Page 22 of Driven Daddy

The front of the house was much the same as the original house, but now there were wide wings along each side of the home with massive windows.

I could see my brother in the big picture window speaking with another man who was just about the same size as my brother. There was a reason my brother’s nickname was Moose.He wasn’t a tiny guy. The bearded man beside him was crouched over Murphy’s impressive desk.

Must be in programming mode.

Where I was the artist in the family, Murphy was our tech genius. He used to work more with Gideon’s handyman business, but with the addition of the kids to their family, he’d become more of a work-from-home dad. Though he definitely still kept his hand in.

I glanced over my shoulder at the kids to find Theo had nodded off sometime on the way home. Both kids had blinked out like lights.

I wasn’t sure if I should stick in the van and let them sleep or wake them up.

Before I had to make the decision, my brother was hurrying down the steps.

I opened the door. “Hey, little brother.”

Murphy grabbed me into a bear hug and lifted me off the ground. “It’s been a minute, Penn.”

“Oof. Put me down, Moose.”

He set me down with a laugh. “Sorry. We kept missing each other for the family dinner nights. I missed you.”

I grinned up at him. “Me too.” I nodded to the van. “They’re out, man.”

Murphy scratched the back of his head. “Man, Vee will kick my ass if I let them sleep, but they are grumpy when they wake up.”

I laughed. “Afraid of your little wife?”

“Very.” Murphy laughed. “I’ll grab Theo, you get the princess?”

I nodded. “If you can unlock that contraption.”

He laughed and smacked my arm as he headed for the other side of the van. “Tricky, but you can keep the carrier. Just take her out of the harness.”

I was used to roughhousing with the boys or drawing with Carrington—who was into the double digits. Babies—not exactly my thing.

Harmony wasn’t exactly small—she was two-ish? I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t keep track of the ages these days. Carefully, I unhooked her and gently slipped my arm under her. She was warm as hell thanks to the three layers my mom had put her in.

At least I hoped that was the only reason she was warm.

I gently transferred her onto my shoulder, and she settled there so trustingly. My chest tightened when her soft breath sighed out and she stuck her face into my hair.

“You look good with a kid, Penn.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get any ideas. I’m not drinking the baby water in this town. I like my uncle status.”

Murphy just shrugged. “Hits all of us. Mom won’t rest until she’s got a kid out of you too.”

I patted sweet Harmony’s butt as I grabbed the bags and followed Murphy inside. She didn’t stir in the least.

The minute I got inside, Latte jumped around my feet, happily barking. “You wake this kid, and there will be no biscuits out of me, miscreant.”

Undeterred, Latte kept yipping and then a chorus of barks ensued as their other dog, CC, came out to join the fray.

Harmony slept on blissfully.

“Don’t worry about them. Vee always said it was best to let them sleep in chaos, so they didn’t wake at every little sound. All my kids sleep like freaking rocks, man.”

I followed Murphy into the massive living room and spotted the playpen, setting the sleeping toddler inside. She snuggled onto her side with a sweet sigh that arrowed into my chest. I smoothed the blond curls back from her face. Sweet and beautiful just like her mama.

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