Page 17 of Coming Home for Love

The three of us walked into the ice cream parlor.

I put Little O down on his feet but grabbed his hand.

“Daddy, can I get sprinkles?” Osiris asked when we entered the ice cream parlor.

“You can get whatever you want.” I smiled down at him.

I knew this trip would be different, but I never would have thought it would have been this. I was a father now.Shit.

Getting almost robbed and running into Osiris wasn’t on my to-do list for the day, but both of those things happened simultaneously.

I thought he would have been too pissed off to be around us, so I was surprised when he got in my truck.

I bit the inside of my cheek, nervous as hell. I could feel Osiris burning a hole in the side of my face.

My stomach was in knots as we sat at the table eating ice cream.

“Look at all my sprinkles, Daddy.” Little O held his spoon up to his father’s face.

“I see them, and I have some too.” Osiris mirrored our son’s movements.

It was crazy saying our son. I knew Osiris was shocked when little O called him daddy.

Little O had no problem talking to his father’s ears off, and Osiris was tuned in. I was happy they took to each other so quickly.

“What’s your favorite cartoon?” Osiris asked.

“Bluey!”

Osiris’s eyes widened. “Bluey? I like Bluey too.”

Little O smiled, and so did I, but I felt a pang in my chest. How did he know what Bluey was?Oh, no. I never thought that he could have had a family wherever he had been all this time. What would happen when he went back home? I wished I could have waited a little longer for them to meet until Osiris and I had a conversation. I didn’t know what his life was like, and I didn’t want my baby to get caught up with having his dad around for nothing.

What if he decided he wanted to take my baby away? I was on the brink of shedding tears. I probably was overreacting.

“Wynter, you good?”

My eyes rolled toward Osiris. “Yes.”

He studied my face for a minute, and I stared right back at him. My eyes traveled to his lips, and I licked mine. His brown eyes twinkled, and warmth radiated through my body. That was the same look that had me face down in his bed years ago, and I was ready to recreate that first night.

Time had done him well. I glanced down at his ring finger and was relieved to not see a ring or a tan line. That didn’t mean anything, though, because I’ve met men who didn’t wear rings but had families at home.

“I think you look nice with locs,” he said when I looked back at his face.

“Thank you.” I thought about him pulling my hair since I saw him at the restaurant.

We stared at each other again, words unspoken, but they were loud and clear.

Osiris wanted to fuck me, and I wanted him.

“I’m finished.” Little O’s voice broke through the sexual tension in the air.

Osiris blinked, then focused on Little O. I shook my head to rid myself of the fog Osiris had me in.

“Me too.” His gaze traveled back to me for a minute, then back to our son.

I wasn’t sure why he looked at me the way he did, but something in my gut told me he wasn’t talking about ice cream.

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