Page 116 of One Baby Daddy
Adalyn:I’m trying to decide what I need to wear, smart ass.
Hayden:Bikini.
Adalyn:Over my dead body.
Hayden:Okay, okay, lingerie works too.
Adalyn:I thought this was supposed to be a “just friends” dinner.
Hayden:Do you not wear lingerie for your friends?
Adalyn:Want to ask Logan?
Hayden:Ohhhhhhh low blow, babe. Low fucking blow . . . do you wear lingerie for him?
Adalyn:No.
Hayden:Cool. Cool. Not like I cared or anything.
Adalyn:You’re so full of shit.
Hayden:Can’t show all my cards right away, got to play it cool.
Adalyn:Oh is that what you’re doing? Could have fooled me.
Hayden:It’s the new way of acting cool, something these youngins came up with.
Adalyn:When you say youngins you make us seem so old.
Hayden:Well we are having a baby together. That is a very adult thing to do.
Adalyn:We’re having it out of wedlock.
Hayden:Fishing for a proposal?
Adalyn:Just tell me what to wear.
Hayden:Anything you feel comfortable in.
Adalyn:Comfortable right now is sweatpants.
Hayden:Then I look forward to seeing you in your comfy threads.
Adalyn:I’m not wearing sweatpants, jeeze.
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Adalyn:Heads-up. I just ate a sleeve of Oreos.
Hayden:I can see you’re starting to feel better. I hope you still have an appetite for dinner.
Adalyn:Pretty sure right now, with the way I’m feeling, I’ll be eating my dinner, your dinner, and the patrons’ next to us.
Hayden:I’ll ask for a secluded table then, this place isn’t a family style restaurant.
Adalyn:Rookie mistake with a pregnant woman. Always go family style.
Hayden:Making notes now. Should I highlight family restaurant for emphasis.
