Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
I glance over my shoulder and find him leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his chest. He’s got balls, I’ll give him that. “Look, I know my showing up threw a wrench in your plans, Walt, and I appreciate the fact that you were here to help Lainey when she needed it, but you should probably move on. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’ll believe that when you’re still here six months from now. You’re on the road all the time, aren’t you? Professional hockey player and all that. Must be hard on relationships, being away that much. Lainey’s bound to need some help when you’re not around, and me being right across the hall makes it easy for me to step in.” He smiles wryly. “Have a good night, RJ.” He turns his attention to Kody and gives him a little tickle under the chin, his tough-guy facade turning into wistful sadness. “Be good for your mom.”
He disappears back into his apartment, and for a few seconds I feel bad for him. He was here when I wasn’t. He wanted Lainey despite the fact that she came with a brand-new baby that wasn’t his. He knows how special she is. But he’s wrong about being around to help out, because as soon as she’s ready, I’ll be moving them into my house, so Walter will effectively be removed from any and all equations.
I might feel bad for him, but I sure as hell don’t want him as my competition.
I put Kody in his activity center in the living room before I grab the fifty million bags Lainey sends with him to day care. I drop them all on the couch, lock the door, pick Kody back up, and head down the hall to check on Lainey.
I peek in the room and find her sleeping, which is good. She obviously needs some rest. I mentally scroll through the list of things Lainey typically does when she gets home from work. Usually she feeds Kody right away, and considering how he’s bumping his nose on my shoulder, I have a feeling he’s not going to be quiet about how hungry he is soon. And there’s no way I’m going to wake Lainey up to take care of him right now.
“Come on, little man, let’s get you some dinner.”
Lainey keeps bottles in the fridge, and there’s a box of baby cereal on the counter, probably from this morning. I put Kody in his saucer to bounce around while I follow the directions to make him dinner and heat up a bottle to go with it.
Word to the wise: feeding a baby cereal the consistency of . . . things I’d rather not compare it to is messy business. By the time I’m done, Kody has food in his hair and all over his neck, his bib, and his hands.
I somehow have managed to get it all over my shirt as well. I don’t have a change of clothes, so I’m forced to use a dishcloth to clean off the spots. Then I take Kody to the bathroom, run him a tepid bath, and wash all the cereal off him before I give him his bottle.
It’s well after six by the time we’re done with dinner and the bath, and I still haven’t eaten. I don’t want to make unnecessary noise on the off chance it’ll wake Lainey up, plus the smell might not go well with nausea.
I take stock of what’s in her pantry and the fridge and decide a shopping trip is necessary. There’s a small grocery store down the street where I can pick up a few things for her and something for me. I leave a note on her night table and get Kody dressed in his going-out gear.
Getting him into the stroller is another epic feat, but I figure it out. Lainey has one of those baby carrier things where I can strap him to my body, but there’s about seven hundred yards of fabric that I don’t know what to do with, so I leave that for another time.
I don’t take into account that this is Kody’s fussy time of day, or the fact that I can’t see him as he squawks his irritation, probably at still being awake and not in his mother’s arms. I manage to pick up the necessities, such as ginger ale, soda crackers, chicken soup, sports drinks, and some bread and cold cuts so I can make myself some sandwiches when we get back to the apartment. I also pick up a pizza slice and devour it while I’m loading things on the belt.
Kody’s turned into a banshee by the time I finish paying. People give me looks ranging from pity to something like disdain and judgment. His face is beet red, mouth wide open as he screams, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Okay, little man, I hear you. We’re going home now.” I unbuckle him from the restraints, wondering if maybe they’re too tight, but as soon as I lean in close enough, I know that’s not it.