Page 91 of Baby Daddy

“A special little girl I know.” As the image of Tyson wearing her red cape flashed through my mind, Ari’s smooth voice sounded in my ears. He was ambling back into the living room, holding a small pink bundle in his arms.

“My princess, look who’s up!” he beamed, coming toward us.

Sarah stood up, her eyes twinkling. “Drake, meet our little angel, Rosie.”

Hesitantly, I rose, my eyes transfixed on the tiny, cocooned baby in Ari’s strapping arms. His expression oozed with paternal joy as he wooed her with funny little sounds and baby talk.

“She’s beautiful,” I said. Truly she was, with her ivory skin, chocolate brown eyes, and tuft of dark, silky hair. She already looked a lot like Sarah.

“Thanks,” said Ari, rocking her gently. “Do you have kids?”

A lump formed in my throat as my pulse quickened. How should I answer that question? Should I tell him this baby daddy had dozens? Hundreds?? Thousands? That maybe…

Sarah cut my thoughts short. “Drake, do you want to hold her?”

My stomach tightened. I hedged and hawed, but Sarah didn’t give me a chance. Taking the baby from Ari, she gently set her in my arms. “Here. Just be sure to hold her head up.”

“Hi,” I said softly, casting my gaze at her. She felt delicious. So amazing. Her sweet, intoxicating baby scent infected every one of my senses. To my astonishment, she stared up at me and curled her rosebud lips into a smile. I swear she had super powers—able to turn every bone in my body into liquid. As I held her with awe, Sarah planted a tender kiss on her silky scalp.

“This is my Mighty Girl. She can be anything she wants…even President of the United States.”

Back in the Town Car, I pumped a fist. Yes! We had a toy deal.

I made three quick calls.

One to my father to tell him the great news.

One to my licensing guy, asking him to handle my remaining meetings.

One to our travel department to book me a flight.

Three hours later I was on a Red Eye, heading back to LA.