I bend down to hug Kennedy back and plant a kiss on her cheek. Kennedy was upstairs getting ready when I came over. She’s glowing already, has the same look my sister had when she was pregnant with Kyle, despite spending most of her morning in the bathroom and throwing up. Tyler lucked out when he found Kennedy. And he deserves someone like her to make up for all the shitty parts of his life.
“So, I’m sure you know the reason we brought you here,” Kennedy announces, pushing her hands onto her hips and speaking with authority.
Tyler takes his place at her side and hooks his arm around her back. He’s like a trained dog with how he responds. “We wanted to ask you guys to be the godparents of our child.”
“I already knew I was the godmother,” Sydney says, confident. “That much was a given.”
Kennedy smiles. “Naturally.”
“You could’ve asked your sister,” Tyler interjects.
“Penny is out of the question,” Sydney says, rolling her eyes. “She would make an awful godmother. Trust me I am a much better choice. If you two were to die suddenly and needed someone to raise your child, you would not want Penny to be the one to do it.”
Tyler’s gaze shifts to Kennedy. “I still haven’t met any of Kennedy’s family.”
My mouth opens in shock. “K, how could you let this man impregnate you and not even introduce him to your father?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. With my family losing their company, I didn’t want to add another thing to the list for my dad to worry about. You know how he gets.”
“That’s why we need to have a party,” Sydney declares. “Once you’re far enough along that we can have a gender reveal party, I am throwing one for you. It will be the perfect event for your families to meet.”
Tyler bites down on his bottom lip. “I haven’t told my parents either.”
“You two are a mess.” Sydney shakes her head, disgusted. “We need to arrange a meet and greet for your families. They need to find out about the baby before you pop the kid out.”
Her comment makes me chuckle, which catches her attention. Sydney locks onto me, never letting go once she meets my gaze. “You will help me, big guy. If we’re going to be the baby’s godparents, then you will plan the parties with me. It will be fun.”
“I don’t know about all that,” I croak. “I have no idea how to plan a baby shower, and family shit is not really my thing.”
I look to Tyler for confirmation that he’s okay with Sydney arranging for their families to meet. He nods in agreement.
It was bound to happen at some time, but I see no rush. Anything family related equals drama to me, so I do my best to distance myself from it whenever possible. Jenny is the only family I need. Well, Jenny and Tyler. And now, this baby, which comes with Kennedy and Sydney.
“I’m famished,” Sydney says in an overly dramatic tone, fanning herself.
Why does she insist on being so over-the-top all the time? And why do I think it’s so fucking adorable? Also, when do I use the word adorable?
I need my head examined. This woman is crazy and intoxicating. When I’m around her, I have trouble saying no—to anything, which is why I went along with her games. She breaks me down, makes me weak. Sydney Carroway is my own personal brand of Kryptonite. But I cannot get enough of her.
“Where do you want to eat? In here or in the kitchen?” Kennedy asks Sydney as if her opinion is the only one that matters.
There’s probably some truth to that. Tyler and I could eat standing next to a dumpster and not give a shit, and Kennedy is about as go with the flow as a girl can get, but Sydney…I never know how she will react. Miss High Maintenance is always prim and proper. But sometimes, Sydney surprises me.
She throws her dark curls over her shoulder with a loud sigh. “Right here is fine. Tyler, why don’t you grab the food with Carter and give us girls time to chat?”
“Um…yeah, sure.” Tyler motions toward the hall with his head and turns to me. “Wanna help me out?”
I fall in line next to him, glancing over my shoulder at Sydney as we step into the hallway. The corners of her mouth turn up into a smile for a second, before she shifts her attention back to Kennedy.
Why does she have to be so damn beautiful and have a magnetism about her that draws me to her?
They start talking about the baby, and I walk out of the living room with Tyler. We are no longer either of their concern. Kennedy is probably starving with all the hunger cravings Tyler has been telling me about, and Sydney just likes being waited on, as if we are her servants. That part of her personality will never sit well with me.
Sydney and I come from different walks of life. She has no idea that her air of entitlement will not work with me. I will never be the man she wants. But I want her so bad. When I’m lying in bed at night, alone, I crave her pussy and try to remember how it tastes. Just thinking about her in that tight outfit and only down the hall, makes my dick throb.
Once we’re in the kitchen, I let out the air I was holding in around Sydney. If I don’t do that, she might suck every bit of it out of the room. I never met a girl who makes me this nervous. She intimidates me in ways that I’d never thought possible. One look at where I grew up, and she would think differently of me. I just know it. We are too different to make this work.
But I have to play nice around Tyler and Kennedy, especially now that we are the godparents to their child. That also means spending a lot of time together. The thought both excites and terrifies me, all at the same time.