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I imagine placing my hands on those hips, feeling the soft skin peeking out above the waistband of the jeans hugging her curves. With her free hand Skylar takes her long brown hair and moves it over one shoulder, and the gesture takes me back to my night out a few months ago, to that girl who ran out like Cinderella at the stroke of midnight.
But she isn’t that girl, and as I switch back to the settings so that I can delete the nanny cam app, I mentally scold myself for thinking about Skylar in that way. I’m her employer and she is the most valued employee that I’ve ever had. I will not screw this up.
Chapter Sixteen
Skylar
“How do you feel today?”
“Same as I did yesterday…I feel like a whale.”
“You look great, Sienna. Seriously, you can barely tell you’re pregnant until you turn to the side.”
Garth calls out, “And then it’s like…Whoa!”
Thank the Lord Sienna laughs at this. My sister basically never gets mad at her husband.
I was just there visiting last weekend, but with her due date now less than three weeks away I’m checking in at least two times a day.
Some things will never change: I’m nervous, she’s not.
“We have an appointment tomorrow morning. I’ll call you if there’s any news.”
“Call me either way, news or no news.”
“I will. I love you, Sky.”
“Love you too.”
“Do you love me?”
“You know I do, Garth.”
I’m laughing as I end the call.
“Is the baby here yet?”
“Not yet, Olivia, but soon.” I lead her over to the wall calendar. “See where I circled the day here, on the twenty-fourth? That’s when the doctor thinks the baby will come. But the baby could come any day,” I tell her as I drag my finger over the days in between now and the due date.
Olivia puts her finger on the day where we drew a red heart. “I want the baby to come this day.”
“On Valentine’s Day? Yeah, that would be great, wouldn’t it?”
“Can I come see the baby?”
“I can ask your dad. I think he’ll say yes.” She’s smiling from ear to ear. “And Sienna and Garth would love to meet you.”
“I want a sister.”
“Remember what we talked about?”
She looks down into the sink where the pots and pans sit soaking in the suds. “Every family is different.”
“Yes, every familyisdifferent.”
She’s standing on a chair next to me, the both of us wearing rubber gloves. I smile thinking back to last week when Olivia ordered her father to wash the plate he’d just used, parroting my words:Good cooks have clean kitchens. I thought he was going to bust his gut laughing.
It’s good to see him laugh, like to the point where it makes me feel all warm and tingly. I still can’t say that I know him well, but I’ve collected bits and pieces of him along the way. In the very least I feel like I understand him a little better now.
