Page 119 of One Baby Daddy
“I didn’t want to do it in the staff lounge because frankly, there was already so much gossip among the staff in the hospital, I didn’t want to add fuel to the flames.”
“Why not wait until you got home?”
“Emma. She begged me to take the test. She swore my boobs looked bigger and needed me to confirm the pregnancy.”
Hayden turns away from me and pushes some waffle around on his plate. “Yeah, I’d say Emma is right on that front.”
Chuckling, I playfully swat Hayden. “Hey, don’t be looking.”
“It’s hard not to, Adalyn.” Looking at my breasts, he says, “They’re kind of in your face.”
Glancing down, I attempt to shift my shirt but there is no point in trying to cover them up, as none of my clothes fit anymore so if the ladies are out, they’re out.
“Nothing fits like it used to.”
He holds up his hands. “I’m not complaining, just agreeing with Emma, that’s all.” Nodding toward my plate, he asks, “Can I try your salsa waffles?”
“How long have you been waiting to ask that?”
“Ever since you ordered them.” His fork hovers over my plate.
Rolling my eyes, I give him the go ahead, but not without collecting my own bite. Together, we try each other’s waffles and both marvel in their flavors. Sweet, caramelly, with a hint of buttermilk and banana. So good.
“Damn, I got the wrong waffles.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” I reach in for another bite, which causes Hayden to chuckle.
Resting his fork on his napkin, he lifts both our plates and swaps them. “There. Better?”
Grabbing another bite, I shove it in my mouth and close my eyes, dying over the caramel taste. “So much better. I thought I wanted savory, but boy was I wrong, it’s all about the sweet for me tonight.”
“What has been your weirdest craving so far?”
“Weirdest? Hmm.” The prongs of my fork tap my lips while I think. “I would have to say when I asked Emma to bring me a brownie from the cafeteria and a small condiment cup of honey mustard.”
Fork halfway to his mouth, salsa dripping off the waffle, Hayden’s eyes go wide. “I like you, Adalyn, but if you tell me you dipped a brownie in honey mustard, we might have to part ways.”
“What if I told you I ate the brownie and dipped my finger in the honey mustard? Does that make a difference?”
“I mean, it’s better, but I’m still judging you a little.”
“Don’t judge me, judge the baby.”
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“You’re insane.” Hayden eyes the table, disgust written all over his face.
I cut the brownie on the table in half and dab a little honey mustard onto his plate. “This is your fault, you know that, right? You’re the one who got me thinking about brownies and honey mustard and here we are, ready to divulge in our baby’s guilty pleasure.”
Sniffing the brownie and honey mustard together, he winces. “I think you’re right, the baby is a demon.”
“Come on.” I nudge his shoulder with mine. “Give it a try. You never know, your new favorite dessert might be sitting in front of you right now.”
“Pretty sure it isn’t.”
“Hayden, don’t make the pregnant woman ask you again. Pick up a piece of that brownie, dip your pinky finger in the honey mustard for your brownie chaser, and follow my lead.”
Shaking his head, he does what I say and holds the brownie bite to his mouth. Watching me first, I eat the brownie, chew, swallow, and then clean my pinky finger off, getting every last drop of honey mustard. “Mmm . . . so good. You’re turn.”
