Page 79 of Biker Orc Baby Daddy
"Open up, sweetie. Just a little tickle."
Orry opens his mouth. She swabs. He makes a face. Cecie kisses his head.
"All done," the tech says. "We'll send these to the lab today. Results in forty-eight hours."
"Thank you," I manage.
Cecie nods. We leave and wait in parking lot. The sun's too bright. The sky's too blue. Everything feels surreal.
"So," Cecie says.
"So."
"Now we wait."
"Now we wait."
Orry squirms. She sets him down. He toddles toward me. Grabs my leg. I freeze.
"He likes you," Cecie says quietly.
"I like him too."
She bites her lip. "Gunther. No matter what the test says. You've been. Good. With him. And I. I appreciate that."
"I'm not going anywhere, Cecie."
Her eyes lock on mine. Nods. "Okay."
Orry tugs my pant leg. I scoop him up. He laughs. Pats my cheek.
Right over the dimple.
The waiting starts.
I go home. Open my laptop. Stare at a blank document.Father Starter KitI type.
Then I laugh. Because it's absurd. Because I don't even know if I'm his father yet. Because I'm planning for a future that might not exist.
I type anyway.
Essentials:
- Diapers (research brands, absorption rates, environmental impact)
- Wipes (unscented, hypoallergenic)
- Books (age-appropriate, diverse authors, educational value)
- Toys (developmental milestones: fine motor skills, problem-solving, creativity)
- First aid kit (pediatric-specific)
- Backup clothes (multiple sizes, weather-appropriate)
- Snacks (nutritionist-approved, allergen-free)
The list grows. I add sub-categories. Color-code priorities. Create a budget spreadsheet.
