It almost made me laugh, but I figured he was already going to make me pay for it without making it worse. It would still be worth anything he put me through, though, even if I pissed my pants.
“How’d it go?” he asked grudgingly as Peter stepped up behind me.
We looked at each other.
“He lost,” Peter answered with disappointment.
I walked over to the other side of Mo, got down on my hands and knees and blew a raspberry on her upper arm before aiming for each of her cheeks so I could ask, using every bit of strength inside of me not to laugh, “How’d it go here?”
I glanced up to find Grandpa shooting me the same face.
Yeah, someone was going to scare the fuck out of me at the very least.
“Well, I think. Changed my first dirty nappy.” Jonah glanced at me with a slight smile on his face. “It was… something special. It didn’t smell like I thought it would.”
I looked down at my girl so he wouldn’t see me grin at what he’d gone through. He didn’t need to sound so happy about it either. “Did it get out of her diaper and go all over her back?”
Out of my peripheral vision, I saw his head tip up. And when I glanced back at him, his expression was serious as hell, and his voice was stunned and slow as he asked, “Is that possible?”
From the couch, Grandpa snickered, and I couldn’t fucking help but snicker too as I nodded at the beautiful man. “Yeah.” I cupped my hands and made an exploding gesture with them.
His blink made me laugh.
The things this man would learn. Honestly, part of me couldn’t wait to see his hands full of shit for the first time. Maybe Mo would throw up on him at least once. That would definitely make my day.
Jonah laughed, and I highly doubted it was my imagination that it sounded a little nervous. “I know what to expect now, I suppose. I never would have guessed someone so small could do such a thing. Is every child that… capable?”
“She takes after somebody, so it isn’t surprising,” my hater-ass grandpa threw in on a mumble, eyes back on the screen, and a smirk on his face.
I pulled the elastic out of my ponytail, not caring it was going to leave my hair a mess, and shot it at Grandpa. It hit him right on the chest. He had the nerve to throw his hand over the spot and shoot me a face that was way too dramatic for how much that only slightly stung.
A deep chuckle escaped the brown-haired man as he started to move one of those long, muscular legs that were taking up a ton of floor space. “Thank you for allowing me over,” Jonah said as he got to his knees and thrust a hand toward the man sitting on the couch.
Grandpa Gus’s nostrils flared for a moment before he took it, looking just as put out as I would have expected, but he gave it a shake anyway. He didn’t say anything in response though, and he did make a suspicious face.
With his hand back, Jonah paused and tipped his chin down. That same big hand moved toward the baby’s face, and one single finger—his index—touched a chubby Mo cheek before lightly giving the round little belly covered in a soft lilac onesie a tap. “Goodnight, Mo,” he said in that voice that was somehow laced with just enough kindness to sound sweet.
Mo waved her whole hand in the air, earning her another little tap of a finger against her tummy.
And in a way that I could have admired on any other person his size, Jonah got to his feet lightly and quietly, meeting my eyes as soon as he was up. “Thank you again, Lenny.”
It ate at my heart to say “You’re welcome” because I was an asshole.
His smile made me feel worse.
I almost sighed but got to my feet, scooping Mo up just as her dad made it to the hallway that would lead him to the front door. “Do you want me to give you a ride to your hotel?” I basically gritted out after him.
Over his shoulder, those intense honey-colored eyes lingered on my face. “It’s late. You should stay. Shouldn’t take too long for the driver to arrive if you don’t mind me sitting outside until they do.”
Was I being that much of a jerk that he thought I was