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“You know Mom would be all about this, right? I mean, she texts me daily trying to get me to bring you home.”
“I know. I get all the texts too, Sparky.” And the guilt ate at me again as I went over to check on bean for the fiftieth time. Part of me wanted to go home and let my mom take over.
Some days, alargepart.
A full night of sleep sounded amazing. Someone else walking the floor at three in the morning to get a fussy baby to sleep.
A shower that lasted more than three minutes.
So many things I took for granted. But I loved this job, and I knew it was exactly where I was supposed to be.
The Mason Jar was exactly what I’d been looking for.
And the owner, you hussy?
I ignored that extra voice. I’d been avoiding Mason since the almost kiss in the storage room. There was enough to do on my never-ending checklist for the party that I’d been too busy to think about it.
Much.
It seemed like I didn’t even remember what a kiss was like. After Pierre, I’d shut down. Then I’d found out about bean and dating had been the furthest thing from my mind.
That had to be why I’d almost kissed Mason.
Or he’d almost kissed me.
He’d been the smart one and stopped it. I guarantee one hundred percent I would have kissed him if he’d leaned in a little farther.
Ugh.
So much for becoming a mom making me smarter—or more logical.
I stroked my finger over her pink cheek. She was sleeping perfectly as per usual in the daytime. Nighttime? Not so much.
I checked the monitor to make sure it was working, then I stopped in the bathroom for one last pump to get me through at least the next few hours. I glanced in the mirror and swore.
I still had the stupid strips under my eyes to stop them from looking so puffy.
“Way to go, Emmaline,” I muttered.
I peeled them off and added a little blush and a swipe of mascara. It was going to be in the 80s today, but at least that meant there would be no rain.
A little more deodorant probably wouldn’t hurt.
Ten minutes later, I’d deposited a fifth bottle in the fridge and managed to get out the door without checking on Adriana. Mostly because I didn’t want to wake her up, not because I didn’t want to pick her up and hold her tight.
Since I was baby-free, I was able to pick up the flowers from Brooks Greenery on my way. I parked with the hatch closest to the door and met Alan at the door.
“Hi!”
“Oh, Emma. I was hoping I’d have all the buckets outside before you got here.”
“I wanted to help out. You shouldn’t have to haul them on your own.”
“And you shouldn’t be picking them up anyway.”
“Oh, not you too. I’ve been doing Pilates every day.” I patted my lower stomach, which was tightening up, thank God. I’d started doing the pelvic floor exercises as soon as I could. Not only for getting my body back into shape, but it was super annoying not to be able to lift more than a ten-pound baby.
“Yes, well, I’m under strict orders from Mason and Jared.”
