you to go away.”
“I don’t want to talk about this. I want to talk about your little guy.”
She smiled. “It’s hard not to talk about him. He’s a ten on my scale. I love him, even though he rules my life with cries. I wouldn’t trade him for anything and I’m so blessed he’s healthy.”
“Text me a picture of him.”
“I have a million already. I might blow your phone up.”
“Good. I’ll print them out and plaster them all over my office.”
“Your own little Patrick worship station,” she joked.
“ It’s nice to hear you happy. You are, right?”
She stared down at her son. “ How could I not be?”
“Good. Now go make things right with Matt.”
The call disconnected. Patrick stirred in her arms.
“Hi, precious.”
His eyes opened and for a moment she thought he might smile. But then he did as he always did. He let out a soft wail of a cry.
“Mommy’s crybaby is hungry again.”
She carried him through the apartment to the kitchen, where she got a bottle ready. As the baby took it, she drifted into Matt’s bedroom. It was a total state of chaos with all the coming and going. And it looked like he needed laundry done ASAP. Maybe Patrick would be content in the bouncy seat and she could do something nice for Matt.
They were going to have to talk soon. Tom was right though ; in her mind things were progressing into a relationship, but Matt might not be on the same page. While he was affectionate, it wasn’t in a boyfriend way.
She set the bottle down on the dresser, propped Patrick on her shoulder, and patted his back. After a burp, she carried him out to the living room and strapped him into the bouncer.
“Mommy wants to wash some of daddy’s clothes. Think you can give me a five -minute break?”
Patrick stared up at the light on the ceiling and made a quizzical look. She took that as a yes and darted off toward Matt’s room and began gathering his laundry. She opened his bathroom door to see if he had clothes on the floor in there, when a photo caught her attention on the counter. She dropped the clothes to pick it up. It was an old photo of them, back when they first got t ogether and everything was new and fun. Matt had his lips pressed to her cheek and she was making a funny expression. It was cute and had always been one of his favorite pictures of the two of them. And he still had it. If it was out, he’d been looking at it recently.
Maybe there was hope.
* * *
“Hey, Matt,” Alyssa called.
Matt turned in the line he was waiting in and saw her waving at him.
The barista called his name then handed him the two coffees he’d ordered. He was exhausted but had a feeling Diane was much more tired than he was. So a coffee treat was in order before he went home.
“Hey,” he said as he walked over to Alyssa.
“How are things going?”
Besides his nights being sleepless from helping with the baby, he had no complaints. “Well.”
“Diane seems much more laid back.”
He smiled. That she did. Now that the baby was out, she was a little less hormonal.
“So, I was thinking. Let’s have a baby shower this weekend.”
“But he’s here.”
“And she never got to have one. I think it would be good, don’t you? We’ll get some of her friends to come and celebrate his arrival and bring goodies.”
Diane would probably like that…a lot. “I’ll check with her.”
Alyssa cleared her throat and chewed her lip. She had something she wanted to say but didn’t know how. He knew that look.
“Spit it out,” he said.
“I’m sorry.”
Wow, he ’d never heard those words from her, ever. “For?”
“You’re not a bad guy. Diane and I had a talk and we realized you were the easy target to blame.”
Was he asleep? He’d had this conversation a million times in his head.
“You and Diane are right for each other and I don’t want to stand in the way. I’ve forgiven you for our past and I want to see you two happy together.”
“Thanks. I , uh,
“I don’t want to talk about this. I want to talk about your little guy.”
She smiled. “It’s hard not to talk about him. He’s a ten on my scale. I love him, even though he rules my life with cries. I wouldn’t trade him for anything and I’m so blessed he’s healthy.”
“Text me a picture of him.”
“I have a million already. I might blow your phone up.”
“Good. I’ll print them out and plaster them all over my office.”
“Your own little Patrick worship station,” she joked.
“ It’s nice to hear you happy. You are, right?”
She stared down at her son. “ How could I not be?”
“Good. Now go make things right with Matt.”
The call disconnected. Patrick stirred in her arms.
“Hi, precious.”
His eyes opened and for a moment she thought he might smile. But then he did as he always did. He let out a soft wail of a cry.
“Mommy’s crybaby is hungry again.”
She carried him through the apartment to the kitchen, where she got a bottle ready. As the baby took it, she drifted into Matt’s bedroom. It was a total state of chaos with all the coming and going. And it looked like he needed laundry done ASAP. Maybe Patrick would be content in the bouncy seat and she could do something nice for Matt.
They were going to have to talk soon. Tom was right though ; in her mind things were progressing into a relationship, but Matt might not be on the same page. While he was affectionate, it wasn’t in a boyfriend way.
She set the bottle down on the dresser, propped Patrick on her shoulder, and patted his back. After a burp, she carried him out to the living room and strapped him into the bouncer.
“Mommy wants to wash some of daddy’s clothes. Think you can give me a five -minute break?”
Patrick stared up at the light on the ceiling and made a quizzical look. She took that as a yes and darted off toward Matt’s room and began gathering his laundry. She opened his bathroom door to see if he had clothes on the floor in there, when a photo caught her attention on the counter. She dropped the clothes to pick it up. It was an old photo of them, back when they first got t ogether and everything was new and fun. Matt had his lips pressed to her cheek and she was making a funny expression. It was cute and had always been one of his favorite pictures of the two of them. And he still had it. If it was out, he’d been looking at it recently.
Maybe there was hope.
* * *
“Hey, Matt,” Alyssa called.
Matt turned in the line he was waiting in and saw her waving at him.
The barista called his name then handed him the two coffees he’d ordered. He was exhausted but had a feeling Diane was much more tired than he was. So a coffee treat was in order before he went home.
“Hey,” he said as he walked over to Alyssa.
“How are things going?”
Besides his nights being sleepless from helping with the baby, he had no complaints. “Well.”
“Diane seems much more laid back.”
He smiled. That she did. Now that the baby was out, she was a little less hormonal.
“So, I was thinking. Let’s have a baby shower this weekend.”
“But he’s here.”
“And she never got to have one. I think it would be good, don’t you? We’ll get some of her friends to come and celebrate his arrival and bring goodies.”
Diane would probably like that…a lot. “I’ll check with her.”
Alyssa cleared her throat and chewed her lip. She had something she wanted to say but didn’t know how. He knew that look.
“Spit it out,” he said.
“I’m sorry.”
Wow, he ’d never heard those words from her, ever. “For?”
“You’re not a bad guy. Diane and I had a talk and we realized you were the easy target to blame.”
Was he asleep? He’d had this conversation a million times in his head.
“You and Diane are right for each other and I don’t want to stand in the way. I’ve forgiven you for our past and I want to see you two happy together.”
“Thanks. I , uh,
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