A Special Summer(66)

“Oooooh!” Nick and James shouted laughing at Kevin’s stunned expression.

Kevin chuckled. “Girl, you are mean since you’ve became a momma.”

“That’s right. Now put that nasty cigar down. It stinks and you haven’t even lit it,” Summer said tersely as she placed the bowl of chips on the coffee table before retreating back into the kitchen with her mother.

So as far as the women were concerned, having the men at the sports bar was definitely okay by them.

Things between Summer and Nick hadn’t progressed any further. Although he came over every day to see and bond with the baby, the two never had a chance to discuss how they planned on raising their son. It hadn’t yet been determined who would be the primary caregiver of NJ. Summer still had no idea Nick no longer had plans on filing for custody.

She maintained her distance whenever he was around. If he were in the nursery with the baby, she would go in her bedroom to watch television or downstairs in the living room to talk with Ava or Starr on the phone. In her mind putting distance between them was crucial to her emotional and mental wellbeing. She felt she had to do this especially after receiving the results via certified mail from BioMed a week after coming home from the hospital. Of course the results showed that there was a probability of 99.9% that Nick was NJs father. Disgusted Summer ripped the results into a hundred tiny pieces. If she received the results, certainly Nick had received his as well. Now she would wait until he approached her. She was in no hurry to have her world come falling down around her like a house of cards. Six weeks had gone by and Nick hadn’t mentioned one word about the results. If he ignored the pink elephant in the room… so would she.

Later that evening after the Jacksons departed, Nick showed up as usual. Summer heard his footsteps walking in the direction of the downstairs closet off of the living room as she stood in the mirror wrapping her hair in a bun. She had given him a key the night before for the sake of convenience since her parents wouldn’t be around to answer the door.

The house was extremely quiet now that her parents were gone. Nick smiled to himself. Now he would be able to put his plan into action to win Summer back. He had been a patient man as he waited the six weeks out. During those weeks he had been methodical in his plan. Whatever it had taken to get along with her parents, he did it. James hadn’t been a problem; he truly liked the older man and enjoyed the times they hung out. Nita however was a different story. Whenever she let a snide remark slip, Nick didn’t let it faze him, he couldn’t. He had bigger fish to fry, like winning her daughter’s heart back. In time he was confident that things between him and Nita would be just fine.

Taking two steps at a time, he made his way to the nursery. Peeking in he saw that NJ was squirming in his sleep, about to wake up at any moment. Deciding not to wake the baby, he sauntered down the hall to Summer’s bedroom. Leaning against the doorjamb he crossed his arms over his chest. When I get you back I’m never going to let you go, he thought to himself as he watched her fussing with her hair.

“I’m gonna cut all this mess off,” Summer grumbled as she put the last pin in securing her tresses.

“Please don’t. I love your hair.”

The fine hairs on the back of her neck stood up from the low baritone voice she was so familiar with. Summer glanced over her shoulder. “I thought you were in the nursery.”

“I peeked in on him, but he’s still asleep.”

“Oh. He’s due to wake up soon.”

As Summer crossed the room to the dresser pulling out a pair of silk pajamas, his gaze followed her. She looked good. Real good. The knit blouse she wore clung snuggly to her full breasts, while she nicely filled out a pair of jeans something fierce. Nick tilted his head to the side as he watched her hips sway naturally from side to side.

“What?” Summer asked when she caught him staring at her with that look. She felt herself being drawn in by it. Uh-huh, nope. I’m not going there with you Nick. Summer broke eye contact with Nick to keep from being pulled into his sensual web. Nick pushed himself away from the doorjamb uncrossing his arms. Rubbing his hand over his goatee, he admitted, “I was just checking you out in that blouse and those jeans. Girl you look tight. I can’t even tell you had a baby six weeks ago.”

“Thanks,” Summer mumbled. She wasn’t about to tell him it was the breastfeeding that helped her body to bounce back to its pre-pregnancy state. He was having hard enough time keeping his eyes off her breasts as it was.

“Nick?”

“Summer?”

“When NJ wakes up change him and feed him for me.”