Wingmen Babypalooza: A Wingmen Novella by Daisy Prescott

Author:Daisy Prescott [Prescott, Daisy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-06T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“I was downtown a couple of hours ago. Do I really need to go back? You can’t sip and you can barely stroll. I’m not sure this is a good idea.” Currently sprawled on our couch in the living room, I’m rubbing Hailey’s feet through her fuzzy socks.

Because I’m a loving husband. And I’m hoping it will lull her into a long nap after her two slices of pizza, handful of mozzarella sticks, and three large bites of the meatball sandwich she supposedly ordered for me. Okay, she ate half the sandwich, but only asked for “a bite or two.” I have no one to blame but myself.

“It’s tradition.” Hailey yawns and covers it with her arm.

“You should take a nap.”

“No, I’m not even tired. I don’t want to miss the holiday decorations.” Her eyes droop and her blinking slows.

“The decorations will be there tomorrow. And the next day. You know some of those shopkeepers will leave that shit up until after New Year’s.”

“It’s our last chance to go as a couple before the baby.” She pushes out her chin in defiance. So stubborn.

“Eh. Everyone says the holidays are more magical when you have kids.”

She narrows her green eyes at me. “Did John cancel?”

“Haven’t heard from him. I don’t need a wingman.”

“Are you sure? Remember the carolers two years ago?”

“Bunch of busybodies. I do remember one of the Kelsos trapping you under some mistletoe.” I scowl at the memory.

Hailey shifts and switches her feet in my lap. “You can’t still be upset with Erik for that.”

“Not that. Why’d he have to get famous for being naked and stupid?”

“Are you jealous? You know your month in the calendar is my favorite.”

“Better be.” I squeeze her arch and she moans. “Hey, speaking of the calendar, I forgot June gave me something for the baby. I left the bag in the truck.”

“June?” She wrinkles her forehead. “The yarn lady? What does she have to do with the calendar?”

“I ran into her outside the shop and she knew me, but I didn’t know her. She brought up the calendar.” I shrug and twist my head to avoid Hailey’s stare.

“Usually that makes you preen and brag.” She presses her foot against the middle of my chest. “What’s wrong?”

The woman’s stubborn.

“Nothing.”

“Thomas Clifford, look at me.” Her toes dig into my pec.

“Ouch. You have viciously strong monkey feet.” Sitting up, I rub the tender spot.

“Another thing you love about me. Maybe our baby will have monkey feet, too.”

I lean my head back on the arm of the couch and stare up at the ceiling.

“Or not. He’ll probably have your feet with the hairy toes.” She tries to tickle my side with her feet.

Instead of finding her charming and flirting back, I’m feeling grumpy.

When she sits up, I release my hold on her. Lying still, I let her shuffle to get her feet on the floor and stand. “Seriously, you’re in a weird mood. I promise I won’t make you wear a reindeer onesie or the elf ears.

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