Quinn’s phone number. A frantic call to the Eagle’s Nest to try to get in touch with Lexi to get the number ended in futility.
And then the poopy diaper struck. A complete blowout where shit had gone all the way up little Thomas’ back.
Give him tangoes with grenades any day over this. He was supposed to be at Quinn’s house in fifteen minutes and had no way of getting in touch with her to let her know why he wasn’t coming.
Just like last time.
Even if he threw the car seats and kids in the car right at this second, he’d barely make it in time.
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“Okay, the poop machine is clean! Grab your stuff and get in the car. We’re going on a field trip.”
They obviously had no idea what he was talking about, but those two were never ones to turn down an adventure.
There is no way they could take Baby’s truck with the car seat situation, but Finn’s Jeep was still here, so they would take that. Baby chuckled as he opened the passenger door of his brother’s beloved vehicle. In the backseat was a baby carrier and a booster seat—a testament to how often Jess was with them—a far cry from the bachelor mobile it used to be.
He figured out how to click in the baby carrier with Ethan’s help, while Jess buckled herself into her booster seat. Baby jogged around, got in, and started the Jeep.
“Now listen to me.” He eased the Jeep down the driveway and onto the main road. “I’m going to meet a lady friend. I need you guys to act as cute as possible. That won’t be a problem for Thomas unless he poops again.”
More giggles. “And what happens if he does, Uncle Baby?” Jess asked with a grin.
“We move to Plan B,” Baby teased.
“Which is?” Ethan asked with an eyebrow raised.
“We book it back here, and I never talk to my lady friend again.”
The kids erupted into giggles, egging baby Thomas on to poop his pants again.
“Is this a date? Who is it with? Someone we know? Is she nice?” Jess fired out her questions like she always did. “And I’m pretty cute when I try to be, you know.”
The kids knew Boy Riley pretty well. They’d be delighted to find out that the lady in question was his sister. But until Quinn was ready to make that secret known, Baby wouldn’t tell it.
“She’s the new waitress at the Eagle’s Nest. Her name is Quinn, and she’s very nice.”
He was already twelve minutes late when he pulled up in front of Mrs. Mazille’s house. This place didn’t look any better in the daylight hours than it had the night of her birthday.
Not that he’d been paying too much attention to the building itself.
He glanced in the rearview mirror at the crew in the back seat. This was so not how he’d planned on this date going.
“You two stay here. I’m going to take Thomas with me. Maybe it will get me some cuteness brownie points.”
“Aw man.” Jess pouted. Ethan shook his head in disgust.
“You two just be cool.”
He unhooked the baby carrier and smiled down at Thomas, who was busy sucking on his tiny fist. “Okay, buddy. It’s your time to shine.”
Jess and Ethan were both still muttering about how they were cute too as Baby closed the door, walked up to Quinn’s door, and knocked. She answered a few moments later looking quite cool and composed in her blue sweater and trim pants.
She leaned against the door frame casually and flicked her gaze to him. “I thought maybe you weren’t coming again.”
He sighed. “I really need to get your phone number. That would make conversing with you a lot easier.”
“You had my email address through the college; you could’ve used that.”
He definitely hadn’t had the time it would have taken him to write an email. “Didn’t think of it. Probably because of the rug rats I got roped into babysitting.” He held up the baby carrier. “This is Thomas, my nephew. He’s adorable, see? Therefore, I’m hoping you’ll forgive me for being late for our date. Again.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Did you kidnap him?”
But when she looked down at Thomas, she smiled. Of course, she smiled. Who couldn’t look at this adorable infant and not smile?
“My brother Finn and his wife Charlie had to take her parents into Reddington City for some medical tests. It took longer than they thought. I really am sorry, but I didn’t want you to think