Page 45 of Broken Boss Daddy

Yeah, I wasn’t risking any of it for temporary happiness. I was striving for a lifetime.

However, it didn’t stop my body from yearning for hers. Or my mind remembering how she felt beneath me as I made her scream my name—Focus, Grant.

Back to pacing along the sidewalk, I went through the introduction that I had prepared over the last couple of days. I was determined to have everything go as smoothly as possible.

Glancing up, I froze to the spot when I saw the most beautiful sight walking toward me. Jess and Abby were walking hand in hand, the little girl laughing and jumping around while Jess tried to keep her smile at bay.

I was certain cupid just struck an arrow through my heart because that very sight was enough to bring me to my knees. It felt like falling for Jessica all over again, only better.

Abby giggled and skipped over a rock, and I watched on mesmerized and completely terrified.This was it. My little girl was beautiful, absolutely stunning and the spitting image of her mother.

The only thing I could see was those two girls.

My heart rate picked up with every step closer they came, with every smile Abby had for the surrounding world. Disbelief and amazement didn’t come close to what I felt at that moment.

I still hadn’t moved by the time the two of them approached me. Abby looked as carefree as a child should, and Jessica looked like she wanted to be sick. Or run away. I couldn’t blame her, half of me wanted to as well.

They stopped a couple of feet away from me. Suddenly, I didn’t know what to do with myself. My hands wanted to fiddle with everything. My throat felt as dry as the desert, and I had no clue what I should do.

Should I speak? Smile? Maybe just run away? What the hell was I supposed to do?

These thoughts ran through my mind on repeat. I had hoped Jess would know what to do, but she looked just as distraught as I felt.

“You’re Mommy’s friend!” Abby took everything out of our hands and pointed toward me with the most magnificent smile I’d ever seen.

What did me in, though, was the identical dimple on her face that I had.

I actually felt like crying. Instead, a brilliant grin broke free across my face, and I felt all my worries melt away.

Unknowingly, Abby had broken the ice and Jessica finally said, “That’s right, baby. This is Grant, Mommy’s friend.”

Crouching, I reached out a hand to the little girl, and she took it immediately. “It’s nice to meet you, Abby. Your mom has told me so much about you.”

“She has?” Abby looked up at her mother in awe.

“Oh, you’re all she talks about. I’ve been very excited to meet you,” I said, and delighted in the excitement that coated Abby’s features.

“Abby,” Jess called. “Is it alright if Grant joins us at the park today?”

“Yes!” Abby jumped up and down.

I chuckled, standing up and catching Jess’s eye as the three of us walked further into the park. There was still a trace of anxiety in her beautiful eyes. When I sent her a wink, however, it dissolved into pure joy.

The afternoon went by in a blur of laughter and… happiness. That was the best I could describe it as.

Somehow, I easily fell into the role of being a father without actually being one yet. I feared I would find it difficult, but I guessed if it was your own child, everything seemed to come more naturally.

At least that was how it felt to me.

Another surprise was how easygoing Abby seemed to be. There was no hesitation on her side. She knew me as her mother’s friend, and that was that for her. The little girl didn’t need any other reassurance, and that was a testament to the bond Abby and Jess had.

Abby trusted her mother completely, and that alone proved just how special the Flynn girls were.

I could see a lot of Jessica in Abby, but there were certain things where I recognized myself. Looking at Abby was like looking in a mirror, only she was extraordinary with her mom’s features as well.

Abby also had the tendency to jump onto an idea without thinking it through, like I did. I laughed every single time when Jess had to constantly tell Abby that she couldn’t just do something because she thought it was ‘fun.’

Needless to say, Jess would send me her ‘murder’ eyes every single time.

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