Page 47 of Ex's Accidental Baby

Lillian smiles apologetic. “It’s not exactly a setup.”

I rub a hand across my face. “What is it, then?”

“My cousin needs a date to his sister’s wedding.”

“Oh, absolutely not. No weddings.”

“Will you just meet him for drinks?” she pleads. “He’s really in a tight.”

I blow my hair out of my face, annoyed. “Fine. Drinks, but that’s it. What’s his name, anyway?”

“His name is David. He’s very nice, and cute.” Lillian pulls up a picture on her phone.

He is handsome in a really traditional, clean-cut, blond guy with blue eyes, probably always wears a polo shirt kind of way.

Not really my type. My type has long, dark hair and hazel eyes that have green around the iris…

Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe going for drinks with someone nice and relatively handsome will get my mind off Logan, at least for a while.

“Dinner’s served!” My father’s personal chef, Felicity, holds the door to the dining room.

I smile at her as I pass her, smelling the delicious scent of her most recent creation.

Felicity gestures to the food. “Mushroom ravioli with pesto, a light spring salad, and some tiramisu for dessert.”

My father sits at the end of the table. “It smells divine.”

Felicity smiles and exits the room as we all sit down.

Kylie insists on sitting next to me in her highchair, and halfway through dinner, she starts to fall over in her seat, her eyes drooping shut, long lashes fanning across her cheekbones.

“She’s so beautiful,” I murmur, and Lillian barks out a laugh.

“Tell her that when she poops in the tub.”

Max snickers, and I can’t help but laugh, too.

My father shakes his head, but he’s grinning. “No potty talk at the dinner table.”

“She didn’t make it to dessert.” I pick Kylie up out of the chair and hold her after I finish eating, just liking the weight of her in my arms.

My heart aches. I’ve always wanted kids, a houseful of them, but it doesn’t seem like it’s in the cards for me.

Ever since Logan left me, I gave those dreams up.

Lillian smiles at me, fondly. “You’ll have one of your own sooner than you’ll think, I’m sure.”

I smile sadly, wondering if she has somehow gained the ability to read my mind. “I don’t know about that.”

Grayson puts an arm around Lilian’s shoulder. “One day.”

My father puts his hand on mine. “You’ve got plenty of time.”

I nod slowly, even though I feel like my biological clock is ticking too hard.

I’m on the wrong side of twenty to be thinking about having babies when I have no romantic prospects except for an ex who ruined me.

“I was telling Mere about that heart murmur she used to have.”

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