?” asked a perplexed Dee.

“Mommy, it’s a sperm magnet!”

Dee and I gulped in unison. My mouth went dry. Sperm. I had an aversion to that word. A big one.

“Chandra’s daddy is a gynosaurus. He helps mommies make babies. He got this magnet at a furility confwence. Can we put it on the fridge?”

“Um, of course,” stuttered Dee.

“Yay! Did you have fun with Drake?”

Dee’s eyes met mine and a slow, diffident smile curled on her luscious lips. “Yes, baby girl. We had a very fun…playdate.”

“Did you feel Drake’s big muscle between his legs?”

Dee’s eyes fell to my crotch and I thought they might pop out of their sockets. Jesus. I should have covered up my boner with the blanket… a pillow…even my hands. Whatever. I quickly chimed in, sparing her from having to say a thing.

“Um, uh, I think I better be leaving.”

Tyson frowned. “Don’t you wanna come ice skating with us, Drake? My mommy promised to take me today. It’s my first time.”

Dee’s expression turned equally glum. “Ty-baby, I’m afraid we can’t go today. Aunt Lulu just texted me—she’s busy and can’t make it. I don’t know how to skate so it won’t be any fun, and I don’t want you alone on the ice.”

Tears welled in Tyson’s eyes, and in no time, they began to trickle down her cheeks. Her rosebud lips pouted. “But, Mommy, you promised!”

Dee affectionately ruffled her hand through Tyson’s loose hair, which fell almost to her waist. “Sweetie, we’ll do it some time…”

Call me a sucker, but the little girl’s tears were gutting me. I cut Dee off.

“…later this morning. I’m a great skater and I know just the place to go.”

While Dee looked at me with a puzzled expression, Tyson ran up to me and gave me a big hug. The frown on her face gave way to a huge smile. “YAY!! I can’t wait!!! I’m super duper excited!”

And so was I.