Page 73 of A Major Puck Up

Dylan’s golden eyes warm as she studies me. “Possibly late January.”

“So you know who the mom is now?” Beckett peers at me.

I scratch at my face and let out a low hum. “Nope, not a clue.” It’s not a lie. I have no fucking clue who Vivi’s mother is because now that we’ve got a timeline, I know without a doubt I’m not the father. Before I hooked up with Millie at Ford’s wedding, I may have been a scoundrel.

But since then?

Since I met Millie, I haven’t so much as thought about another woman, let alone touched one. There was a fuzzy night or two the year Millie and I didn’t speak, but I’d bet my fortune nothing happened on those nights either. And even if they did, they were during the late summer, before hockey season started.

Which means Vivi isn’t mine.

Yet I’m all she has. It’s a two-way street, though, because she’s all I have as well. Instinctively, I pluck Vivi out of Dylan’s hold and settle her in the crook of my arm, rocking her. I’m pretty sure the movement is more of a comfort to me than her.

Her big brown eyes settle on me, and my heart is done for.

This little girl may not be mine, but there is no fucking way I’ll be telling any of them that.

Mind made up, I move onto the next issue facing us. “So, what am I supposed to do with her?”

Dylan is watching my little girl with hearts in her eyes and her hands clutched to her chest.

Immediately, an idea forms in my head. “You can take care of her.” Yes, this will be perfect. Dylan helped raise all her friends’ children when they lived together, and she runs a daycare at Langfield Corp. This will be perfect.

She doesn’t take her eyes off Vivi as she replies. “Um no.”

“What?”

Even as she continues to deny me, she does it with a big, bright smile on her face. “No. I’ll help you get set up tonight, and I can pop over tomorrow to check in too, but you’re this little one’s daddy. Taking care of her is your job.” She peers over her shoulder. “It’s best to learn on the go, right, Becks?”

My brother smiles down at his girls. “Yeah, if this was a crayon box, I’d definitely be the blue one.”

Liv snorts. “What does that even mean?”

“We always fought over the blue crayon,” I grumble. “Ya know, Langfield blue.”

Dylan giggles. “They’re so spoiled they thought their family owned the color. That’s adorable. We’re not going to let you grow up like that, right, Vivi? You’ll be smarter than these fools.”

My girl smiles up at Dylan, her dark eyes depthless and her cheeks pink. That one look makes me fucking melt. Damn. My chest aches with an emotion I’ve only ever felt for one other person. How is it that I’ve fallen in love with Vivi in a matter of an hour?

One twin is squirming in Beckett’s arm, getting restless, and a moment later, the other joins in.

Just the thought of them being uncomfortable sends a shudder of worry through me. “What’s wrong with them?”

Liv laughs and steps up beside Beckett. “They’re hungry. I’m going to go feed them.”

“Can I watch?”

Beckett growls low in his throat. “You will not watch my wife feed my daughters.”

Scratching my head, I look up at Dylan. “Why is he growling at me?”

She smiles that soothing smile of hers. “She breastfeeds the twins.”

I cringe, and that prickle of worry turns to dread.

Dylan snorts, misreading my response. “It’s completely natural.”

“I know it’s natural.” I frown at her and eye my chest with a frown. “But I don’t have breasts.”

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