Rock Hard Baby Daddy: A Billionaire Cowboy Romance

by Rye Hart

  Sometimes, I wondered why God took Gina instead of me. She was more deserving of sharing moments like these with the kids, more deserving of being with these two beautiful children than I was. She had a certain ease with them. She had been a natural. It should have been Gina there with them, not me.

  A little while later, after I'd showered and gotten the kids dressed, I stepped out back and saw that Riley was out in her own backyard.

  “Hey Riley,” I said. “Good morning. How are you?”

  “I'm good,” she said.

  She and a boy I presumed was her boyfriend, were sitting in the backyard by the pool, sharing a lounge chair. She was practically on top of him.

  “Umm so, I was wondering if Emma was around?”

  “No,” Riley said, her voice flat, as if she didn't want to be bothered. “She's at work.”

  As soon as Zoey heard the response, she burst into hysterics. “But I want Emma,” she said, her voice a high-pitched whine and her lower lip jutting out.

  “Honey, I told you Emma has a life too,” I said gently. “Remember? I said no promises.”

  Riley laughed, and I turned my attention back to her, but I realized she wasn't laughing at my kids, she was laughing at her boyfriend who was nuzzling and kissing her neck. His hands were on her breasts and they were looking a little too cozy with my kids only a few feet away. Even if they couldn't see over the fence, they could hear what was going on, and I was afraid of where things were going with them.

  “Come on, Zoey,” I said. “Let me put on a movie.”

  “I don't wanna! I want Emma,” she said, but she followed me inside anyway, pouting the entire time.

  “We're going to the beach in a few hours,” I said.

  I was already fearing the work that would pile up while we were out, but I suppressed my instant urge to cancel in favor of getting work done. I reasoned with myself that it couldn't be helped and I'd have plenty of time to catch up on work later. I needed to do this for the kids; for all of us. Obviously, considering Zoey's mood swings that morning, she needed a break from the monotony of her own life every bit as much as I needed a break from mine.

  It was obvious we all needed to get out of the house and do something fun together, even if only for a few hours.

  ooo000ooo

  Zoey was in better spirits as we drove toward the Huntington Beach pier. She was singing songs, making her brother laugh, and seemed to have already forgotten all about not getting her way and seeing Emma earlier. I looked at them in the rearview mirror and knew this was the right decision. Work could wait, my kids couldn't. And as I parked my car, the smile on her face only reinforced and validated that decision in my own mind.

  My clients would just have to wait a bit longer for the financials to get approved. It was Saturday and technically, my day off so they shouldn't be expecting them until Monday anyway. But I had busy, demanding clients who never seemed to take time off and always wanted something done yesterday.

  Ordinarily, I was happy to oblige. But not today. Today was a day for my kids. They deserved to have me present.

  Our spirits were high and I managed to forget all about work as we walked toward the beach, relishing the feel of the sand between our toes. It was a lovely day, as usual for Southern California. Nice and warm, mid-eighties with the sun high overhead and very little cloud cover. With a kid holding each hand, we walked toward the lifeguard station where we were told to meet out instructor. We were a little bit early, so I let the kids play in the waves for a while as I watched them from a distance. As I watched them splashing and playing, laughing and giggling with one another, I once again wished that Gina was there to witness it and to share in that special moment.

  “Hey, what are you doing here?” a familiar voice called to me from behind.

  I turned and saw Emma heading toward us carrying a surfboard and wearing a wetsuit; a skintight wetsuit that showed off all her curves and made me feel like a pervert for staring.

  “Uhh well, I signed the kids and I up for surfing lessons,” I said.

  “Huh,” Emma said, pulling out a notebook and staring at what was written inside intently for a moment. “It said the name was Bratt. Mark Bratt.”

  “Wait, you're our – ”

  “Looks like it,” she said. “Family of three. Dad, a daughter, and a little boy. I should have put two-and-two together. Simon is such an idiot, he obviously wrote your name down wrong. I swear, that guy is stoned twenty-four hours a day.”

