Two Cowboys and a Baby by BA Tortuga

Author:BA Tortuga [Tortuga, BA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63533-385-5
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

HOSS thought maybe he was gonna die. Shayanne was fussing, his ribs were screaming, and if Momma didn’t shut up about her cruise, he was going to lose his shit.

It wasn’t even that he didn’t care. He was sore and tired, and he needed to feed Shayanne and take some goddamn Tylenol.

A little funnel cloud had ripped off Miz Allen’s garage roof, and Bradley was out there with the three Martinez brothers putting on a new one.

“…and this woman said….”

“Momma. Momma! I got me a wicked headache, and the baby needs a bottle. Can I call you back?”

“What? Oh, okay, son. You need me to come over?”

“No. I got it. I just need to do this. I’ll call back. Love you.”

“Love you too.” She hung up, and that one level of noise backing off eased his head by half, at least.

“Jeez, Shayanne. Your granny is ramped up. Now, the deal is, I’m fixin’ to feed you, and then you’re going to hush and let me rest for a second, because, I tell you what, that bull won our fight.”

Shayanne fussed and kicked on her wee blanket, and Joanie nosed her cheek, trying to help. Silly dog had pouted for an hour after they got home, sitting with her back to Shayanne’s carrier as if to punish the kid for leaving her.

“Put her blanket on her, Joanie. I’ll grab her bottle.”

Joanie grabbed the edge of another blanket off the footstool between her teeth and draped it over Shayanne. Good dog.

He grabbed a bottle and a puke rag, then plopped his sore ass on the sofa to feed her. Thankfully, he could hold her heinie on his injured arm and grip her bottle with the good hand. An injured wrist was a pain in the butt.

“A pain in the butt.” He chuckled, amusing the fuck out of himself. “More like a pain in the arm.” He sighed. “Bradley does a lot around here, kiddo.”

He’d been in love with the son of a bitch for his whole life, and now… now he didn’t know how to do without him.

Shayanne burped, a long, drawn-out sound that made Joanie jump and had Shay looking around to see what that noise was. Lord have mercy. So delicate, his girl.

“Classy little violet on the trash heap of life, that’s you, little miss.”

She smiled, then blinked and made that face. The one that said doing a doodle in the diaper.

Hooray.

“Lord, you girls are a challenge, always having… things.”

Events. Now, diaper changing proved to be challenging with one hand, even with Joanie holding Shayanne down with one paw.

“Lord, girl. You are one stinky butt little chicken.”

He got her all suited back up and asleep with Joanie watching her. Then he reached for his phone to call Bradley and give the man a hard time.

“Hey, man. How’s Shayanne?”

“Pooping toxic sludge. How’s the roof?”

“Going up fast. Los hermanos Martinez have a birthday party to go to, and they want cupcakes and beer. These boys can shingle.”

“Rock on. Joanie learned how to put the blanket on the baby.

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