Change of Heart (15 page)

“She's got long fingers,” I said in awe.

“Yeah,” Ani said, resting her hand on my knee. “She's got a birthmark too; did you see it?”

I looked Arielle over and finally noticed where her skin was slightly darker from just above her belly button to right below her sternum.

“It looks like Florida,” I said stupidly.

“Yeah, kind of,” Ani said with a chuckle.

My mom started walking toward us then, and all of a sudden, I felt extremely self-conscious. I wrapped Arielle tightly back up with trembling hands and lifted her to my chest.

“Can I have a turn?” Mom asked teasingly.

I wanted to tell her no.

“Sure,” I said, taking one more close look at the baby. Her eyes were blinking open and closed, and my heart thudded hard in my chest. “Here you go.”

Mom took Arielle and started cooing as I grabbed Ani by the back of the neck without a word and kissed her forehead. Then I walked away.

“Keys?” I asked my dad, barely able to get the word out. He nodded and tossed me his truck keys, and I got the fuck out of there.

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he papers were signed and notarized.

I was a mom.

I tried not to act giddy as I sat across from Bethy in her hospital room while she waited for our mom to pick her up. Arielle was sleeping in a bright pink car seat that Liz had brought me that morning, ready to go, but I couldn't bear to leave Bethy all alone on a floor filled with crying babies.

“Do you think you could send me updates?” Bethy asked, watching Arielle sleep. “Not, like, all the time or anything, but once in a while?”

I chewed the inside of my cheek.

Our mother should be there. She should be comforting my little sister in a way that I couldn't. I didn't know her well enough to play the big sister card. Anything that came out of my mouth would sound false.

“Sure,” I replied, nodding my head.

“I won't bug you or anything.”

“It's fine, Beth,” I said gently.

“Okay,” she breathed, nodding her head. “Okay.”

The door to her room opened, and I glanced up to find Marcus and Richard walking into the room.

“Hey,” Marcus said quietly, going straight to Bethy. “I called your mom and told her we were picking you up.”

“You can stay with us for a few days, if you want,” Richard said in his rumbly voice, “let Sue spoil you a bit.”

Bethy's eyes filled with tears as Marcus's arm wrapped around her shoulders. “Thanks,” she whispered.

Her eyes came to me, and I couldn't stop myself from climbing to my feet and crossing the room, wrapping my arms gently around her waist. “Take care of yourself, little sister,” I said into her ear, smoothing my hand down her corkscrew curls. “You're going to do big things, Bethy. I know it doesn't feel like it now, but you're going to be an incredible woman.”

She sobbed once and dropped her head to my shoulder.

“Let me know how you're doing and kiss the boys for me?”

“Sure.”

She pulled away and let Marcus lead her out of the room.

“Thanks for taking care of her,” I said to Richard as the door swung closed behind them.

“We've been taking care of Bethy for years,” he said darkly. “And we'll keep doing it until she doesn't need us anymore.”

My throat tightened as I nodded. I'd had no idea that Marcus and Bethy had been friends for so long, but I was glad for it. They weren't just a couple of kids that screwed up. They loved each other. Maybe it wasn't adult love—there was no way they were mature enough for that yet—but their friendship obviously ran deep.

God, my mother was a piece of fucking work. The entire time Bethy had been in labor she'd played on her phone and napped. Fucking napped, like her fifteen-year-old-daughter wasn't writhing on the bed and bawling her eyes out. She was such a piece of shit.

I shook my head and picked up the bag I'd packed for Arielle.

“Just you and me, princess,” I said quietly, lifting up the car seat.

As I left the room, I caught sight of Marcus and Richard leading the way out the front doors, a nurse pushing Bethy in a wheelchair behind them. I stopped in the door and waited for them to leave before I walked into the corridor.

“Ready?” Aunt Ellie called, waving her hands excitedly.

“All set,” I answered with a smile as Liz took Arielle's bag from me.

All the guys had left the night before, but I didn't blame them. Someone had to keep the company running while I was out on maternity leave, and they'd already stayed all night waiting for Arielle to be born. Ellie and Liz refused to go though—they wanted to ride home with me and Arielle.

As I climbed in the back of my Toyota, clicking Arielle's car seat into the base that someone had already tightened into the middle seat, I couldn't stop the giddy laugh that left me, startling the baby before she drifted back off to sleep.