  I stood there, in stunned silence as I realized my friend's daughter, I reminded myself, was going to be teaching us how to surf. Yes, technically I'd signed up to learn alongside my kids, but the thought of Emma teaching me, and likely watching me suck at it, did something to my ego that I didn’t like.

  As soon as Zoey saw Emma, she rushed over, Zack right behind her.

  “Emma!”

  “Zoey-Bean!” Emma said, kneeling down to hug her. “Guess who's going to be teaching you two how to surf?”

  “You are?” Zoey was so excited, she could hardly contain herself. Her eyes were wide with joy and the smile on her face was brighter than the sun. “Daddy, did you know this?”

  “Nope, I'm as surprised as you are.”

  Something in my voice must have given away my unease because Emma stood up and addressed me.

  “If you're not comfortable with this, I understand.”

  “Oh no, the kids love you and trust you. So do I,” I said and meant it. “I think it's great. It's a really wonderful stroke of luck.”

  “The book said you're also signed up for lessons,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

  There was a smile on her lips and she was trying really hard to contain it.

  “Yeah, I think I might watch. At first,” I said. “Not sure surfing is really my thing.”

  “Oh, shut up,” she said, playfully punching me in the arm. “You're a natural athlete, you'll pick it up in no time flat. You're already in great shape, and have balance and coordination. You'd be easy to teach. Trust me. I am a professional after all.”

  The idea of failing in front of Emma was not something that appealed to me. I found myself feeling like I needed to be a macho guy around her; like I needed to impress her. It was irrational and I knew it, but it was there nonetheless.

  “Maybe another time,” I said. “I'd rather the kids start out and we'll go from there.”

  “You're the boss,” she said with a wink. “But just remember, I won't judge. Everyone has to start somewhere.”

  Yeah. Easier said than done though, when you're approaching middle-age and the instructor is an attractive twenty-something who you see on a regular basis.

  “Go on,” I said, waving her on. “Zoey is anxious to get started.”

  Emma walked toward the ocean, holding not her surfboard, but a bodyboard, and had each of my kids carry their smaller ones alongside her. She was teaching them the first rule of surfing – how to properly carry your board and taking care not to hit anyone with it on your way to the waves.

  I couldn't help but smile at how excited they were. Even as Zack looked back at me, I could tell he was already more comfortable learning to surf now that Emma was the one teaching him. I loved how good she was with the kids. She really took to them and they to her; they had an obviously natural connection.

  If only I could find a woman like her, maybe I could find love again. But I knew that Emma was special and there really weren't all that many women like her out there, especially women my own age. She had an intelligence and a way about her that defied her age that I didn't see in most of the women I'd gone out with. The fact that she was so much younger than me often blew my mind. Her parents were right about her – she was wise beyond her years.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  EMMA

  I knew why Marcus changed his mind and I couldn't help but roll my eyes, although, not in front of him, of course. He'd changed his mind about taking a lesson with me because of his oh-so-manly pride. Because to hi
m, I was probably always going to be that little girl next door, and God forbid I teach him something for a change.

  Men and their fragile little egos.

  He was sitting on the sand watching us, and I hoped to God he could see that I was no longer a little girl. I was a grown woman and this is what I did. I'd been surfing since I was his kids’ ages. My dad was a lover of the waves and had brought Riley and me out here often. Riley was never as interested as I was and never really took to it like I had. She preferred her track and field to surfing. I, on the other hand, was born for the waves and the sand. To me, there was nothing more amazing and magical than being on the water. Swimming, body boarding, surfing, paddle boarding, I'd do any of that before I'd run on a track or jump over hurdles. Put me in a kayak before you put me on a field. Surfing was in my bones and was what I was born to do.

  I started off by showing the kids how to body board, starting out slowly and getting them over their fear of the waves. Watching them getting into it made me smile. I'd never felt happier. It reinforced the idea that college was simply not for me. As I watched the kids splashing about, that much was clear.

