Baby, You're Mine (Yeah, Baby Book 1) by Fiona Davenport Read Free Book Online

some ass taps in the future.
    I decided a little sass might move it along. “Are you telling me you would love a son more than a daughter?”
    “Of course not,” he answered, clearly annoyed at my assumption. “But, boys I don’t have to worry about. If our daughter was half as beautiful as her mommy, I’d have to lock her in a tower where boys can’t get to her”—he paused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully—“A chastity belt wouldn’t be out of the realm of consideration, either.” 
    I rolled my eyes and laughed, but inside I was swooning. “How about you find me some food while I’m in the bathroom and we can worry about the sex of our baby later? I’m not even sure when we can find out what we’re having.” Holy crap, I was going to have a baby and I didn’t know anything about pregnancy or being a parent. I’d never even held a baby before. “I need to go to the bookstore today.”
    “Bathroom, food and a bookstore,” Wyatt chuckled. “I think I can manage all that for you, but not until I get my good morning kiss. I missed out on one last time and promised myself I would start all of my days with a kiss from you once I managed to find you. I didn’t expect it to take so damn long, but now I’m more than ready to make up for all the mornings I missed.”
    He didn’t give me a chance to object, cupping my face in his palm and tilting my head so he could capture my lips. It wasn’t a closed lip, worried about morning breath kiss, either. This was an all-consuming, heart-pounding, forget about how much I needed to use the bathroom kiss. My legs were shaking so badly by the time he released me, I was barely able to stumble away from the bed.
    My cheeks were still flushed and my lips swollen when I stared at myself in the mirror while washing my hands. I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to hide just how much his kiss had affected me. We had serious issues to discuss today, and Wyatt didn’t need to know he had a secret weapon in his arsenal. With the way he made me melt, I needed all the advantages I could get, including a hearty breakfast to start my morning. A much needed one based on the painful, gnawing sensation in my stomach.
    I wandered into the kitchen and found Wyatt standing in front of the fridge, his arm resting on the open door. “Feed me,” I whimpered.
    He turned to look at me, an apologetic look on his face while he shut the fridge door. “Remember when I promised you food?”
    “Umm, yeah. It was only a couple minutes ago.”
    “We’re going to have to go out for breakfast because there’s practically no food in the house,” he admitted. “Certainly nothing I’d feel safe serving to you since I’m not even sure how long any of the leftover containers have been in there.”
    I scooted past him and opened the fridge door, finding a pizza box, Chinese takeout containers and beer on the shelves. Glancing at the door, I noticed butter, milk and a bottle of syrup. “Breakfast might just be saved.” I moved to the pantry, pulling open the door and searching the almost bare shelves for anything resembling pancake mix or flour. I let out a startled laugh, surprised to learn he didn’t even have enough of the most basic staples on hand. The house might not look like it on the surface, but Wyatt’s place was definitely a bachelor pad. “Scratch that, we’re definitely going out to eat.” My stomach growled loudly again. “Now.”
    I wasn’t happy putting my clothes back on from the day before to head out the door early in the morning. I was even less so when Wyatt changed my order. “Switch her coffee to herbal tea and add a side order of fresh fruit.”
    The waitress shifted her attention back to me, her brow lifted and lips tilted in amusement. “That okay with you, sweetie?”
    “I hate tea,” I grumbled.
    “Caffeine isn’t good for the baby,” Wyatt replied.
    “Ahh, that explains it,” the waitress laughed, her gaze dropping to my belly. “How about I