sorry,â Laura said softly.
For the first time since Allie died he admitted, âI am, too.â
âIs there any way to fix things?â
He didnât answer. Couldnât. âSo, about Saturday?â
Laura was kind enough to let him change the subject. âSure. I have a little less than a month until Bbog is bornââ
âBog?â he asked.
âBbog. Two Bâs. The night we found out we were pregnant, we referred to the baby as Baby-boy-or-girl. The next day, Jay sent me flowers and that was too long to fit on the floristâs card, so he abbreviated it to Bbog and after that, well, thatâs how we referred to the baby.â
âBbog. Itâs original,â he said diplomatically. âYou havenât tried to find out what it is?â
âNo. I want to be surprised. Jay wanted a girl, but I keep thinking itâs a boy.â She paused, then added, âAbout Saturday, thanks. Iâd appreciate your help.â
âOther than painting, what needs to be done?â
She sighed. âEverything.â
âAs in, put together the crib and set up the changing table everything?â
âYes. Iâve tried, over and over again, butâ¦â
Seth finished for her. âBut you expected Jay to be there helping you, and it hurt too much to do it on your own.â He got that. After Allie died, heâd had to take down everything theyâd put together. It had bothered him so much, heâd sold the house and moved into his apartment.
He glanced over and saw Lauraâs shocked face.
âYes, thatâs it. How did you know?â
âI was married once and my wife passed away.â He couldnât bring himself to mention the babies heâd lost, as well. Not with Laura so close to delivering her own. So, he simply said, âI get it, Laura.â
Heâd felt a connection to her. A connection he hadnât felt with anyone else. Seth suspected that his checking on Laura didnât have much to do with the chiefâs request, or even JT. He and Laura both understood loss in a way few people did.
âOh,â she said slowly. âOh, Seth, Iâm sorry that you get it.â
âMe, too. For both of us.â Needing to lighten the mood, he said, âSo, weâll make a party of it on Saturday? Enjoy ourselvesâ¦right?â
âYes. That would be nice.â
They drove the rest of the distance in companionable silence. Seth wished Laura would chatter about something, because otherwise he was left with thoughts of his parents and Allie.
His wife would be furious that he hadnât mended the rift with his parents. There were moments he so wanted to. He wanted to hug his mom, shake his dadâs hand and assure them both that it was fine, that he forgave them. He simply hadnât been able to bring himself to say the words.
Theyâd wanted him to wait to marry Allie, saying that they were both too young. But if heâd listened and waited, heâd have missed so much. Maybe marrying right out of high school wasnât normally the wisest thing, but he treasured every one of those minutes with her.
After sheâd died, his parentsâ words of sympathy had felt hollow. Every word of comfort they tried to offer, every gesture had set Sethâs teeth on edge because all he could do was remember that they hadnât wanted him to marry her. He tamped down that old anger and concentrated on the here and now.
Since his brother Zac had gotten married, heâd been around his family more than heâd been in years. Heâd made an uneasy truce with his parents for his brotherâs sake.
It wasnât the same relationship theyâd once had, but it was a relationship. That would have to do.
CHAPTER THREE
L AURA LOVED HER SMALL house within walking distance to the school. When sheâd bought it three years ago, sheâd enjoyed decorating and arranging everything. It was