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Hayes watched him hurry out of the building toward the parking lot, then turned back toward the desk where Alan and the receptionist were staring at him. “What, you gonna rat me out? Do somethin’ then!” he snapped, patting his chest and putting his hands up.
“You always such a mouth?” Alan asked, shaking his head.
“Yup. You always such a dick?”
He grinned. “Yup.”
“Perfect,” Hayes mumbled, heading back toward his room.
Morao (20)
January 4
Day 23
Ryan, wearing only pajama pants and a gray tank top, trudged through the hallway and down the stairs, thinking to himself that he needed to begin the search for his own place. While he’d been beyond grateful to Jake and Amara for opening their home to him, ever since JT arrived a little over a week ago, sleep had been a distant memory for Ryan.
Mar had been sacking out downstairs in the living room with him, having set up JT’s bassinet next to the chaise lounge, seeing as he needed to eat so frequently. Also, being colicky, he would scream for a good twenty minutes after eating, until the gas subsided. She thought being downstairs would help prevent Jake and Ryan from waking, since they both still had to go to work.
Jake, yes. He could sleep through a nuclear holocaust.
Ryan, who was already on edge, not so much.
He noticed Baylor on the way to the living room, who was lying on his belly on the floor with his head down, ears twitching in time with JT’s screams. He let out an exasperated sigh as Ryan passed by. “Yeah, I feel you, buddy. He’s noisy for such a little thing, huh?”
As he rounded the corner, he saw Amara seated in the rocker, holding a screeching JT and sobbing. “Mar?” he asked cautiously, approaching her.
“I don’t…know what to do! He won’t…he doesn’t stop screaming. Ever!”
He reached down tentatively toward the baby. “Can I? Take him?”
Mar handed him over, watching as Ryan propped him up against his shoulder, face down, and began rubbing his back and patting him gently, the sight of which caused her to sob even harder.
Within minutes, JT was sound asleep. “Should I, like, keep holding him, or…?”
“You can lay him down. Just be careful so he doesn’t wake up. Please!”
Ryan placed him in the bassinet, covered him up, then had a seat on the couch.
“Huh, who’d have thought? You’re a natural, Ry,” she told him, wiping her face. “Ugh, I’m such a mess. Look at me.”
But he already had been.
He had been for over a week straight now, and truth be told, it was confusing the utter shit out of both him and his cock.
Something about this woman since she’d given birth was driving him fucking insane. Hormones, pheromones…he didn’t know the recipe. All he knew was that he was constantly tucking his boner into his waistband every time he saw her.
“You’re not a mess,” he said quietly. “You’re stunning, really. Motherhood suits you.”
She scoffed. “Right.”
He watched as she stared blankly for a few minutes, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Amara?” he finally asked. “You’re crying a lot lately. Are you, like, overly tired, or…I mean, is everything OK?”
“Oh, probably just the baby blues,” she responded flippantly. “A huge hormone dump, combined with a baby who literally never stops crying.”
“I mean…” Ryan gestured toward the bassinet and shrugged. “I got him to stop.”
She smiled at him, the way she had the first time they’d met, and his cock immediately took notice.
