Page 102 of Accidental Baby Daddy

“Just sugar, please,” I responded quietly, looking at Oliver’s father. He’d asked me for forgiveness, but I wasn’t sure if I was going to give it to him. Forgiving Oliver was different than forgiving his father. His father was the ultimate reason for our breakup, and for Oliver and Tristan’s falling out.

I slowly sat down at the table and Oliver did the same, still holding Trent.

Oliver opened his mouth to speak but I patted his knee, looking at him. “It’s okay, Ollie,” I told him, and he relaxed.

“Oliver, this is as good a time as any to tell you,” his mother began, pouring my tea and adding three sugar cubes, “that your father is moving back in.”

Oliver froze. “What?”

“He and I have had a few long conversations.” She looked at me. “One or two of them about you, Lexie.”

“Me?” I asked, confused.

“One of the reasons we separated was because I found out about what he did back then.”

She glared at her husband, and he hung his head.

“But we’ve gotten past it,” he said softly.

“We’retryingto get past it,” she corrected, sitting next to me. “But you and this grandchild are a big reason why we’re reconnecting.”

“Good,” I said, smiling. “Because I’m sure Trent and the new baby will love knowing their grandparents are together.”

Trent lifted his head; tear tracks staining his face. “Are you going to be my new mommy?” he asked quietly, and my heart ached.

“If that’s what you want,” I said slowly, not wanting to push.

Trent was quiet for a moment and then his face broke into a big smile before he fell over into my arms.

I caught him, surprised, and hugged him tightly while laughing.

“I think that’s a yes,” Oliver said with a chuckle, and I felt tears pricking at the backs of my eyes as I looked at him.

Oliver smiled.

We sat and chatted with his parents for the better part of an hour, and although things were still tense between Oliver and his dad, they seemed better by the time we left.

I was grateful. All I’d ever wanted was for Oliver’s family to like me, and it seemed like we were on the right track.

I felt amazing as we drove off in the car, looking out the window, unable to stop smiling.

“Daddy, can we go get ice cream?” Trent asked.

“Kiddo, it’s lunch time.”

Trent pouted.

“We could go get lunch first,” I suggested. “And then ice cream after?” I looked at Oliver, mirroring Trent’s pout.

“Two against one,” Oliver groaned.

I rubbed my belly. “Two soon to be three,” I said with a wink.

Trent bounced around in his car seat. “Can we? Can we?”

“All right, all right,” Oliver conceded. “The diner?”

“Let’s go someplace different,” I suggested. “What about that new family place on Third? The one with the arcade?”

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