Two Men and a Baby - Isla Olsen Page 0,28

see she and Connor getting along so well.

I’m also secretly glad Connor’s not taking me up on my suggestion to lose the beard. It was a half-hearted one at best, if I’m being honest. I’ve never really been into the beard thing before, but on Connor it is seriously hot, and I’m not entirely ready to give up that eye candy just yet.

Connor gets to his feet and starts clearing the table from dinner. This is the second week in a row Laura’s stayed to eat after coming to pick Chase up on a Sunday evening and I think it’s well on it’s way to becoming a weekly thing.

“I should probably get going,” Laura says. “Chase needs to get to bed.”

“Okay, no worries,” Connor says. “I’ll be there to pick him up on Tuesday.” He walks around the counter and presses a kiss to Chase’s forehead.

I can’t help smiling at the sight. Seeing how well Connor’s adjusted to all this in such a short time is kind of an amazing thing to witness, and, yeah, it definitely has me feeling all warm and gooey whenever I see him with Chase.

After Laura leaves, Connor and I finish up washing the dishes. “Do you need to get going or do you want to stay for a bit?”

I shrug, placing a clean plate in the rack to dry. “I can stay for a couple hours.”

I stroll over to the sofa and sink into it. Before I really know what’s happening, Connor has stretched out on the couch with his head in my lap, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Um…are you comfortable there?” I ask wryly.

“Yep. Feels great.”

I roll my eyes but say nothing.

“Hey, I need you to do me a favor.”

“What’s that?”

Connor looks up at me with big puppy dog eyes I know I’m not going to be able to say no to. “I need you to check my beard for other bits of goop.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Come on…I have to work tomorrow.”

“So wash your beard,” I say simply.

“It’s not due for a wash until Tuesday.”

“I think you need to work out a better beard-washing schedule. You should wash it after you’ve been with Chase, not before.”

“I’ll take that under advisement. Now, about that favor…”

I let out a resigned sigh, shaking my head. “Fine. You so owe me, though.”

“Noted. And just so you know, I haven’t given up,” he murmurs as I get to work.

“On what?”

“On my plan to woo you.”

I chuckle. “Is this supposed to be part of it? Because, let me tell you, sifting through your beard for remnants of baby food is not sexy.”

“No this isn’t part of it,” he admits. “I’m just lowering your guard. And then when you least expect it, I’m going to strike. Like a ninja wooer.”

I arch an eyebrow. “So you’re lowering my guard by telling me your plan?”

He taps a finger to his temple. “Exactly.”

And the problem is, it might just be working.

Connor

“Hey, Jamie, you want to hold him?” Cait asks.

I can’t help the chuckle that escapes my lips as I see the horrified expression that crosses Jamie’s face at the prospect of holding my baby nephew.

“Um, no thanks, I’m pretty set with this slice of pizza. Might take me a while to finish it.”

Cait rolls her eyes. “Well, one of you idiots is going to have to take him because I’m about to pee my pants.”

I stride over to my sister and take Dylan from her arms. Without comment, she rushes off to her bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

He feels so fucking tiny in my arms and it makes my heart hurt a little, knowing I missed this part with Chase and I won’t ever get that back.

“You seem to be doing alright there, Con,” Shay says with a smirk. “Haven’t dropped him or anything.”

I give him the finger and move over to the counter, where the pizza boxes lay open. Holding Dylan to my shoulder with one hand, I reach for a slice with the other.

Jamie’s from London and he’s living over there at the moment, so he’s taking the opportunity on this visit back to meet Dylan. And that turned into an impromptu pizza party with Shay, Jamie, Owen, Blake, Dec and me in Cait’s tiny apartment when Shay texted everyone an invite—without Cait’s knowledge, of course.

When Cait comes back from the bathroom she comes over to take Dylan from me but I shake my head. “It’s fine, I’ve got him. Take a break