Katie Ashley - The Pairing

Inwardly, he groaned. He wanted, no he needed , a moment alone to process his thoughts. Everything had been so overwhelming—being outside his usual world, meeting all of Aidan’s family, and then having the prospect of Megan thrown in as well.

Awkwardly, he stood around as a photographer came forward and proceeded to take several pictures of Aidan, Emma, and Noah. Then it was just Aidan and Noah or Emma and Noah. “Okay, I need the godparents now.”

Pesh smoothed down his tie and allowed the photographer to pose him in the group shot. After they finished with the four of them, Noah was handed to Megan for pictures with just the godparents. As the photographer pushed Megan closer against Pesh’s chest, he glanced down at her. Her reassuring smile caused his heartbeat to accelerate. For the first time, he noticed the sweet aroma of her hair as the long, blonde strands brushed against him. He could also make out the alluring scent of her perfume. He liked the feel of her against him a little too much. It made him want to draw her into his embrace…maybe do other things that he shouldn’t be thinking when he was in a church.

Glancing over her shoulder at him, she joked, “Jeez, you’re like a giant standing next to me.”

“Am I?” He hadn’t noticed the differences in their heights—he’d been focusing on her too much.

She laughed. “Just a little bit. Of course, it doesn’t take much for someone to make me look short.”

“You look perfect to me,” he said sincerely.

Craning her neck back to look at him, she gave him a teasing grin. “Do I? Are you flirting with me, Dr. Nadeen?”

He stared down at his feet, trying to avoid the heat of her stare. He tried to hide the red flush he felt entering his cheeks. “Okay, now just with the godmother,” the photographer ordered.

Reluctantly, Pesh stepped away from Megan. As the flashes went off, snapping hers and Noah’s picture, he kept his gaze on her. As she focused on the camera, Megan’s blue eyes sparkled as she stretched her face into a wide grin. Noah’s tiny fingers wrapped around some of the strands of her hair, causing Megan to yelp in pain. “Easy now. I gotta keep that,” she said to Noah.

“Okay, that should get it,” the photographer said.

“Here godfather, it’s your turn,” Megan said, as she handed Noah to him.

By now, Noah was tired of being held and tired of being ensconced in yards of lace. He peered up at Pesh before howling. “I’m sorry, little guy,” he cooed, trying to bounce Noah in his arms.

As Noah continued to cry, Pesh looked apologetically at the photographer. Just before he was ready to give up, Megan came up and started clapping her hands and making noises at Noah. The baby instantly stopped crying. “That’s right, Noah. Give me a smile,” Megan urged, as she backed up to stand by the photographer. She continued making the noises, and she even resorted to flashing one of the strands of her hair at him. Finally, Noah’s quivering lips broke into a grin.

“There we go,” the photographer said. Pesh quickly plastered a smile on his face. After several flashes went off, the photographer put down his camera. “Got it.”

Both Noah and Pesh sighed in relief. Gazing down at him, Pesh asked, “Bet you’re ready to get home and get out of that dress, huh?”

“It’s a gown, not a dress,” Megan countered with a smile.

He laughed. “Regardless of what it’s called, I don’t think he likes it very much.”

Megan brought some of the lace between her fingers. “Probably a little itchy for him.”

“Did your son wear this gown?”

“No, this is Aidan’s gown. Mason wore my mother’s, which my brothers and I also wore.”

“I see.”

“In your culture do they do anything special like this for a baby?”

Pesh nodded. “We have the Namakaran, or naming ceremony. It’s sometimes held in a temple. And like this, it’s all about offering blessings to the child—family and friends coming together in support of the new baby.”

“I like it.”

They were momentarily interrupted by Aidan and Emma walking up. Noah immediately reached out for Emma. “Such a mama’s boy,” Aidan muttered, which earned him a glare from Emma. He merely winked at her in response before starting down the aisle.

Pesh saw Megan’s mother beckoning her with a wave. “Guess you need to go,” he said.

“But I’ll see you at Aidan and Emma’s, right?” she asked.

He swallowed hard. “Um, yes, I’ll be there.”

“Good,” she replied, with an alluring smile. She gave him a small wave before walking off to join her parents.

Shaking his head, he mumbled, “This is trouble.”

When Megan arrived with her parents at Aidan and Emma’s, she was surprised to see a catering truck outside in the driveway. Her surprise continued once she got inside the house. Gazing out into the backyard, she saw where tables were set up alongside the pool. The tables were adorned with blue and white tablecloths and glittering blue and white centerpieces.

A low whistle behind her got Megan’s attention. Turning around, she saw Casey shaking her head. “Wow, this is one epic baptism party,” she remarked.

“It’s impressive. That’s for sure,” Megan agreed.

As Emma breezed into the kitchen with Noah in a more comfortable outfit, Casey cocked her head. “So, I was just wondering where the ice sculptures were?”

Pink tinged Emma’s cheeks. “I kinda got carried away. With me not working anymore, the old marketing and PR side of me let loose. And with my connections, I was able to get everything ridiculously discounted.”

Megan smiled. “Everything looks wonderful. You waited so long to have a baby that it makes sense you might go a little overboard.”

Emma wrinkled her nose. “I never wanted to be one of those moms who threw the over-the-top parties.”

While Casey started to open her mouth, Megan smacked her playfully. “It’s just catered in food, right?”

Emma nodded. “They did the tables, too.”

“Then I think you’re safe from being a Momzilla Party Monster…for now.”

Casey laughed. “I’ll anxiously be awaiting Noah’s first birthday party.”

With a scowl, Emma mumbled, “Whatever.”

Realizing she didn’t see Mason, Megan quickly excused herself and went outside. She didn’t like the idea of him being close to the pool. Even with everyone around, it was still too dangerous for her liking. Just as her chest started to tighten, she saw him on her papa’s lap. The two of them sat at one of the tables underneath the shade of a massive umbrella. Several of her other younger cousins sat around them, playing on their PSPs and other hand-held devices. “Everything okay?” she asked.

“We’re fine, honey,” Papa replied.

“Let me know if he gets to be too much.”

Cocking his head, Papa demanded, “Are you trying to say I’m old or something?”

“No, not at all. He’s a handful even for me.”

He waved her away with a hand gnarled with age and time. “Go on and enjoy yourself. I’ll keep an eye on Mason.”

She smiled and leaned down to kiss his weathered cheek. “Thanks, Papa.”

He returned her smile. “You know, while you’re enjoying yourself, you might go spend a little time with the godfather.”

Megan’s eyes widened. Was he trying to set her up with Pesh like he had with Emma? He gave her a knowing look. “Be good for both of you.”

“Um, okay. Whatever, Papa,” she murmured, before she turned away. Although she hated to admit it, she had been looking forward to talking to Pesh again. She had tried to kid herself that she hadn’t secretly been searching the crowd for him when she was taking in all of Emma’s decorations. When she did finally catch sight of him, her traitorous heart skipped a beat. She didn’t mind if her body gave a reaction, but it pissed her off that her heart was affected by him as well.