The Goal
Page 85
I choke out a laugh. “Jesus, Sabrina. You’re getting off on our daughter trying to nurse on me?”
“No, I get off on that.” She gestures to us.
I still don’t get it.
“A gorgeous, bare-chested man holding a tiny infant?” she prompts. “It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Damned if my dick doesn’t stiffen beneath my shorts. “Yeah?” I say slowly.
“Oh yeah.” She sighs. “Damn you, Tuck. Now I’ll never be able to concentrate on Contracts today.”
“I’ll put on a shirt,” I offer graciously.
“You do that.” Sabrina sets down the diaper bag, but holds on to the messenger bag hanging off her other shoulder. She stalks toward the living room table, drops the bag, and starts taking out her books.
I whistle under my breath. Man, she’s been lugging around that heavy diaper bag in one hand and all those textbooks in the other? She’s the freaking Hulk.
“How was class this morning?”
“Long-winded.” She glances over her shoulder. “Should I study out here or in your room?”
“You might as well stay out here.” I shift Jamie to my other arm, loving the small weight of her and the little cheek pressed against my bare shoulder. “I was thinking of taking the princess for a walk around the block.”
Sabrina nods. “Okay, but make sure you keep her out of the sun.”
I nod back. We’ve both read the same books, so I know direct sunlight is harmful for babies. Whenever I take Jamie out, I make sure she’s wearing her hat and is hidden safely beneath the stroller’s shade screen. I pretty much treat her like she’s a vampire.
“Mind holding on to this precious cargo while I throw on a shirt?”
Sabrina opens her arms, and I deposit Jamie into them. My chest turns to hot goo as I watch Sabrina bend down to smack tiny kisses on Jamie’s cheeks and forehead. In response, Jamie wiggles around like a worm and pumps her fists in the air. She hasn’t learned to laugh yet, at least not with her vocal cords, but I’ve discovered that her squirming body is a sign that she’s having fun.
I duck into my room and throw on a wife beater, then roll on a pair of athletic socks and shove my wallet and phone in my back pocket. In the front hall, I lace up my sneakers before collecting Jamie and her mountain of stuff. Once she’s buckled up in the stroller, I wheel it toward the door, while Sabrina gives us a little wave.
“Study hard, Mommy,” I tease.
“Have fun,” she answers absently. She’s already scribbling something on a yellow legal pad, her gaze focused on one of her law books.
It takes a bit of strategic maneuvering to push the stroller into the cramped elevator. A few minutes later, Jamie and I stroll along the sidewalk. The sun has decided to duck behind a thick gray cloud, leaving the sky overcast, so I raise Jamie’s shade screen a couple inches so she can enjoy the scenery.
And she’s not the only one enjoying it. Another thing I’ve learned since I had a kid? Women go nuts when they see me with the baby.
Every time I’m pushing the stroller down the street, I find myself with dozens of groupies. Chicks will stop me out of nowhere to gush and coo over Jamie. They almost always scope out my hand to check for a wedding ring and then nod in satisfaction when they don’t see one. The bolder ones have zero problems flat-out asking if the little angel’s mom is still in the picture.
They’re always thoroughly disappointed when I inform them that the mother is very much in the picture. Then I’ll flash a polite smile, bid them good day, and keep on walking. The one time Logan joined me for one of these strolls, he’d shaken his head in amazement, remarking that it was a shame none of us were single, because Jamie’s a chick magnet.
My friends adore her. I know they wish they got to see her more often, but we’ve all got our own busy lives to lead. Since the hockey season started, Garrett’s been practicing hard and is constantly on the road for away games. Logan’s training equally hard with the development team, and he and Grace are still settling in to their new apartment. Despite that, they all drive out to see Jamie any time they have a free moment. Hannah, especially, who’s only working part-time at the moment and writing songs on the side.
“Hey, look at that, little darlin’,” I tell my daughter as we stop at the crosswalk. “It’s a doggie.”
Said doggie tries to sniff the stroller as he and his owner sidle up to us. And damn, I should’ve kept my mouth shut, because now I’ve attracted the owner’s attention.
“Oh my! Look at this precious little angel!”
She crouches down and starts pawing at Jamie, which makes me bristle. Is this normal? Strangers constantly trying to touch your baby? Because it happens way too often for my liking.
The woman presses a kiss to Jamie’s tiny fingers, and I make a mental note to wipe them down the second we’re out of sight. Hell, I’d hose her down if I didn’t think it’d hurt her. I don’t want all these germs all over my kid.
“What’s her name?” the woman asks.
“Jamie.” I stare steadily at the crosswalk signal, willing the little green man to pop up before the chick starts flirting.
“And what’s her daddy’s name?”
Too late. “Tucker, but my wife calls me Tuck.”
That shuts her up fast. Normally I’m not this rude during these random street pick-ups, but I really don’t like the way she touched my child without permission. Fuck that.
Once the light turns green, I swiftly push the stroller forward, murmuring goodbye at the woman and her dog.
“Well, at least the doggie was cute, right, darlin’?”
She doesn’t answer, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve taken to carrying on entire conversations with this kid. I find it kind of soothing.
“See that over there? That’s a swing set,” I inform her as we walk by a small park. “When you’re a bit older, Daddy’s gonna take you there and push you on the swing.”
I walk two more blocks, speeding up when we near an adult toy store. “And that’s a place you’ll never go into,” I say cheerfully. “Because you’re never, ever going to have sex, right, princess?”
There’s a loud snort.
I glance over my shoulder to see an elderly couple walking behind me. They remind me a bit of Hiram and Doris. Man, I wonder what those two are up to. I kind of wish we’d gotten their contact info after that kickass naked painting date.
