Hammered (Blue Bay Crew #3)- Cathryn Fox Page 0,30
Mom,” he says, and I carry him down the hall. The second he sees Summer, he reaches for her and she takes him in her arms, struggling to carry him around her protruding stomach.
“Hello there, handsome,” Summer says, and my gaze goes to Haven, who’s watching the exchange with a tender smile on her face.
“Can I hold him?” she asks.
“Yes, please,” Summer says and hands him over.
Haven takes him, and sets him on her knee. He grabs her hair and tugs. “Easy there, little one,” she says and tugs her hair free. “Wow, he has the same eyes as you, Tyler. He actually looks like you.”
“It wasn’t me,” I say and hold my hands up.
Summer rolls her eyes. “He looks like his father. All the Owens boys have those green eyes. I’m jealous.”
“Me too,” Haven says. “Do you know if you’re having a boy or girl?”
“I sure as hell hope it’s a girl,” I say. Haven glances at me, and I add, “If it’s not, I’m the third oldest, so Gram is hell bent on seeing me married and giving her a great-granddaughter.”
Summer sets our sandwiches in front of us and gathers up Devon. She sets him in his high-chair, and pours him a bowl of cereal. He digs right in, and Summer just smiles at him for a moment, the love and bond between mother and child filling my heart with happiness.
“He has an appetite like his uncle,” she tells Haven.
“He’s adorable.”
“I just need to keep him away from Tyler’s influence. I don’t want him acting like a twelve year old when he’s a grown man.”
Haven laughs, and Summer goes serious. “Honestly though, Tyler would be a great dad, even though he says he’d only screw the kids up. It’s not true. Devon loves him.”
I probably would screw a kid up, and while I know that, over the last couple of months there’s been a shift in me, one I can’t explain. Do guys have maternal, or rather paternal, ticking time clocks?
“I—” I begin, but Summer cuts me off.
“I know, I know. I don’t need to hear you say you don’t want kids. I’ve heard it enough already.” She gives a hard eye roll.
What I was going to say was that I might want kids someday, but it’s best to keep my mouth closed. I don’t want my pregnant sister-in-law going into shock and giving birth in her kitchen. Summer turns her attention to Haven.
“Do you want children someday?” she asks, and a pained look comes over Haven’s face. “I’m sorry.” Summer gives a fast shake of her head and holds one hand up, palm out. “You don’t have to answer that. It’s a very personal question to some people, and honestly it’s none of my business.”
“No, it’s okay. It’s just with my career, a family isn’t in the cards.” Warmth and longing dances in her eyes as she gazes at baby Devon. “I don’t want to bring a child in the world if I can’t give him or her the attention they deserve.”
I take a big bite of my sandwich and take in the way Haven is tearing at the napkin. Summer obviously hit a nerve with her question. Yeah, there’s definitely more to this woman than meets the eye. But I’m not going to dig too deep. Her business is hers, and mine is mine. I’ve never been deeply involved with a woman before, and I’m not going to start with one who has a career on the road. I might be a lot of things, and been called a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.
Summer puts her hand on Haven’s and gives a little squeeze. “Totally understandable.” She smiles and changes the subject. “Okay, now I need to feed this little one,” she says and takes a bite of her sandwich as she rubs her stomach.
We spend the next fifteen minutes chatting and eating and once we’re done, I help clear the table. “Do you want to come for a swim with us?” I ask Summer.
“No, you two go. I need to give little man here a bath, and then we’re headed out with Gram to pick up some things.”
“Haven is staying at the house for a bit,” I explain.
“I heard that.” She laughs. “Leave it to Gram to invite the cast and crew to her place.”
“I’m moving out for a bit,” I say, and Haven’s head snaps my way. “No way am I staying there with everyone coming and going all the