Page 22 of From Maybe to Baby

"Tomorrow morning? After I drop the kids at?—"

"DADDY. It's starting."

The volcano rumbles ominously.

"Sorry, I have to..." He starts backing away, tiny sharks still attached to his arms.

"Go. Before they spontaneously combust."

He grins again. "Tomorrow? Eight a.m. at the coffee shop?"

"Will Mrs. Jonas be joining us?” I ask.

Can’t blame a girl for asking

His face darkens, but only for a moment. “There is no Mrs. Jonas,” he says with a resolute grimace.

Oh. Well, then.

“If you're buying, then yes. And we're talking top-of-the-line replacement technology. This ain’t gonna be cheap, Jonas."

"Deal." He turns to go, then looks back. "I really am sorry. And what is your name?"

"Alexa. Alexa Minty."

“Alexa Minty,” he nods, touching his hat. I watch him walk away, his kids now perched on his shoulders for optimal volcano viewing, their matching suits making them look like the world's most adorable aquatic attack team.

My phone buzzes. Three messages in quick succession:

Ryan, who’s all over my ass:

Please tell me you're getting good material

Oh, I'm getting material alright. Currently starring in my own rom-com disaster

I like it

Mom:

How's the kids paradise going?

Remember when you said never to settle?

That bad?

That good. And that's terrifying

Best friend, Lucy:

Daily disaster report?

Laptop's dead and I have a coffee date with the guy who killed it

More deets, please

6'2"+ of pure muscle and comes with two tiny mini-me’s

Only you would find a hot dad by having him destroy your property

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