Page 24 of Coming Home for Love

He hopped off the chair and ran to the front room.

I opened the door and smiled as Little O ran to his father.

“Daddy!”

Big O leaned down and scooped him in his arms. “What’s up, man? You ready to have some fun today?”

Little O nodded.

“What’s good, Wyn?” he asked when he stepped fully into my apartment.

“Hi, Osiris.”

He had on black army fatigue pants with a black hoodie. On his feet were black Timberland boots. My baby daddy looked good, and all I wanted to do was rub my pussy on his face. Too bad our son was here, and we didn’t have time.

I guess my face said what I was thinking because Osiris winked and said, “Maybe later.” Then he kissed my forehead before going into the living room.

Heat filled my cheeks. How did he even know what I was thinking about?

“We’re ready to go if you are. I just have to put his sweatshirt on and grab his bag,” I told him.

“I’ll help him with his shirt while you get what you need.”

I grabbed Little O’s shirt from the kitchen and gave it to his father.

I smiled at them, then went into my room. Seeing Big O jump into fatherhood like he’d been here all this time made my body warm. It was sexy as hell, and I was thankful that he didn’t waste time being angry at me, even though I couldn’t blame him if he were mad.

Neither of them paid attention when I reentered the living room. Little O was on his father’s lap, and they were watchingBlueyon his tablet.

I quickly pulled out my phone and snapped a couple of pictures of them.

They both wore the same serious expression on their faces. It was the cutest thing.

“I’m ready,” I said, getting their attention.

They both looked up at me. Big O’s gaze traveled down the length of my body, and warmth filled my cheeks when he bit his bottom lip.

“Me too,” he said, still staring at me. For long seconds, we stared at each other until our child’s voice snapped us back to reality.

“Let’s go, Daddy.” Little O hopped off his father’s lap and went to get his shoes from the rack.

When he got them, he ran right back to his father to help him put them on. My mom had texted me, so I sat on the arm of the couch to respond to her.

“Oh, I have to get his car seat from my truck.” I’d almost forgotten Osiris didn’t have a car seat.

“Nah, I got one this morning.”

“Oh, okay.” I was surprised he’d gotten one already.

“Yup. Let’s go have some fun.” He winked at me and grabbed Little O’s hand.

I grabbed my bag and Little O’s book bag and followed behind them. I made sure the door was locked, and the three of us walked to the elevator.

“Where exactly are we going?” I asked as we rode the elevator down.

“To have some fun.” Osiris smirked and focused on his mini.

When we made it downstairs to the parking garage, Osiris led us to his Mercedes Benz GLE. He opened the door for me, thenhelped Little O into the brand-new car seat that was exactly like the one I had in my truck.

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