Page 56 of Accidental Baby Daddy

“That’s where I make all my spells. In a cauldron.”

“What’s a cauldron?”

“A really big pot,” I replied, chuckling as I showed him around. He seemed fascinated but also a little disappointed that there weren’t any magic spell books amongst my reading collection.

A knock on the door startled me. I hurried over to it, knowing it must be Oliver.

“Don’t worry,” I said quickly as I opened the door. “I’ve got Trent.”

“Oh, thank God. I turned my back foroneminute.” Oliver looked frazzled, and I put a hand on his arm to soothe him.

“It’s okay, he’s fine. He wanted a tour of the witch’s cabin.”

Oliver groaned. “I keep telling him there’s no witch.”

“She’s the witch,” Trent said, giggling. “But she’s not a very good one.”

“I’m a terrible witch,” I said flatly, and Oliver threw back his head and laughed, loud and deep.

“I guess she is,” Oliver said, still snickering. “But we gotta go, kiddo. Your grandmother is waiting.”

“I wanted to go with you,” Trent whined.

I raised an eyebrow, looking at Oliver for answers, and he sighed.

“He wants to go and see the rig. I keep telling him it’s too dangerous.”

“I'll be careful, Daddy,” he promised, his eyes swimming with unshed tears.

God, he was cute. I didn’t know how Oliver could ever tell him no.

“Not until you’re older, buddy,” Oliver said, picking him up. Trent whined for a minute but eventually calmed down. He seemed like a good kid, not prone to tantrums.

“Do you need a ride to the store?” Oliver asked me, and I smiled at him gratefully.

“Yes, I do. Thanks.”

I watched as Oliver and Trent walked to Oliver’s car, a sedan that I hadn’t seen before. I’d only ever seen him driving his truck.

Oliver helped Trent get strapped into his car seat before coming around and opening the passenger door for me.

I put on my seatbelt and turned over my shoulder to find Trent making faces at me. I made them right back, ugly enough to make Trent gasp and giggle.

I stayed quiet as Oliver dropped off Trent at his mother’s house. I’d officially met her years ago, but I knew she wouldn’t want to see me now. It hadn’t gone well when I’d seen his father the other night.

I knew his parents probably hated me after what happened. Hell, I hated myself for the longest time, even though I didn’t do anything wrong.

That wasn’t what Oliver believed though, and that was the problem. He didn’t trust me then, so he damn sure wouldn’t trust me now.

I took in a deep breath as Oliver came back to the car, smiling at me. His smile quickly faded, however, when he saw the look on my face.

“Are you all right?”

I plastered on a fake smile. “Sure. Just thinking about what a long day this is going to be.”

He whistled. “Having two jobs is a lot. Are you sure you don’t want me to reschedule you for the bar tonight?”

I shook my head. “No, I need the money.”

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