  When we were finished for the day, Zoey asked me, “So when do we actually get to surf, Emma?”

  “In time. You have to work up to it. It's not nearly as easy as it looks,” I said. “But don't worry, you'll be surfing in no time. You're a natural.”

  “Maybe daddy could come out with us next time?” she asked, her dad walking up to us.

  “I just enjoy watching you learn,” he said.

  Silly man, I thought. Too afraid to make a mistake in front of me or his kids.

  “Are you scared, daddy?” little Zack asked him, staring up with wide eyes.

  That was a trick question right there. If he admitted he was scared, Zack might be more fearful too, and he was already a little scared of the water to begin with. That was why we'd stayed close to the shore and I'd stayed with him the entire time.

  “Not at all,” Marcus said.

  “Then why not join us?” Zoey piped in.

  “Because – ” he was trying hard to think of a logical reason.

  “Because you're scared. Admit it, daddy, you're scared,” Zoey said, laughing. “We're braver than daddy, Zack!”

  Zack just stared at his father, the fear growing in his own eyes. As he seemed to be contemplating the fact that his dad was scared, I could see him questioning whether or not he should keep trying. “Listen, buddy,” Marcus said, pulling his son close. “I'm not scared, I just think Emma has her hands full with the two of you.”

  “Not really,” I said and flashed him a mischievous smile to let him know I wasn't going to let him get away with his excuse. “I teach larger groups all the time. When I was in San Diego, I often did classes for companies, and – ”

  “I get the idea,” Marcus said, clearly dismayed that I hadn't aided and abetted his excuses.

  “So, you'll join us next time, daddy?” Zack asked.

  I could tell Marcus was stuck between a rock and a hard place of his own creation. I certainly wasn't about to give him an easy way out. I didn't know why I wanted to challenge his sense of masculine pride so badly, but I did. Maybe it was so that he'd realize I wasn't just some dumb little girl who lived next door to him. Maybe it was so he'd realize I was a grown up, that I had become someone he should trust and respect. Maybe then, he would look at me and see a woman he would want to spend time with. So, I just stood there, my hands on my hips, unable to keep the amused smile off my lips as I waited for a response.

  “Sure,” Marcus said, a lopsided grin on his face. “I suppose I have no choice, do I?”

  “Great! See you next Saturday then? Same time, same place?” I asked, a wide smile spreading across my face.

  “Yep, we'll see you then,” Marcus said. “Or rather, we'll probably see you before then, because you know – ”

  “I know,” I said with a wink. “You can't live without me.”

  ooo000ooo

  “You'll never guess who I'm giving surfing lessons to?” I asked my dad over dinner.

  “Who's that?” he said.

  “The Pratts,” I said brightly. “It's mostly Zoey and Zack, though. Their father is too chicken to join us right now, but I'm hoping to change that.”

  We were all sitting down for dinner, which was something I missed while I was away. Even Riley joined us for a change.

  “Yeah, he was asking about you yesterday,” Riley said.

  “He was?” I asked, an electric jolt shooting through me. “What about?”

  “I dunno. Didn't say,” she said with a shrug, picking at the salad in front of her.

  There was a look shared between my mother and father. Something had passed between them and it looked like disapproval of some sort. But disapproval of what? What was it they were thinking?

  “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing, dear,” my mother said.

  They remained quiet, but continued to shoot looks at one another as I proceeded to eat my dinner.

  Riley laughed suddenly, clapping her hands as if she'd just thought of the funniest thing in the world. My parents looked at her like she had indeed gone mad and I just cocked my head, wondering what she was thinking. Eventually, her laughter tapered off, though she still looked highly amused.

  “They think Marcus might be trying to get into your pants,” Riley chirped.

  I nearly choked on the piece of chicken I was chewing. “Wait, what?” I croaked, shooting a look at both of them. “Are you serious?”

