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“Oh,” I say, stifling my own laugh. Cole holds out his arms for me to pick him up. I hesitantly pick him up and he holds on tight to me. I carry him over to his bookshelf and let him pick. He points and I pick up the book. “To Give A Mouse A Cookie,” I read the title. “Good choice.” I carry him back over to his toddler bed and put him down. “You have to lay down under the covers if I’m going to read to you,” I tell him.
He nods so I pull back the covers and he scoots under them, giggling when I draw them up to his chin. I lie down beside him and crack open the book. I begin to read and he snuggles against me. I stiffen at first and then relax. He giggles when I make funny voices for the characters and points at the pictures, naming various objects in them. By the time I make it to the end, he’s fast asleep and I close the book, easing out of the bed. Ryder’s gone and I hadn’t even noticed he left.
I ease out of the little boy’s room and close the door.
I find Ryder downstairs in the kitchen making a cup of coffee.
“You left,” I say. “Why?”
He shrugs and grabs a mug from a cabinet. “You didn’t need me. You’re a natural. I told you that you’d be a good mom.” He gives me a significant look as he pours his coffee.
I swallow thickly. “But that was only for a moment,” I argue. “This will be all the time.” I touch my stomach.
Ryder steps around the counter and pulls out a kitchen chair, taking a seat. I do the same. “I know it seems overwhelming, but trust me, once the baby is here you’ll forget all that.”
“I’ll be all alone,” I say, my voice cracking. “How can I do this by myself?”
“I did.” His voice is soft. “And look at Cole. He’s happy and healthy, and me? I’m good too.” He leans back in the chair and takes a sip of his coffee. “You will be too.”
The baby kicks and I smile, pressing my hand against the spot. “I think she’s telling me you’re right.” I laugh. Ryder smiles, looking at my stomach. “Do you … want to feel?” I ask hesitantly.
He looks surprised but his lips crook up into a smile. “Sure.” He holds out his hand and I take it, pressing against my stomach. She wiggles around so I move his hand to a different spot.
“Just wait,” I whisper, holding my hand over his.
She gives a good solid kick and Ryder’s breath catches. “Nothing else in the world compares to that feeling,” he says, looking up at me. She kicks again and he laughs. “She’s a strong one.”
“She is,” I agree and release his hand. He sits back and his hand falls away. “My friends want to throw me a baby shower.” I sigh.
He raises a brow. “And that’s a bad thing?”
I shrug. “I don’t really know anyone except the three of them. My mom said I should invite the people from Group. Do you think they’d be into that sort of thing?”
He shrugs and takes another sip of coffee. “I think some might.”
“Hmm,” I hum. “Maybe I should let them do it then. I’m the first one in our group of friends to have a baby.”
“You should definitely let them. Plus, a baby shower means diapers—and trust me, you’re going to need diapers. I’ll never understand how something so small can poop so much.”
I laugh. “I’ve always wondered that myself. There’s something else I wanted to ask you …” I hedge.
“Yes?” he prompts, lifting a brow.
“I need to start ordering the furniture for the nursery …” I wiggle around, uncomfortable in this conversation. “… and I was wondering if maybe you’d help put it together.”
“I can do that.”
He didn’t pause, or hesitate for even a millisecond when answering me.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Yeah, it’s not a big deal. It’ll be fun.”
“Fun?” I repeat in disbelief.
“You’ll be there, right?” he counters.
“Yes,” I say slowly, unsure where he’s going with this.
