Grayson picks up the hat, sliding it back over her tiny head. He chuckles, walking back to my side. “I don’t think we need the paternity test.”
Warren laughs. “Nope.”
I was worried how the other two guys would feel once we found out who the biological dad was, but they seem to be taking it in stride.
Our relationship is solid after the last month. We all know where we stand. Mia has three dads, not one.
Tucker looks up, confused. “What do you guys mean?” he asks.
“She's obviously yours,” Grayson says, linking his fingers with mine.
Tucker looks down at her with big eyes.
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “There’s no… how do you know?”
“She’s a mini you,” Warren says softly.
“No, she’s beautiful like her mama,” Tucker says, making my heart clench.
I wait until Tucker looks back over to me. “There’s some of me in there, too, but she looks just like you. Her eyes. Her hair.”
When he looks back down at her, it’s with a level of awe I’ve never seen from him before, like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.
“Wow,” he breathes out, more to himself than to any of us.
Knowing Tucker’s in his own world with Mia. I look between my other two guys. “Are you two really okay with this?”
I already know the answer, but I want to ask anyway.
Warren speaks first. “That girl is mine regardless of whose genes helped to make her.”
This man.
“I told you a long time ago that I was in this, no matter who the bio dad was,” Grayson says. “Mia is my daughter.”
Okay, this man too.
The guys have enough pillows stacked up around me that I’m sure a small army is missing them somewhere nearby. I’m not complaining, though, because I’m more comfortable than I have been in months.
The view of Warren rocking our daughter to sleep doesn’t hurt either. The sight makes me want to forget the “no more babies” notion I had during labor.
Forget that.Let’s have ten more if these men look this hot being dads.
My mom’s head pokes in. “You still want us to come in now?”
“Yeah,” I say quietly, not wanting to wake Mia.
But I don’t think much would wake her. Even though she’s only been here for a couple of hours, I think she’s a chill baby.
She is half me and half Tucker, though, so she’s probably going to have more energy and attitude than we know what to do with.
Mom walks in with Dad and Gram right behind her. She heads for Warren, tears in her eyes when she looks at Mia.
I’m surprised when my dad makes a beeline for me instead of Mia. His eyes are glossy with tears. He leans down, gently wrapping me in a hug.
“How are you, honey?” he asks.
“You can go see the baby first. It’s okay,” I say against his shoulder.