“No, I get off on that.” She gestures to us.
I still don’t get it.
“A gorgeous, bare-chested man holding a tiny infant?” she prompts. “It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Damned if my dick doesn’t stiffen beneath my shorts. “Yeah?” I say slowly.
“Oh yeah.” She sighs. “Damn you, Tuck. Now I’ll never be able to concentrate on Contracts today.”
“I’ll put on a shirt,” I offer graciously.
“You do that.” Sabrina sets down the diaper bag, but holds on to the messenger bag hanging off her other shoulder. She stalks toward the living room table, drops the bag, and starts taking out her books.
I whistle under my breath. Man, she’s been lugging around that heavy diaper bag in one hand and all those textbooks in the other? She’s the freaking Hulk.
“How was class this morning?”
“Long-winded.” She glances over her shoulder. “Should I study out here or in your room?”
“You might as well stay out here.” I shift Jamie to my other arm, loving the small weight of her and the little cheek pressed against my bare shoulder. “I was thinking of taking the princess for a walk around the block.”
Sabrina nods. “Okay, but make sure you keep her out of the sun.”
I nod back. We’ve both read the same books, so I know direct sunlight is harmful for babies. Whenever I take Jamie out, I make sure she’s wearing her hat and is hidden safely beneath the stroller’s shade screen. I pretty much treat her like she’s a vampire.
“Mind holding on to this precious cargo while I throw on a shirt?”
Sabrina opens her arms, and I deposit Jamie into them. My chest turns to hot goo as I watch Sabrina bend down to smack tiny kisses on Jamie’s cheeks and forehead. In response, Jamie wiggles around like a worm and pumps her fists in the air. She hasn’t learned to laugh yet, at least not with her vocal cords, but I’ve discovered that her squirming body is a sign that she’s having fun.
I duck into my room and throw on a wife beater, then roll on a pair of athletic socks and shove my wallet and phone in my back pocket. In the front hall, I lace up my sneakers before collecting Jamie and her mountain of stuff. Once she’s buckled up in the stroller, I wheel it toward the door, while Sabrina gives us a little wave.
“Study hard, Mommy,” I tease.
“Have fun,” she answers absently. She’s already scribbling something on a yellow legal pad, her gaze focused on one of her law books.
It takes a bit of strategic maneuvering to push the stroller into the cramped elevator. A few minutes later, Jamie and I stroll along the sidewalk. The sun has decided to duck behind a thick gray cloud, leaving the sky overcast, so I raise Jamie’s shade screen a couple inches so she can enjoy the scenery.
And she’s not the only one enjoying it. Another thing I’ve learned since I had a kid? Women go nuts when they see me with the baby.
Every time I’m pushing the stroller down the street, I find myself with dozens of groupies. Chicks will stop me out of nowhere to gush and coo over Jamie. They almost always scope out my hand to check for a wedding ring and then nod in satisfaction when they don’t see one. The bolder ones have zero problems flat-out asking if the little angel’s mom is still in the picture.
They’re always thoroughly disappointed when I inform them that the mother is very much in the picture. Then I’ll flash a polite smile, bid them good day, and keep on walking. The one time Logan joined me for one of these strolls, he’d shaken his head in amazement, remarking that it was a shame none of us were single, because Jamie’s a chick magnet.
My friends adore her. I know they wish they got to see her more often, but we’ve all got our own busy lives to lead. Since the hockey season started, Garrett’s been practicing hard and is constantly on the road for away games. Logan’s training equally hard with the development team, and he and Grace are still settling in to their new apartment. Despite that, they all drive out to see Jamie any time they have a free moment. Hannah, especially, who’s only working part-time at the moment and writing songs on the side.
“Hey, look at that, little darlin’,” I tell my daughter as we stop at the crosswalk. “It’s a doggie.”
Said doggie tries to sniff the stroller as he and his owner sidle up to us. And damn, I should’ve kept my mouth shut, because now I’ve attracted the owner’s attention.
“Oh my! Look at this precious little angel!”
She crouches down and starts pawing at Jamie, which makes me bristle. Is this normal? Strangers constantly trying to touch your baby? Because it happens way too often for my liking.
The woman presses a kiss to Jamie’s tiny fingers, and I make a mental note to wipe them down the second we’re out of sight. Hell, I’d hose her down if I didn’t think it’d hurt her. I don’t want all these germs all over my kid.
“What’s her name?” the woman asks.
“Jamie.” I stare steadily at the crosswalk signal, willing the little green man to pop up before the chick starts flirting.
“And what’s her daddy’s name?”
Too late. “Tucker, but my wife calls me Tuck.”
That shuts her up fast. Normally I’m not this rude during these random street pick-ups, but I really don’t like the way she touched my child without permission. Fuck that.
Once the light turns green, I swiftly push the stroller forward, murmuring goodbye at the woman and her dog.
“Well, at least the doggie was cute, right, darlin’?”
She doesn’t answer, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve taken to carrying on entire conversations with this kid. I find it kind of soothing.
“See that over there? That’s a swing set,” I inform her as we walk by a small park. “When you’re a bit older, Daddy’s gonna take you there and push you on the swing.”
I walk two more blocks, speeding up when we near an adult toy store. “And that’s a place you’ll never go into,” I say cheerfully. “Because you’re never, ever going to have sex, right, princess?”
There’s a loud snort.
I glance over my shoulder to see an elderly couple walking behind me. They remind me a bit of Hiram and Doris. Man, I wonder what those two are up to. I kind of wish we’d gotten their contact info after that kickass naked painting date.
