Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 368

“I…” Tiffany’s voice trailed off for a moment, but then she regained her confidence. “I’ll be its spiritual dad. Seriously, I’d make a way better father than Julian, right?”

Sydney paused, considering the proposition. It was an unexpected suggestion, but somehow, it resonated with her. She couldn’t quite envision Julian, with his detached demeanor and sharp tongue, stepping into the role of a nurturing parent.

The thought of a tiny baby crying for milk, and Julian’s frowning face appearing in response, was almost comical. She could almost hear him saying something dismissive like, “You’ve got hands, haven’t you? Can’t you mix it yourself? And while you’re at it, bring me some water.”

The absurdity of the image made her chuckle, and she turned to Tiffany with a newfound conviction. “Right. Definitely better.”

“Now… do you still want barbecue?” Tiffany’s gaze flickered nervously toward the spread laid out before them. “Can you eat? Should I order something else?”

Sydney couldn’t help but laugh. “Not only can I eat,” she replied, her laughter bubbling up, “I’m absolutely starving! I could clear this entire table by myself.”

Even though they were abstaining from alcohol tonight, the excitement of new life on the horizon filled their hearts and motivated them to indulge in the feast before them.

Yet, a shadow crossed Tiffany’s face as she voiced her concern. “What about Julian? What if he finds out?”

The prospect of custody battles loomed ominously in the air, and Sydney knew all too well that facing Julian in such a situation would be a daunting challenge. After enduring months of struggles, she could easily see herself reluctantly handing the baby over to him.

But as she savored a juicy piece of watermelon while expertly flipping the meat on the grill, she felt a surge of determination. “Then I just won’t let him know,” she declared with resolve.

She couldn’t afford to think too far ahead; all she was certain of was her desire for this child.

Their conversation flowed late into the night, laughter and dreams weaving a warm cocoon around them. Eventually, they succumbed to sleep on the sofa, wrapped in a cozy blanket—one lying sideways, the other stretched out, both lost in the comfort of friendship and hope.

The next morning, Sydney was barely conscious when the doorbell rang, the sound cutting through her hazy dreams. With a soft groan, she pushed the blanket aside, slipped on her fuzzy slippers, and shuffled her way to the door, still caught in the remnants of sleep.

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