Page 33 of A SEAL's Heart
“Shhhh.” I flap my hands at Paige, and she claps hers together and cackles.
Noah’s eyes pop open, and he cries. “Paige, you’ve woken the baby.”
“It’s alright. He needs a feed before the appointment anyway.”
She unbuckles the sling and pulls him out. “I’ll grab a seat. Can you grab me a quiche and a coffee?”
“Quiche and a coffee, got it.” I turn to the counter just as the boy dumps the broken cookie in the trash and turns around.
“Then you can tell me who the hell you’re having sex with.”
Paige takes Noah over to the table, leaving me open-mouthed in front of the kid behind the counter, who turns scarlet and can’t look me in the eye.
I try to channel some of Paige’s ‘don’t give a damn’ attitude, but all that comes out is a feeble croak as I place our order.
“A flat white, a Cappuccino, and two quiches, please.”
When I get to our table, Paige is breastfeeding Noah. I’ve gotten used to seeing my friend’s boobs since she had a baby. Paige is not ashamed to feed him wherever and whenever he needs it, which is how it should be. But it’s something I’d be too embarrassed to do.
“Tell me everything. Who is it? Where did it happen and how big is his…?”
“A Cappuccino and a latte.” Paige is interrupted by the kid coming over with the coffees. He takes one look at the feeding Noah and Paige’s large boob half hanging out, and his eyes go wide.
“I’m the Cappuccino,” Paige says, unaware of his discomfort or not caring about it. The server sets the coffees down on the edge of the table and scurries off behind the counter.
I cover my mouth with my hand, trying not to laugh. “Poor kid.”
Paige waves her hand. “It’s a boob. Get over it.”
She pulls her coffee toward her and breathes in the aroma. “Ah, first coffee of the day. If I have the caffeine hit while he’s feeding, it will be out of my milk by the time of his next feed.”
I pull my mug toward me and wince. It’s not what I ordered, but I don’t want to ruin the poor guy’s day even more by complaining.
“Since when do you drink lattes?” Paige asks.
“I don’t. He got the order wrong.” I dump a sachet of sugar into the oversized latte mug.
Paige frowns at me. “You are going to tell him, right?”
I stir the sugar in. I don’t mind lattes, and I don’t want to cause a fuss. “It’s fine. I’ll drink this.”
Paige frowns. “You’re too nice, Avery. You’ve got to stand up for yourself.”
“It’s just a coffee. It doesn’t matter. I’d rather hear how you and Noah are getting on.”
I take a sip on the latte and it’s far too milky, but it will do.
Paige continues to frown at me. I sip my coffee and set the mug down. “Is he sleeping any better?”
She shakes her head at me. “Don’t change the subject. Who are you fucking?”
The harsh word makes me cringe. “Paige, it’s not like that.”
“Sorry sweetie. Who are you making sweet, sweet love to?”
I snort-laugh and almost inhale my coffee. “I never said I was.”
“You don’t have to. Your skin is glowing, you’re smiling to yourself, and you practically skipped into the cafe.”
