Sincerely, The Puck Bunny (Totally Pucked #2)(41)

Asher laughs until he’s doubled over and has tears wetting his cheeks. “Dude, I should put this shit online so everybody else can see it.”

Hell, the Puck Bunny probably will before anyone else has the chance.

“Do it, and you’re dead.”

Finally, he finds the lever and the seat folds down easily. So easily that his jaw drops in shock, and he whips around to look at the three of us with accusation in his eyes.

“You fuckers! You knew that lever was there the whole time and you let my ass go through that.”

This time, it’s Reed and I that lose it, laughing until our stomachs hurt. He puts the stroller box underneath the basket, and we walk to the front of the store to checkout, but we stop at an end cap featuring guys wearing their kids in some kind of… thing on their chest.

“What the hell is that thing?” I ask.

Reed looks at the box and realization hits him. “Oh shit, that’s a baby wearer.”

A baby wearer?

People wear their babies around?

For fucks sake.

The six baby books I got are going to be even more useful than I originally thought. Apparently, I don’t know even half of it.

“You need one of these.” A teenage girl walks up, smiling. She’s wearing a polo with the store's logo on the chest, and relief immediately floods my system.

Thank god. A professional.

“Yeah, uh, which one? There’s like twelve.”

She walks over to the end-cap and picks up the most expensive one. “Definitely this one. Think of this as the Cadillac of all baby carriers. Not only will baby be riding in style,” she pauses, giggling before turning it around and pointing out the features on the box, “Mom and Dad will have the most comfort and support while baby wearing. Plus, there’s a lifetime warranty.”

I swallow thickly. “Okay perfect. Thanks.” Taking the box from her, I toss it in the basket and we continue on to the checkout.

“I’m wearing that shit first, and Olive-you and I can go on adventures.”

“How about we try and make it out of the store in one piece before we plan any grand adventures.”

Graham nods solemnly, “Truth.”





Nervous doesn’t begin to describe how I feel standing outside Maddison’s door the next morning with Graham, Asher, Reed, and Hudson flanking my sides. Our hands are filled with bags and boxes of shit. I admit, we all probably went a bit overboard yesterday, but what’s done is done now, and I just hope like fuck she’s okay with me purchasing all of it for Olive.

“Can’t believe you guys went without me,” Hudson grumbles again for the tenth time since we met at my house this morning and asked him to help us cart all this shit to Maddison’s apartment.

“You were at your bunny’s house; what did you suppose we did? Roll up in the dad mobile?” Graham retorts.

Fuck, my truck is not the dad mobile. Or is it?

Seconds later, the door swings open, and Maddison comes into view with Olive nestled into her chest. Her hair is up in a messy bun on the top of her head, and there are dark purple and blue circles under her eyes. She looks absolutely exhausted, and yet still so fucking beautiful that it causes my chest to ache.

“Oh my god,” she breathes, her eyes falling on each of the numb nuts standing next to me. I can’t gauge her facial expression, besides shock, to know whether that’s a good “oh my god” or a bad one.

“Hi,” I say.

“What’s up, beautiful?” Graham smirks. I look at him with a death stare that tells him he better can it if he wants to walk out of here alive.

“Uh, Briggs? What in the world is all of this?” She glances back and forth among all of us again. Olive stirs in her arms, letting out a tiny little cry, and my heart lurches.

God, I love her.

“Awe!” Graham exclaims, “Can I hold her? Please?”

Maddison laughs lightly. “Uh, I don’t even know you, no offense.”

"Shit, I’m sorry. This is Graham, Asher, Hudson, and Reed. My best friends and my teammates.”

Maddison looks slightly panicked for a second but nods. “HI, I’m Maddison. I’m... Uh, Briggs’...”

She stutters, but Asher speaks up, “Baby mama.”

Her cheeks tint pink at the endearment, but she nods. “I guess so.” Directing her attention back to me she says, “Briggs, what is all of this?”

“Baby stuff. Honestly, I don’t even know what half of it is, but the girls at the store said that it’s what she’ll need.”

Maddison pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and opens the door wider. “Come in, sorry, I was just a little shocked.”

“I have that effect on women,” Graham quips.

I lift my hand full of bags and still manage to wop him in the back of the head.

“What? It’s true.”

Fuck, I’m going to kill him.

We file inside Maddison’s apartment one at a time and set all of the bags and boxes down on the floor in her living room. Now that I’m really looking at it, I think we definitely went overboard.

“Wow. This is a lot of stuff.” Maddison breathes, her eyes wide as she takes in all the stuff.

I nod. “Might have possibly went a little crazy.”