The girls begin to giggle at my mouth hanging open. They must think that soaking the two of us was something good because the laughter doesn’t stop.
I understand that kids make mistakes, but this is honestly not what I need right now. I’m pregnant with baby hormones swimming through me. Not only that, but Derek is also f*****g sexy as I stare at him, making it hard to pull away.
“Now, which one of you did that?” Derek asks. He crosses his arms. “You both know that Miss Esme and I weren’t your intended targets. The plates were!”
The little girls look at one another like we just told them a complicated math equation. “It was an accident, Daddy,” Bea insists, giving a pouty lip and sad eyes. “We didn’t mean to.”
He raises a brow. “Are you sure that’s true?
