Page 45 of Baby Daddy
CHAPTER 21
Dee
We indulged in sugary sweet rainbow snow cones just before leaving The Pier at four o’clock. We’d been there for over five hours, and to be honest, I was a little weary. Ty, on the other hand, was still going strong and probably could have lasted until the amusement park closed at midnight.
On the drive home, we encountered light freeway traffic and got to my part of town in no time. Despite her energy, Ty fell asleep in the backseat, snuggled against the humongous frog Drake had won. I glanced back at her several times. My sweetie-pie looked so content. So peaceful. Drake had given her the best time of her life.
“Did you have fun?” he asked me as we turned off onto my exit.
“Yes. I had a blast. So did Ty. Thank you.”
“No. Thank you. I had a great time too.”
Memories of the day replayed in my head. From all the gnarly rides to all the fun games. I thought about our laughter. Our connection. His erection. Our smiles. How he held me tightly while I was screaming my head off on the roller coaster and spun me around after my first Skee-Ball game. Then, I thought about Zoltar, the fortune teller. My fortune was in my purse. Usually, I threw those ridiculous things out, but something made me want to hold on to it along with Ty’s. When I got home, I was going to stick them on the refrigerator door with Ty’s timely sperm magnet. Zoltar had turned a disbeliever into a believer—at least a wannabe.
Once off the freeway, the Sunday night traffic built up as we headed east on Sunset Boulevard. I was still getting used to it. Twenty minutes later, Drake parked his car in front of my house and Ty woke up.
“We’re home already, Mommy?” she asked, rubbing her eyes, her voice a little groggy.
“Yes, cupcake. We’re home.”
“Is Drake coming to the rest of my birthday party?”
Lifting his brows, Drake shot me a surprised look. I gulped down a ball of guilt.
Before I could say a word, he invited himself.
“Mighty Girl, I’d love to. I even have presents for you.”
He did?
“YAY!” screamed my daughter.
And silently, I screamed yay too. And so did my ovaries.