“Pop said that Liam was planning on expanding the cabins. I thought I’d look into that after I stop in and see him at the hospital.”
“Is he talking to you?” I asked, knowing all too well how strained their relationship was at the moment.
He shook his head. “Very little. I can’t tell if he’s just in pain or if he hates me that much.”
“Why would he hate you?”
He looked down at his mug, but didn’t say anything for a moment. “Not sure.” Huffing out a laugh, he looked away as he spoke. “You know, I thought when I returned, everyone would be happy to see me.”
“They are,” I assured him. “Give it some time.”
“I bet your family would throw you a parade if you came home.”
“Well, the town is trying to plan that for us now,” I reminded him.
I grabbed a cracker he had set before me and munched on it as the silence extended. I didn’t know how to help him with his family, but then again, I didn’t feel like I was of much use anywhere at the moment.
How had I gone from having a job and a purpose to floundering in the wind? Even right now, I had a baby on the way, but no idea where to go from here. I was lost, and I’d never once been lost in my entire life.
“We should get you a car.”
I looked up at Parker, confused by the sudden change. “What?”
“Well, it’s not like we live in town. I can drive you pretty much anywhere, but there’ll be times you’ll need to get around.”
“Can we afford that right now?”
“We have our bonuses from Reed Security.”
“Right, but shouldn’t we hang onto that for when the baby comes?”
Smirking at me, I knew what he was going to say. “The bonuses were more than enough, and you know that. Tell me, how much was yours?”
Gaping, I slid out of my chair and headed for the fridge to grab some creamer. “I’m not telling you that.”
“Why not? We’re going to be married, and married people share everything.”
“But we’re not married yet.”
I spun around, gasping when I found him pressed right up against me.
“Why don’t you want to tell me?”
“Because…it’s none of your business,” I lied.
Smirking, he moved impossibly closer. “You think you made more money than I did.”
“What? Don’t be silly,” I laughed, trying and failing to duck under his arm.
“That’s it,” he teased. “You think you made more than me, and you’re scared I can’t handle it.”
“Could you?” I challenged.
“Baby, it’s not a contest.”
“Then why do you want to know?”
“Call me crazy, but we should probably know what we can afford moving forward. We just bought furniture with the last of our savings, but we still have those bonus checks. Do we need to run out and get jobs right away? Should we invest the money? Do we pay back the money for the house? What about after you have the baby?”
