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He shrugs. “They were all so cute, I couldn’t decide on just a few. So I got everything I liked.”
Apparently, he liked the whole store. I look over the clothes quickly, noting that all of them are either in her size now or the next few up. He knows what size she wears. He knows how fast she grows and got her stuff that will be good for her in a month.
My heat melts once again for him and I am about to mount the guy right here and now—doctor approval be damned—when I catch sight of what it says on the onesies.
“Matteo, why does that onesie say, Margarita me, baby?” I frown, looking to the other one. “Oh, this one’s even better,” I say, heavy on that sarcasm. “Daddy and I have one thing in common, we both love mommy’s milk. Have you lost your mind? She’s not wearing that!”
“What? It’s the truth!”
“Matteo!”
“Fine, fine. We can keep that one for in-house wearing,” he pouts. “Look at this one.” Matteo picks up what seems like a cute, simple pink piece. That is until he flips it over and I see the back.
Don’t touch my watermelons is written on the butt area, and Matteo is wiggling his eyebrows at me. I run my tongue over my teeth and look at him. “You need help, Matteo. I swear.”
“Admit it, you love these.” He grins wide. “I got a whole bunch more!” Diving back into the bag, he pulls out what I have no doubt are more ridiculous pieces. “Jacob showed me this cool website—”
“I’m gonna stop you right there.” I put up my hand. “The second the name Jacob left your mouth; no further explanation is needed.”
“He’s the best.”
“Aha.”
Damn it, Hope was right. We should have never allowed them all to bond like this.
“Can you keep your duck on a leash?” I say as soon as my friend picks up her phone, her beautiful face filling the screen.
“Who? Francesca? She doesn’t wonder off,” Joy says, thinking I’m talking about actual live duck they have as a pet.
Mm-hmm. You heard that right.
“No, the one who impregnated you.” Joy sighs.
“What’d he do this time?” she asks, already knowing it’s something ridiculous. In true Jacob fashion.
“He has bad influence on Matteo.” I twist my face as Joy snorts.
“Let me guess. You now own a live crocodile because they get mistreated in the Zoos?”
“What?” I shriek. “I hope not!”
“Shame. I thought I could be off the hook if you guys already got one. Then it can’t be that bad.”
“You have a weird scale of bad, Joy.”
“Have you met my husband? Weird is his middle name. I’m only surviving over here.”
“Well, thanks to Jacob, Mellie now has a hundred onesies with inappropriate sayings on them.”
“And?” Joy lifts her eyebrow at me, clearly unimpressed. “Zoe, I’ve been living in shirts that say My wife’s boobs are better than yours, Duck duck baby mama and so on, as you are well aware. So, if I can take it, so can Mellie.”
I chuckle because I do know all about the clothes Joy and Jacob wear to work every day. And let’s not forget the hugging socks.
“But since we are talking about bad influence…” Joy trails off, giving me the eye.
“What?”
“Not sure who is messing up who here. Just last night, your Matteo showed up with Mellie strapped to his front in that baby carrier, while he was holding a huge sign that said, Private property, keep your hands off these cheeks.”