Page 75 of Baby Daddy
“Lucinda!” I always called her by her real name when I got mad at her.
“Deandra, he’s not going to be able to keep his mouth off you.”
Tyson giggled. “You should let him do kissy lips with you, Mommy. Drake’s a super duper kisser.”
I saw myself blush in the mirror. My sassy girl was right. Right as always. Drake was an amazing kisser and the thought of his lips consuming mine sent shivers down my spine while the rest of me heated.
Forty-five minutes later, my makeover was complete. With Ty’s help, Dee had arranged my hair into a sexy, messy bun and applied just the right of amount of makeup on my face, insisting I wear her red lipstick to match my dress. And she’d given me her cubic Zirconia earrings, the perfect finishing touch. A little before six, I glanced in the floor length mirror that Ty and I shared. I barely recognized myself. I looked…well, uh… as Ty put it, like a princess. A modern, sexy one. The doorbell rang. My pulse went into overdrive and my stomach fluttered. Drake.
I was shocked by my own image, but nothing prepared me for seeing Drake in a tux. My heart flipped. He looked dazzling…totally swoon-worthy…his hair slicked back, his sapphire eyes glimmering, and a megawatt smile beaming on his breathtaking face. My body temperature soared as the butterflies came back in a swarm. I suddenly wished I had a fan that matched my dress. In fact, any fan.
“Hi,” I squeaked. Be still my heart!
“Hi,” he said back, his gaze transfixed on me.
Ty, already in her jammies, raced over to him. “Doesn’t my mommy look pretty?”
I flushed while Drake’s eyes raked over me and then met mine again.
“She looks beautiful.”
My skin prickled at his words and I felt myself turn almost as red as my dress. “Thanks,” I murmured.
“You guys have a great time,” chimed in Lulu, sparing me from having to say more.
“Be good,” I told Tyson, bending down to give her a light kiss on her forehead, not wanting to ruin my lipstick. “And don’t wait up for me.”
She looked up at Drake with a mixture of adoration and conspiratorial mischief in her eyes. “Have fun with my mommy.”
He effortlessly lifted her into his arms, not the least bit concerned she’d mess up his sexy-as-sin tux. Something about this big, strong, stunning man in his formal wear hugging my sweet little girl made my heart melt. I watched as she straightened his slightly off kilter bow tie. Able to hold her up with one hand, he ruffled her hair. “Thanks, Mighty.” He shot me an unnerving wink. “I plan to.”