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sound so bossy," Shirley explained, looking apologetic, "but Gabriel could have your wings for this."

"My wings! I don't think so." It would take a whole lot more than tapping out "Hit the Road, Jack" on a car horn for that to happen.

"I'm only trying to help you."

"I know, but . . ."

A whoosh of warm wind accompanied Goodness, who arrived breathless and impatient, with her feathers ruffled with indignation. "What is going on with you two?" she demanded.

"Shirley decided to appoint herself as my guardian and - "

"I was watching out for your best interests."

"Stop! Both of you!" Goodness cried, tossing her arms in the air. "I had to leave Monica and Chet at the worst possible moment for this."

"Not really, we were - "

Goodness cut her off by stamping her foot. "Shall we all get back to our jobs? Humans are trouble enough without the three of us squabbling."

"I was only looking to help," Shirley offered with an injured look.

When Leah pulled into her driveway, she wasn't sure what to expect. The business with her horn had ceased the moment she started the engine. Since Andrew took care of the maintenance on their vehicles it was something she should tell him. But how could she explain her horn going all weird on her?

The front door to the house opened even before she had a chance to climb out of the car. Andrew's large frame filled the doorway as he rushed out to meet her.

"Where were you?" he asked, his face tight with concern. "I must have made a dozen phone calls and sounded like a complete idiot looking for my wife."

"I . . . I drove over to Pam and Doug's."

"Pam and Doug," Andrew repeated and stabbed his fingers into his hair as if to punish himself. "I should have tried them first - it makes perfect sense, the way you love those kids," he said, steering her toward the house. He closed the door, shutting out the cold.

"You weren't ready to talk, remember?" Leah said. "You were preoccupied with the sports news and needed time to sort through your feelings. Or so you said."

Andrew nodded. "I behaved like a fool. I'm sorry, Leah."

"You? I was the one who owed you an apology."

"You gave it," Andrew reminded her, and something she couldn't read flared in his eyes, "Hell, I don't know what was wrong with me."

"You needed your space," Leah supplied, removing her coat and hanging it in the hall closet. "We all do at one time or another. I understand."

"I should never have let you go. You wanted to settle matters then and there. I was the one who made everything so difficult." He brought her into the circle of his arms and sighed as she relaxed against him. "I love you so damn much," he said.

"I know," she whispered. His fingers lovingly worked through the tangles in her hair. "I love you too. You're right, Andrew, I realize that now and I'm so sorry for the way I've treated you - "

"Hush," he whispered, gently kissing her. "It's forgotten."

"You're the most important person in my life."

"I found the record book in the garbage. Do you mean it, honey? Can we stop worrying about a pregnancy and concentrate on each other?"

Leah understood what he was asking. He wanted her to let go of the frantic need she had for a child, to stop looking for a pregnancy to fulfill her as a woman.

She'd cheated her husband out of far more than she realized. All these years she'd been subtly and not so subtly telling him his love wasn't enough. Every time she'd dragged him to another doctor, to another fertility clinic, through another series of tests, she in essence said she found him lacking and that she needed something more. She tagged a condition onto her happiness, insisting she needed a child, the child he should give her.

Wrapping her arms around Andrew's neck, Leah slowly nodded. The dream was dead. It had been from the moment she realized what she'd done to him.

"Mom." Timmy greeted Jody at the door the minute she walked into the house after work Monday morning. "A package came for me from Grandma Potter. Can I open it?" He was hopping up and down like a pogo stick, following her from one room to the next. "It's addressed to me."

"A package?"

"It's probably for Christmas. You're not going to make me wait, are you?"

Jody moved into the family room and stopped short. Timmy hadn't exaggerated,