Page 64 of Baby Daddy

“Does that mean it sucked?” asked Ty.

“Ty!” gasped a blushing Dee.

Giving Ty a noogie, I smiled the big, heartfelt smile that only she could put on my face. “Yeah, Mighty, it sucked.” Fucking sucked. I loved that this child spoke my language.

“Drake, get something to eat,” insisted Dee, recovering from Ty’s precocious but unnerving comment.

“I’m good. I’m not that hungry.”

“You can have the rest of my burger,” Ty offered.

Okay, a small lie. I was a little hungry. “What kind?”

“A cheeseburger with everything on it except onions. I hate onions! Ewww!” She adorably scrunched up her face with disgust.

My favorite kind of burger and I, too, hated onions. “Are you sure you don’t want it?”

“Drake, I want you to have it,” she replied, handing me the half-eaten burger off her red plastic tray.

“Thanks.” As I prepared to take a bite, she grabbed a fry and dipped it into her milkshake. Left-handed like me, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Mighty, you always dip your fries into your milkshake?”

I watched as she stuffed the shake-coated fry into her mouth.

Dee answered for her. “Yes. She always has.”

“That’s so weird,” I mumbled, reaching across the table for a fry. “I do that too. For as long as I can remember.” I dunked the fry into her milkshake and followed suit.

“Mmm,” I moaned, savoring the flavor of sweet and salty in my mouth.

“That’s so cool, Drake. We’re twins!”

Dee rolled her eyes. “You guys are so weird.”

“Drake, can you wiggle your ears?” asked Ty, her voice animated.

I watched as she demonstrated and then I wiggled mine. It was a talent I’d inherited from my old man. Like father like son.

“What about you, Dee?” I asked while Ty giggled and continued to wiggle hers.

“I can’t.”

So like father like daughter?Ty caught my attention before my mind dwelled on Kyle.

“What about this?” she asked, sticking out her tongue and then curling it to touch the tip of her button nose.

“Uh-huh.” My voice was garbled as I mimicked her. “Dee, can you do this?”

My eyes stayed glued on her as she stuck out her tongue and struggled to make it reach her nose. Impossible. Both Ty and I burst into laughter.

“Give it up, Mommy.”

I loved watching Dee’s tongue in action. “Dee, don’t worry. Your tongue has many other special talents.”

Giving up, she flushed at my words. God, she was cute. My cock stirred in my jeans at the memory of last night’s blowjob.

“You should at least try one of these.” I dipped another fry, the longest and thickest one, into the milkshake and offered it to Dee.