Monday, May 27, 2019

Haney Hayes Promotions Presents Navy SEAL Liaisons: Call Sign: Baby Daddy Bog Tour

Navy SEAL Liaisons
Call Sign: Baby Daddy 
By J. Haney & S.I. Hayes
Military Romance

To those who say War is Hell, I say, try being married to a person you don't even know. That's my dilemma. My name is Ozmond Zayne and after nearly fifteen years in the US Armed Forces, ten of them as a US Navy SEAL, I am about to face my greatest of foes. A wife and daughter.

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     I come downstairs to loud men, a cooing baby and whining pups. I’m in Oz’s PT pants and one of his long-sleeved shirts with my hair up in a towel. Yes, I’m swimming in his clothes but I’m warm. Everyone is in the living room except Beauty Queen. Of course, he’s last he would be- being the youngest of the men. 
    “Showing the baby all the attention and the pups none. You should be ashamed of yourselves. Diesel. Demon. Come.” I say heading for the kitchen.
    “With all due respect, those look more like appetizers than dogs.” I have to turn as I hear Beauty Queen’s voice behind me. He’s in Jeans and a tank, his micro- fro under a durag. 
    “Appetizers? You go right ahead. They’re good dogs right now because we let you in, but they’re trained and good at it too. If I do say so myself. Oz, your Beauty needs some training it seems.” I smile. “Anyone hungry?”
    “Oh-ho, pretty and lippy. You picked a right good one, for a baby mamma.” Beauty Queen retorts.      “Were we right thinking you needed some RNR from the wifey?”
Oz looks at him, then the other guys, before his eyes settle on me. “I love that you guys came out. God knows it couldn’t have been at a better time and my door is always open, so long as you’re polite and respectful of my family. The truth though? I couldn’t be happier here.”
    “C’mon, seriously?” Beauty Queen asks him.
    “Yeah.” Oz comes over to me. Wrapping his arms around me. “Taking this woman out was the best decision I ever made.”
    “You said something about food? Can I help?” Hiro asks, changing the subject.
    “No, go rest. You guys are always working. I can handle the cooking. Just need to see what we’ve got.”
    “Did I hear chickens clucking in the garage?” Mike asks. “I sure could go for a roaster.”
    “You touch my chickens and I will have to make you look like Airman Lucas on Mother’s Day.”
    All heads turn to Oz. “Come one come all! Let me regale you of the famous maiming of Mother’s day!” Oz waves everyone toward his den and away from my kitchen, and my chickens.

  Navy SEAL Liaisons Call Sign: Baby Daddy © 2019 J. Haney & S.I. Hayes
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    I leave the guys with the liquor cabinet in the den which in retrospect is probably not a great idea, but I do have my daughter, which is the smart play, to follow my nose to the kitchen. I find my beautiful and sexy wife fussing over a series of three propane stoves, each with something going.
    “What you working on? Need any help?” I ask from afar.
   “I’ve got a little of everything.” She laughs. “We’re having Thai sweet chili chicken, some Thai stir-fried noodles and veggies. Is that okay with you?” Savi asks not really looking at me but watching what she’s doing. She doesn’t usually cook on the stove top and using these is definitely outside her wheelhouse. I think the open flames make her nervous.
   “Sounds really good. Again, anything I can help with? Want me to set the table or something? Or should they just grab bowls and you’ll dish it out like at the mess?” I chuckle. “I could probably get you a durag from Beauty Queen and we could turn you into an honorary lunch lady.”
    “You looking to sleep with Saylor tonight? What do you want Oz?”
   “I’m not opposed to a night with Miss Cuddles-a-lot. But you’re right. I do want to talk to you.” I put Saylor down in one of the dozen or so swings strategically positioned around the house so that we can have privacy at a moment’s notice and she’s still in our line of sight. “So, you sorta know Mike, and you kinda know his wife, Maylynn right?”
   “Quit hem-hawing and spit it out SEAL.” Savi looks at me over her shoulder with a brow raise.
   “He’s convinced she’s been screwing around and the baby she’s having ain’t his. So he’s looking for a place to crash for a couple of days. Just till he can find a place to put his footlocker for good.” Savi has a look on her face that says she knows more than she lets on. “You know something, don’t you?” I touch her waist with a gentle squeeze.
   “It wasn’t my place to say anything and still isn’t. If he needs a place to stay we’ll move back upstairs and give him the room I had done up for dad when he was here.”
   “He’s good at taking orders, will make good use of himself. With all the damage here it’ll be good having the extra hands too.”
   “Are the others staying too? I don’t care, I just need to know so I can figure out where to put everyone. After I eat I’m going to see what was salvageable from the nursery.”
   “Yeah… I did that. The crib was totaled, for lack of a better term. The rest of the furniture was okay, except the mirror over the changing table got smashed, so that has to be replaced. I have to rent a shampooer for the rug, I don’t think ours will do the job, best to go with an industrial one, least if it breaks I won’t have to replace it. I’m pretty sure Little foot and Beauty Queen got people of their own… Somewhere.”
   “Says who?” Little foot’s voice wraps around the room.
   “Yeah? Says who?” There’s Beauty Queen. “If all the food around here tastes as good as it smells, set me up a cot in the chicken coop.”
   “Do I really need to warn you to stay away from my chickens again?” She looks sternly at Beauty Queen.
   “I was talking about bunkin’, not pluckin’.” He jerks his head back and forth like he’s Vogueing or some shit.
   “So three-four of you. This is going to be um- different.” Savi looks around. “Where’s the other one?”

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S.I. (Shannon) Hayes and J. (Jess) Haney have been writing together since 2016. They have a country/city relationship. Shannon is a New Englander Transplanted in Ohio, whereas Jess is a Kentucky Girl through and through. Their dynamics are something to be seen that's for sure! Come hang and bring a fresh pair of panties... You know, just in case.

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