mouth. You’re going to go broke. Especially when the two boys get older.”
“Oh, please,” I said. “These two baby boys are going to be the next Tyler and Crosby duo.”
Tyler laughed. “If that’s the case, then we’re all screwed.”
I made myself a pepperoni, cheese, and cracker sandwich and ate it all in one, big bite.
In the living room I heard the twangy mess of notes Buddy called guitar playing.
In the kitchen I heard Lucy giggling.
Across the table, Olivia rocked baby Ben and whispered to him.
And to my left was baby Hank, fast asleep in his pack-n-play.
I stepped toward the table and grabbed my glass.
Olivia looked at me and grabbed her glass.
We nodded to each other and smiled.
Cheers.
SILAS
I strummed the last chord to the same song I had been playing for ten minutes straight.
The nursery was quiet, cool, and dark.
I carefully stood up and looked over the side of the crib.
“Sleep time, son,” I whispered.
Baby Hank loved music. He couldn’t get enough of the sound of a guitar.
Anytime music was played, he looked around for the speakers. It seemed impossible for a baby his age to move his head and neck the way he did.
I had to keep my hand near his head because I was afraid he was going to hurt himself.
At naps and bedtime, I had to play guitar.
He fought sleep so hard to hear me play guitar.
If there was a time I wasn’t home, Mila would have to set up music in the nursery and stay with him until he dozed off.
Everything about him was just… perfect.
His story was perfect and it was just the beginning.
I snuck out of the room and walked down the long hallway to the master bedroom.
When I opened the door, I found Mila sitting on the bed, surrounded by baby clothes.
She was holding the monitor in her right hand, wiping tears off her cheeks with her left hand.
“What is it, darling?” I asked.
“Nothing. It’s just… you.”
“Me?”
“I love watching you play guitar for our son.”
“I can play for you too.”
“No,” she said. “I’d rather you get naked.”
I put the guitar down. “Consider it done.”
I moved toward the bed and was ready to swipe the clothes off it.
Mila jumped forward. “No. Don’t mess the clothes up!”
“What?”
She grabbed my shirt. “You don’t get it, Silas. I’ve been organizing socks for like three years now. Baby socks. Okay? I love our son, but baby clothes are the worst. This is a nightmare. If you mess up my piles, I swear…”
I grabbed Mila and picked her up.
She let out a playful cry and I walked her to the dresser.
I sat her down and moved right for her neck.
My lips grazed her neck and went down.
At this point in our relationship, there was no time for foreplay. We knew what we were up against. Nap time could last thirty minutes. Or two hours. Plus there was always laundry, cleaning, bottles to wash…
“Fuck, I love you, darling,” I whispered.
“I haven’t showered today, Silas. I smell…”
“Like a mom.”
“Ew,” she said. She pushed me away. “I smell like a mom?”
“I mean… you’re sexy.”
I moved at her again.
She grabbed my face. “New plan.”
I gritted my teeth. “Which is?”
“I’m going to go clean myself up,” Mila said. “Alone.”
“You’re killing me,” I groaned.
“It’ll be worth it,” she said.
“You’re banking on Hank taking a long nap.”
“I know,” she said. “Worst case, if he doesn’t take a long nap, then he goes to bed a little early. The second his eyes shut later… you better be ready.”
“Fine,” I said.
“I’m not done yet.”
“What?”
“I need you to go back to the inn. To the room. This sounds really dumb but I forgot the pregnancy tests in the drawer. The nightstand drawer. I want them. I want to put something together for us. You know?”
“Is anyone in the room?”
“No. It’s still ours. Technically. I’m pretty sure Beth just leaves that room open for us. For the family.”
“You mean for when Edith kicks Thomas out over this skydiving stuff?”
“Exactly,” she said. “So… can you do that… for me…?”
Mila bit her bottom lip and reached down for the bottom of her shirt.
She slowly lifted it up and ran her hand over her bra. She put her head back and sighed.
“Oh, Silas, please do this for me…”
Her fingers curled around the top of her bra and she began to pull…
I placed my hand to her hand. “You are evil, Mila.”
She laughed and inched off the dresser. “I know. And now you get to leave and picture me naked in the shower. Love you.”
“Love you too,” I said.
I left the house, walking uncomfortably for obvious reasons.
It took me the entire drive to the inn to calm myself down.
I parked the SUV and stared at the door to the room for a second.
It was amazing how it all came together.
Falling in love with Mila in motels as we toured. Coming back to her hometown and living in an inn together.
“Life,” I said.
I walked to the door and shuffled through my keys.
As I reached for the doorknob, the door opened.
“Back so soon?”
I stepped back.
There was a woman standing in nothing but a bedsheet wrapped around the front of her body. The smile on her face and her messy hair screamed sex.
“Uh,” I said.
“Shit,” she said.
“Wait a second… Evelyn. Evelyn Rohrick.”
I saw movement from the corner of my eye.
I turned my head and let out a laugh.
There was Crosby - shirtless and barefoot - walking toward the room with a bottle of wine in one hand and two wine glasses in the other hand.
Crosby froze in place.
I moved my eyes from Crosby to Evelyn…
Then I shut my eyes.
Oh, yeah, this is going to be a big problem.
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