  “Honey, it's just – ” my mom started to say, but then stopped, letting my father continue.

  “The way he looks at you sometimes is a little inappropriate,” my dad said. “It's almost like he's checking you out. I noticed it a little before you left for college, but didn't say anything at the time. But now that you're back, it's, well, even more so. And you are spending a lot of time together. ”

  “I babysit his kids,” I said. “And now I'm teaching them how to surf, which is a coincidence. Nothing more. He didn't know that I was an instructor down at the shop. When I walked up, he was as surprised to see me as I was to see him.”

  My parents shared a look that said they weren't sure about that and it infuriated me. Although, the news that even they'd picked on the idea that Marcus was checking me out sent a secret thrill through me.

  “Really? You've known Marcus for how long?” I asked, my voice filled with righteous indignation. “Has he ever tried anything with me?”

  “Has he?” my dad asked.

  “No,” I said, dropping my fork onto my plate with a clatter as I stared at him with wide eyes. “Never once. He's never been inappropriate with me. Never once. He's been nothing but a perfect gentleman.”

  Even though I wouldn't mind it if he did try something, I thought to myself.

  “Besides,” I added. “I'm not a kid anymore. If – and it's a big if – he ever expressed interest in me and I reciprocated, there's nothing wrong with that. I'm twenty-one years old now, in case you forgot.”

  “Honey, Marcus is a good man, for the most part – ”

  “For the most part?” I raised an eyebrow at my father. “He is a good man. A good father, a decent man, and a good person. Period.”

  “His past is a little sketchy, honey,” he said. “I know it was years ago, but he has a past you don't know anything about; a past I'd rather you not get caught up in.”

  “What past?” I scoffed. “He was married and his wife died in a drunk driving accident. I can't see how that could possibly be his fault. ”

  “She doesn't know, Dan,” my mom said, turning to my father. “She doesn't know about his drug problem.”

  Drugs? Really? That was shocking to me. Of all the people I would have guessed had a drug addiction, Marcus Pratt would have been the last. He lived in a beautiful, clean, and expensive home in Huntington Beach. He worked a boring financial job, had two kids. There was nothing about him that made me think drug addic
t. Not in a million years. I didn’t even know what to say. Surely, they had to be mistaken.

  “It's true,” my dad said softly. “It's why he never went pro. He played for UCLA and was actually on the verge of being drafted. You already knew that. But what you didn't know is that he was kicked off the football team for a positive drug test. It was one of many, actually. And later, he was arrested with cocaine in his possession. He has a record, and ever since his wife died, I've worried he might fall back into old habits. They say tragedy can make an addict go back to those things that once brought them comfort.”

  My jaw was on the floor. Marcus? No way. I wanted to deny it all on his behalf, tell them they were mistaken, but I guess I didn't really know Marcus all that well. I certainly didn't know what he did during his college years. And even so, even if he had a past like that, it was so long ago. He'd quite obviously cleaned up his act since then and was living a good, clean, respectable life.

  “So? Who hasn't done stupid shit in college?” I said. “I had so many opportunities to get into trouble in San Diego. My roommate was drunk almost every night. The things I saw – ”

  “Honey,” my dad said. “You don't understand. He's an addict, that doesn’t just go away. He will struggle with it every day for the rest of his life. It's fine for you to babysit, but I'm just saying, watch out. Don't do anything stupid. Don't get involved with him personally.”

  Suddenly, I'd lost my appetite and stood up from the table. “I left SDSU because I didn't want to be lured into that lifestyle,” I snapped. “I've never given you any reason to think I wasn't level-headed and mature enough to make my own choices. I'm not a child anymore.”

  With that, I left the dining room and went downstairs. I had no desire to be lectured about my involvement with Marcus, such as it was. There was no way we'd be together like that, but still, it was none of their business if we were. I had always made the right choices in life, unlike Riley, who got away with things I never even would have dreamed of trying to get away with. I'd always been on my best behavior growing up, and still was.