Page 43 of Treasure and Tarot

“Yep.”

“Was it amazing?”

“You know it.” Better than.

“I’ll need all the vicarious stuff later.”

“Sure.”

“Daddy! I want to fly!”

“Oops. I need to give someone their morning foot in the belly.” He grinned, because if Colton’s eyebrows gyrated anymore, they would fall right off. Thank goodness they weren’t naked.

“Later. Enjoy the caffeine.”

“We will.” He hung up. “Iago will bring our coffee. Come on, sweetie. We’ll fly.” He laid on his back and held out his hands.

“Hey, I didn’t mean you couldn’t leave her with me. I just didn’t want you to feel weird.”

“No. No, I—We’ll talk later. Flying now.”

“FLY!” Abby cried out, grabbing his hands.

He chuckled, then pulled her up against his feet as he bent his legs, then rolled up, thrusting his legs into the air as she spread her arms and legs to “fly”.

“Oh my God, that is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Isn’t she?” His baby girl was the most perfect little one on earth.

“She is.” Colton settled back in the sheets, watching them and laughing. He ordered food, Abby giggling, him calling out their order, and it was like Colton had always been there.

Which was a dangerous feeling.

Dangerous and deeply satisfying.

God, he was screwed.

“Okay, breakfast is ordered,” Colton murmured.

“I fly wif you, Papa Colton?”

“Oh, honey, Papa Colton’s legs can’t do that. But I bet I can do it with my arms.” Colton grinned at Abby.

“Papa Colton is wicked strong, baby girl.”

“Fly wif you! Fly wif you, Papa!” She climbed right into Colton’s arms, her expression overjoyed.

“Okay, are you ready?” Colton rolled to his back, then lifted her. “Zoom!” It wasn’t as high as his legs could get, but there was way more control, and Colton zoomed Abby around in the air.

“Daddy! Daddy, look at me!”

Sebastian’s chest hurt with loving her. “I see you, baby. You’re flying!”

He didn’t know what he was supposed to do, how he was supposed to feel, so he…he just went with it. He didn’t have a choice. This was his little girl, and Colton was saying and doing all the things he could possibly want.

He just hoped it was real.

Not that he thought that Colton was being dishonest. As hard as it was to hear, all the wasted and lost time wasn’t their fault.

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