some place to go. But I think you’ll find Mom a great hostess. She’ll love you and your baby, just like a real grandmother.”
“I don’t understand why. I’m not sure my mother would even acknowledge my baby’s birth if we lived next door. My father has a new family and doesn’t even know I’m having a baby. Why would your mother care?”
“Because you’re lovable, Lucy,” John said slowly. “Your husband may not have noticed, because he was too wrapped up in his own feelings, or your parents, but I see a gentle, kind young woman who is going to make a wonderful mother.”
His compliment elicited a blush that gave a glow to her cheeks. Her eyes looked down to her lap as she said, “Th-thank you, John.”
Before he revealed too much of his sudden feelings for her, he changed approaches. “You know, in reality, you’re going to be doing me and Dad a favor.”
“I am?”
“Yeah, but you’ve got to promise not to tell Mom.”
“Why? What are you talking about, John?”
“Mom had major surgery last year. Dad and I have been wanting her to slow down. We tried to get her to hire a housekeeper, but she refused. But with you there, maybe you can help her with some of her jobs taking care of the house. Not a lot. I know you’ve got Emma, but a little help would be nice. We’d just like to know that Mom is relaxing a little bit. Enjoying life more.”
From the relaxed set of her shoulders John could see Lucy’s tension evaporate. Her eyes nearly sparkled now when she spoke. “Of course! I’ll be glad to help her. I’ve been wondering what I can do to repay her for all her kindness.”
“Just remember, you can’t tell Mom what you’re doing. She’d be furious with us if she knew.”
“Of course not, but I’ll be glad to help out.”
“Thanks, Lucy. That will make a difference in Mom’s life. She can rock Emma some, too. She’s been wanting a baby to cuddle for a long time.”
Lucy turned to look at her sleeping baby. “Emma will be glad to volunteer for some cuddling. I think cuddling is a good thing.”
“I think so, too,” he said with a smile. And he knew just who he’d like to cuddle—the beautiful woman beside him.
After a few minutes John came to a stop outside his parents’ house.
“This is nice, and quite large,” Lucy said as she surveyed the ranch house.
“Yeah. That’s why we think Mom needs some help.” He knew his parents’ house was large. And it was true that his father had tried to hire some help, but his mom had refused.
He came around the truck and opened the door. Then he reached up for Lucy, lifting her up and out of the seat. He held her gently, liking the feel of her in his arms.
“John…You can set me down now.”
He realized then that he still held her. Slowly he set her on her feet, turned away and retrieved Emma. He gave the baby to her mother.
“Are your parents home?”
“Yeah. Mom should come running out at any moment.” Even as he finished speaking, he saw the back door open and his mother emerge.
She ran excitedly to Lucy and hugged her and the baby. “I’m so glad you’re here. Come in and see what I’ve set up for Emma. You may want to change it, but it’ll give her a place to sleep peacefully right now.”
Lucy went with Camille, as if she had a choice, but she seemed happy to go with his mother. John followed along behind, smiling at the picture the three of them made. He wanted to see Lucy when she discovered the room his mother had made up for her. And the small room next door, that had been a catchall for things for years, had been cleaned out and filled with a crib, a little chest and changing table for Emma.
Under his mother’s instructions, he’d helped change the room into a small sanctuary for the baby.
Camille led the way to Lucy’s bedroom, then stepped aside for Lucy to enter first.
“Oh, Mrs. Randall, it’s beautiful. I never dreamed of anything like this.”
“It’s my daughter Melissa’s old