That Baby: A Small Town, Friends-to-Lovers Romance (That Boy Series Book 3)
That Baby: Part 2 – Chapter 37

Dear Baby Mac,

So, here’s the deal.

Today’s my birthday! Yay!!!

And, since it’s a special day, I think that you should kick me hard enough so that I can feel it. Pretend you’re kicking a soccer ball with all your might.

Hmm. You probably don’t know what that is yet, but kick! Wave those feet! Punch those little arms around.

Make your mommy’s day!

Your dad got me a bunch of baby booties. Every year since we were little, he’s woken me up at midnight and thrown a whole bunch of stuff at me. Confetti. Candy. Jacks—those kind of hurt. You get the idea.

You don’t really think about stuff like this when you’re younger, but I realize now that your dad started a tradition I can’t wait to pass on to our kids. We will always celebrate your birthday at midnight. And we’ll always make you feel special. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He took me to one of my favorite restaurants for lunch today and then gave me pennies to throw in our fountain, so I could make a bunch of wishes.

What I wished for:

That you would be healthy.

That we would be happy.

That we’d all stay safe.

That your dad would always love me.

That we’d get the building done before you were born.

That you would kick me. (Hint, hint.)

He also gave me a super-cool present.

I don’t think I told you this, but your dad’s family owns a transportation business. It’s a high-end, white-glove service. They’ll move anything safely, like the furniture you ordered online, the classic car you bought at an auto auction, your baby grand piano, your grandmother’s hutch. Stuff like that.

I majored in engineering, and it was my dream to someday design a building from scratch. When your grandpa Mackenzie needed to expand their company with offices here in Kansas City, he let me do just that. Right now, the site has been excavated, the foundation has been poured, and the steel and concrete are going up. That means, I’m at a muddy job site most every day. And I kinda have a thing for shoes. Heels mostly.

The guys at the job site gave me my very own hard hat and have been giving me crap about wearing my heels there. And, apparently, they told your dad that he needed to buy me some work boots.

But he did so much better than that. He got me adorable Hunter rain boots in a glossy teal color.

They are so cute!

Your dad is probably the sweetest boy I’ve ever met.

Something kinda odd about today though. All my friends called and texted to wish me a happy birthday, but my best friend, Lori, didn’t.

And I’m not sure why.

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