Page 52 of Stowaway Whirlwind
Wyatt looks like he’s going to fall out of his seat from trying so hard to hold back his laughter. “Brother, you’re about to get an earful with these two if you think you have any say about Marigold’s job. Just you wait.”
Before either of us can respond, Lily starts crying and rooting against Davis’s chest.
“Oh, I know that look, too,” Dolly says, her face relaxing once more.
Taking Lily from Davis, I ask, “Is there somewhere I can nurse her in private?”
“Sure thing,” Dolly says. “I’ll show you to the nursery.” Wyatt hops up to pull Dolly’s chair back and helps her up. She tips her head for me to follow her out of the kitchen and down the hall when Davis does the same for me, though I don’t need help getting out of my chair as Dolly does in her state.
I sit back in the massive rocking armchair with Lily in my arms once Dolly closes the nursery door behind her. My mind is spinning as I unzip the hidden zipper in my dress under my breasts and bring Lily to my chest. It’s like my whole world, which had narrowed to a pinprick, has suddenly expanded exponentially. These people clearly care a lot for Davis and, by proxy, me as well, no questions asked. And if Dolly follows through on her promise to introduce me to her friends and I start working at Granny’s, my world and Lily’s will be that much bigger.
I humAmarillo By Morningby George Strait as I finish burping Lily, then stop abruptly once I open the nursery door. Dolly is pushed up against the wall further down the narrow hallway, supported by Wyatt with his hands under her butt and her legs hiked on either side of his wide waist. I’m so impressedby the fact he’s able to hold her up like that with her huge belly between them that I forget to look away.
Wyatt kisses down the side of her face to her neck. Her eyes are closed, facing me, lips parted with a moan. “You’re so needy, aren’t you, babygirl? Bet you’re already dripping wet for me.”
Dolly moans louder and attempts to roll her hips, her dress falling away from her thighs. “Oh god, yes, Daddy. I need you inside me.”
My mouth falls open.Holy shit!She called himDaddy. She’d be the last to judge me if I told her about Davis and me.
“Fuck me, babygirl. I can’t wait to get you alone tonight. Gonna stretch your perfect pregnant pussy so good, you’ll be praying for Daddy to breed you again.”
Fire ignites in my cheeks, and I must make some kind of noise because they both snap their gazes at me. Wyatt drops his head on Dolly’s shoulder, and Dolly slaps a hand over her mouth, her eyes huge. He slowly lets her slide down to the floor, rearranges her dress to cover her thighs, and grunts out an excuse. He turns away from us, no doubt adjusting himself in his jeans, before disappearing into another room.
“I’m so sorry,” Dolly says with fluttery hands. “He—I—”
“Davis’s second rule is ‘do not give Daddy attitude’,” I blurt.
Dolly’s eyes light up with delight, and then her slim brows crash together. “Don’t let Wyatt hear you say that. He’ll get ideas.”
“Already heard, babygirl,” Wyatt says, poking his head out with a smirk pointed her way. “We’ve got some things to talk about tonight.” He winks before disappearing again.
Dolly groans, and I squeak out, “Sorry.”
Davis
After dinner and putting William to bed in the room across from Lily asleep in the nursery’s crib, we take the baby monitors and our slices of homemade key lime pie out to eat around the newly dug fire pit in Wyatt’s large backyard, a circle of wooden Adirondack chairs positioned at a safe distance from the fire. It’s a brisk night, and I tuck a white fleece blanket around Goldie before taking the chair next to her.
The easygoing mood from dinner abates as I fill the group in on the Fitzroy situation after Dolly brings up what happened at the restaurant in Dallas.
Wyatt’s face turns hard as the story goes on. “You need to get yourself an alarm system. It won’t stop her if she comes for Lily again, but at least the police will be notified immediately.”
“Already have one, but without cameras, we don’t have any physical evidence of the altercation before Sheriff Gibson showed up,” I grumble. “Just our statements.”
Troubled by the fear on Goldie’s face, Ms. Judy asks, “You have the security footage from the restaurant, though, right?”
“Sheriff says he’s working on getting it. In the meantime, they’ve got her on trespassing charges, assault on a police officer, and resisting arrest, though she somehow bailed out almost immediately.” To say we were unhappy when Sheriff called earlier with that update, plus the fact that Fitzroy was told to stick around instead of going back to Nevada, is an understatement.
“Shit.” Wyatt shakes his head, then points to the cameras positioned on the corners of his house and the one above their backdoor. “I’ll get you set up with better security in case the crazy bitch comes back.”
Ms. Ellie asks, “What about Lily’s father? Does he know what his mother is doing? Do you think he’s going to try to get custody of Lily, too?”
It’s like a hot iron poker being dragged down my back hearing someone else referred to as Lily’s father. She’smydaughter. She’ll always be mine. “As far as we know, no.”
Delicately, Ms. Judy asks Goldie, “Do you want him to?”
Goldie sniffs and shakes her head. “I know he has the right to see her, but if he gets involved…I’m terrified Colton’s mom will pursue establishing paternity and try to get full custody. She’s already made the threat and has the money to back it up. I-I can’t lose Lily.”
Dolly frowns, readjusting her red cardigan over her chest. “Establish paternity? So he’s not on her birth certificate?”
