if you’ll go with me to pick out an SUV. I’m thinking the ’vette should be for date night with my favorite girl or something,” Brody said.
“Why, Brody Gillis, I may start to believe you are indeed a family man,” Marie teased.
He bent down to kiss her. “Believe it, sugar lips. See you later tonight.
We’ve got a lot to discuss.”
“I feel like Chinese food and some of those little sugar rolls,” Marie said.
“Well, that might change by tonight. So we’ll wait and see before making reservations,” Brody hinted.
She winked, and then said impulsively, “I’m glad you’re with me, Brody. I’m so happy we get to share a child together.”
“Me too, babe, me too,” he said and kissed her again through the open car window. “Now buckle up and drive safe. Call me when you get back to the hospital so I know you made it okay.” She saluted. “Sir, yes, sir!”
Brody watched her drive away with new determination in his heart. He was going to marry Marie Watson and they were going to be a family. Her words sealed his decision. He loved her with his entire being. He never thought he would feel that way about anyone, but here he was in love and happier than he ever remembered being. Life was grand.
Marie got out of her car the best she could. Her growing stomach was starting to make it an uncomfortably tight drive in her Acura. But each day that she felt the movements of her son inside her body and knowing he was healthy made it all worthwhile. Today was Ivy’s last day—doctor’s orders—until after she gave birth. Marie wanted to work as long as she could, but she knew in another eight weeks she would be out on maternity leave as well. Today an impromptu baby shower had been planned for both of them in the nurses’ lounge after their shift was over. They planned it early when they knew that Ivy would be gone for a few months and Marie was leaving the next few weeks. Their co-workers and the doctors thought she and Ivy had no idea, but that cat had been let out of the bag about a week before. They both practiced their surprised faces on each other beforehand and died laughing.
Marie walked through the doors as they whooshed open and the warmth of the air welcomed her. She was waiting for the warmer temperatures to make their way to the East Coast. Marie’s dream was to move somewhere where it was warm all year round. She wasn’t built for the cold. She walked up to the desk where Ivy was working on a chart.
Her baby bump was barely noticeable beneath her scrubs. They would have their babies only a couple months apart—Marie was due near the end of June and Ivy around the beginning of September. It was one of the reasons she thought moving away wasn’t a good idea. They wanted their children to grow up together.
“I can see the bump,” Marie sing-songed.
“Yeah, like yours isn’t noticeable at all,” Ivy replied and they grinned at each other. “What’s the verdict?”
“Boy,” Marie replied and they squealed.
“Oh, my goodness, you guys have to pick a name,” Ivy gushed. “Two boys could be best friends or maybe I’ll have a girl and they’ll get married.”
“If they could just hear us now, Rafe and Brody would be rolling their eyes,” Marie said.
“Was he excited?” Ivy asked.
“I thought he was going to start roaring and thumping his chest it swelled so much.” Marie stowed her thick coat and put her bag away. “I think he is going to be a really good dad… I’m thinking about asking him to move in with me.”
Ivy looked at her in surprise. “That’s a big step.”
“Why? Don’t you think I should do it?” Marie asked in alarm. She trusted Ivy’s judgment and she was already feeling insecure about the whole thing as soon as the idea popped into her head.
“Oh, no, no!” Ivy said hurriedly. “That’s not what I meant. As far as this whole situation, I think Brody has been amazing and my thoughts of him being a playboy were obviously wrong. I