my home as a beautiful Victorian. Basically yours. I mentioned my Darling Husband.”
“You could have a darling husband. Trav—”
“Yes. I definitely want him as Darling Husband and—”
Maggie clapped her hands. “I knew it! I bet Jorge you two would marry before Bryce turned one.” She beamed.
Daisy forced a smile. She had to let Maggie believe they were getting married. The fewer people who knew it was a fake marriage, the better.
Daisy continued. “I also said I had a Baby Delight. You know, a sweet, not screaming kind of baby that smiles a lot and makes you feel like the best mom ever just by existing.”
Maggie grinned. “So not Bryce.”
“Not Bryce.”
Maggie spread her arms wide. “So you embellished a bit. Nothing wrong with that. Creative license, I say.”
Daisy grimaced. “Just one problem. Mornings with Jessica is coming to interview me at my fake house with my fake family on Friday.”
“ Mornings with Jessica! I love that show. Jessica has the most fascinating people on. Yesterday she did a segment with Daniel Craig for his new movie. He is so dreamy. Have you seen him as James Bond?” She raised a brow and fixed her with a smoldering look. “Bond. James Bond.”
Maggie’s completely missing the point here.
“Uh, no. I—”
“I wonder if Jorge has a tux.” She tapped her finger on her chin. “We’d have to rent an Aston Martin.”
Daisy had more urgent concerns than role-playing; well, actually, that was her main concern. The role of a lifetime.
“I have to ask you something really important,” Daisy said. “Can I borrow your house for the show on Friday morning?”
“Absolutely! How fun! This is so exciting!”
“It is exciting, but…” Daisy took a deep breath. “Do you think maybe it’s wrong to pretend?”
“Nah. You have a baby and Trav already. Who cares if you’re just visiting my house for the interview? It’s no different than being on a TV set. Those backdrops are all fake too, you know.”
“I guess,” Daisy said slowly.
“Go big or go home, that’s what I say. Can I stay and meet Jessica?”
“Of course. Actually I was hoping you and Jorge might babysit Bryce upstairs while I’m being interviewed. I sorta made him sound like a sweet baby on the blog, and, well, you know how he can be.”
“The boy loves motion, that’s all. Once he’s walking, he’ll be much happier, mark my words.”
Daisy suddenly realized parenting him when he was mobile would require a whole new level of vigilance. “This parenting thing doesn’t get any easier, does it?”
“You love ’em, and then they leave you. That’s the harsh truth. But, ooh-boy”—she slapped her knee—“what a trip!”
Daisy thought about the hell she put her parents through, especially as a teenager, and the bad-boy rep that Trav had as a teenager. They were in for it.
Maggie shook her head. “It’s about time you and Trav got married. It’s not like you’re buying a pig in a poke. You’ve already had a taste of the bacon.” She winked.
“We-well,” Daisy sputtered. She really didn’t want to talk about Trav’s bacon with his grandmother.
“What?”
“We’re happy.”
Maggie smiled widely. “I’m glad.”
Even if we don’t love each other. We can pretend.
Maggie patted Daisy’s knee. “Welcome to the family! In an official legal sense, since you’ve been family the minute you gave birth to Bryce.”
Daisy’s throat tightened. Maggie had treated her like family right from the beginning. Guilt stabbed at her for deceiving Maggie with a fake marriage at the same time as relief washed through her that Maggie was helping her out.
“Awww…thank you,” Daisy said. “I appreciate it.”
She hoped Trav would be as understanding.
~ ~ ~
Trav knew something was up when he got the unexpected call from Daisy. “Hey, Trav, can you stop by on my break at Garner’s? Around seven? I’ll save some meatloaf for you.”
Of course he’d said yes, no
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