I was a mom. I had a daughter.

Those might have been the most beautiful words in the English language.

“This is where we live,” I cooed, pulling Arielle out of her car seat. “It's not much, but by the time you're old enough to notice, it'll be much nicer.”

Liz came in behind me, laughing at my speech.

“Well, it's true,” I said ruefully, walking farther into the house.

“Your house is fine,” Liz assured me. “When we had Katie, we were living in a crappy old single-wide trailer while we waited for the house to be built. Babies don't care where you live as long as they're warm and clean and fed.”

“You care, don't you?” I asked Arielle as she slept through our conversation. “Let's go see your room.”

I walked down the hall while Liz and Ellie groaned about sore muscles from sitting in the car for so long. What should have been a four-hour trip turned into close to six hours thanks to traffic and my little princess. I wouldn't be driving back to Seattle anytime in the near future. I didn't know how Kate and Shane had driven all the way to San Diego when Iris was a newborn.

“This is your—Mom!” I yelled, my eyes almost popping out of my head. “Come here!”

“What's up?” she asked, running down the hallway. When she got a good look at the room, she gasped.

The walls were still light green and the wood floors were still gleaming in the sun coming through the window, but the room looked nothing like I'd left it.

Underneath the crib was a large pink and purple woven rug. The white sheet that I'd left on the mattress was gone, replaced by a pink one with little hearts all over it. There was a large pink wooden
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hanging on one wall and a princess crown on another. In the corner, a short curtain rod had been hung about waist high, and hanging from it were a bunch of pink and purple and yellow frilly dresses that I couldn't imagine Arielle ever wearing comfortably.

The entire room clashed horribly.

I loved it.

“What in the world?” Ellie asked, pushing past Liz and me so she could walk into the room.

“Little girls should have girl rooms,” Liz read, picking up a note on the top of Arielle's dresser—the dresser that now had pink crystal knobs on it instead of the white ones it had come with. “Welcome, Arielle. Love Papa, Uncle Mike, Uncle Trevor, and Uncle Bram.”

I smiled as my eyes filled with tears.

“Well, calling him Uncle Bram probably isn't the best idea,” Ellie said, snickering. “That'll make things awkward when she gets to grade school.”

Liz laughed, and just like that, my tears dried up.

“You do realize, this is why we kept it a secret?” I bitched, walking toward the changing table and laying Arielle on the top. “We knew you'd never let it go.”

“What's there to let go?” Liz asked, reaching down to pick up a package of diapers and tearing it open.

“We're not together.”

“For now,” Ellie said, flitting around the bedroom.

“Forever,” I argued, unbuttoning Arielle's little pajamas.

“He won't be able to hold out that long,” Liz murmured, handing me a diaper.

“Well who says I want him back?” I asked stubbornly, changing Arielle. “He made his choice.”

“Bullshit,” Ellie mumbled.

“Language,” Liz scolded her sister.

“Arielle doesn't mind, do you, sweet girl?” Ellie cooed, making me laugh as Arielle made a weird grunting noise.

“I can't believe she's really here,” I murmured as I picked her up, cuddling her against my chest.

“You've gotta sleep at some point,” I told Arielle a week later, walking around my living room for the forty-fifth time that morning. “I mean, people can't live without sleep. At some point you won't be able to fight it any longer.”

I'd been up since two in the morning, rocking and feeding and changing Arielle, but nothing seemed to be working. I'd even laid her down in her bassinet thinking that she could just be awake for a while on her own while I fell asleep, but the minute I'd set her down, she started squawking like a chicken, and I'd had to pick her back up.

I'd learned in the first couple of days that my girl liked to be skin to skin, so we were both stripped from the waist up as I carried her around the living room, a small blanket wrapped over her back.

“Hey, you awake?” Bram called from the front door, making me freeze.

“Uh.” I looked wildly around me, but couldn't find anything to cover up. My hair was wild around my head, and I was in nothing but a bra and pajama shorts.
Shit.

“I used my key in case you were sleep—” Bram's eyes widened as he caught sight of Arielle and me. “I brought breakfast.”

I should have known someone would be by. Everyone had been taking turns bringing me meals since I'd brought Arielle home. But I was so tired that I'd completely forgotten.

