I laughed humorlessly. “What’s going on?” I repeated. “I’ll tell you what’s going on. Parker, we moved to Montana where I don’t know a single person. We’re having a baby. I’m engaged and my family doesn’t even know. Every person in this town knows by business! We have a house, but nothing that goes in it! I’m pregnant!”
“You already said that one,” he grinned.
“Do you think this is funny?”
“If I say yes, are you gonna shove me through a window?”
My lips twitched in amusement, and I finally calmed just a little.
“Baby, it’s gonna be okay. We’ll knock things off the list one at a time. What’s the most important thing to you?”
It probably should have been telling my family I was pregnant, but forsome reason, getting things in the house seemed to be the most important at the moment.
“The house. We need to have things.”
“Things, I can handle. So, we’ll go shopping.”
I cringed at the idea of picking out anything. “You should know that I have absolutely no sense of style.”
“Well, that’s where you’re in luck, because I have two sisters who absolutely love to decorate.”
“Really?” I asked hopefully.
“Really. So, we’ll knock that off the list first, and then we’ll move on to the next thing.”
I nodded, feeling slightly better. “And you can get us furniture by the end of the day?”
Jeff snorted, but Parker glared at him. “Maybe not everything, but we’ll do as much as we can.”
“Okay. Okay,” I repeated, trying to calm myself down. “It’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. Everything will be…”
“Fine?” Parker asked, a smile easing across his handsome face.
“Right.”
“Baby…just one thing.” His face turned solemn as he studied me. “Do you really think we’re not gonna make it?”
I really didn’t know. Right now, I was just trying to focus on one thing at a time. With the way we got together, would we end up like one of those tragic couples who fell in love over danger and extreme circumstances? Or did we have what it took to weather the storm?
As I looked into his eyes, I just couldn’t lie to him. “I don’t know.”
8
MICHAEL
“Left!”I shouted at Jeff as he struggled to move the dresser into the room.
“I am going left!”
“Your other left,” I snapped.
“Alright, geez! No need to get your panties in a twist. You know, you’re a real asshole when you’re frustrated.”
“I’m an asshole when you can’t figure out your right from your left,” I muttered. “A little more to the right.”
I guided the dresser through the doorway, stopping only when I heard Jeff’s yelp of pain.
“That was my fingers!”