“Whatcha doing?” Bram asked, grinning.

“She likes to be skin on skin,” I answered, starting another lap around the room when Arielle began to squawk.

“She sounds like a bird,” Bram mused.

“Yeah, a loud bird.”

“You need some help?”

“I've got it,” I said, rubbing my hand up and down her little back. “We're fine.”

“You look tired.”

“Is that your way of saying I look like shit?”

“No.” Bram drew the word out as he pulled off his flannel. “It's my way of saying you look tired.”

“She's been up since two,” I confessed, making Bram wince.

“And she's all fed and changed?”

“Of course,” I replied irritably. I could take care of my own daughter. I didn't need him to help, I was doing fine on my—“What?” I asked as Bram pulled his T-shirt over his head and came toward me.

“Hand her over,” he ordered, wiggling his fingers at me.

I let him take Arielle and cradle her against his chest with one arm.

“Sit down,” he said quietly, nodding at the couch.

I stumbled over and dropped down heavily, watching him in disbelief as he came toward me and pulled my throw blanket from the back cushions over my shoulders.

“Rest.”

“You don't have to—”

“It's fine, Ani. I've got nothing going on. Lie down and rest for a little bit. We'll be right here.”

“If you're sure,” I replied, my eyes already drooping.

“Well, I'm already topless so it's a little late to change my mind,” he said teasingly before turning away.

I closed my eyes as he started humming a song I didn't recognize, and fell asleep to his steady footsteps circling the living room over and over again.

When I woke up a couple hours later, Bram and Arielle weren't in the living room anymore, but I could hear him humming quietly in the kitchen. I tiptoed to the bathroom to pee and grimaced when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Nasty.
My hair was sticking out in all directions, and I was pretty sure I hadn't brushed my teeth in two days.

I took care of business, then wet down my hair and brushed my teeth, making myself feel slightly less like a hobo when I pulled a T-shirt over my head. I glanced down at my sleep shorts and decided against changing. They were comfortable, and I wasn't leaving the house anyway.

When I got to the kitchen, my jaw dropped. Bram was sitting at the kitchen table working on some sort of paperwork with Arielle in a sling across his chest.

My sling.

The one with the floral print that I hated but accepted with a smile when Ellie had bought it for me on our shopping trip.

“What are you doing?” I asked incredulously, pausing Bram's quiet humming.

“Getting some work done,” he said simply, running his gaze from my head to my toes. “You look better.”

“You look like a jackass,” I said with a snicker.

“Ah, there's the Ani I know. I thought you were going soft on me.”

“Not likely.” I took a few steps forward. “You have to be careful with those slings,” I blurted, taking a couple steps forward. “If you don't put her in there right, it's hard for her to breathe and—”

“She's fine,” he assured me, pulling back the fabric so I could see Arielle's sleeping face. “I can feel her breathing, and I watched a couple YouTube videos before I put her in it.”

“Oh, so that makes you an expert?” I asked, fidgeting.

This was new. This overwhelming need to protect someone. I was protective of my nieces and nephews, and of the Evans and Harris families, but this feeling went so much deeper than that. It was overwhelming and almost feral in its intensity.

“I'd never do anything to hurt her,” he replied incredulously.

“Here, I'll take her,” I said sharply, reaching my arms out. I knew I was being rude as hell, but I couldn't seem to stop it. I needed to hold her.

“Sure,” Bram said, lifting the entire sling so that it was loose around his neck. He handed Arielle over and pulled the fabric over his head, then shuffled the papers in front of him, gathering them up into a neat pile.

She was too hot. Was she too hot? I walked to the couch and laid her down, pulling her out of the sling, only to find that she was a completely normal temperature.
Good.

“I'm out,” Bram muttered, sliding his T-shirt back on and grabbing his flannel off the back of the couch. “She likes the vibration in your chest when you hum, try that.”

Then he walked out the front door, locking it behind him.

I sat down heavily on the couch after he was gone, sighing in disgust. I hadn't even said thank you.

A part of me felt like such a bitch for that, but the other part—the dominant part? It kept repeating the same phrase in my head over and over.

Hurt me once, shame on you. Hurt me twice, shame on me.

I couldn't afford to get pulled into some anti-relationship with Bram again.