Or gain.
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Jessica
Ruthie woke up as we pulled into Brian’s garage, so instead of going straight to Lainey and Adam’s, Alan suggested we go inside so I could nurse her in private.
He was sweet as he helped make me comfortable on the sofa in the living room—propping pillows around me before asking if I wanted a blanket.
I gave him a soft smile as Ruthie latched to my breast and said, “I’m good, thank you.”
“Are you thirsty? Do you need a snack?”
“No, I’m okay.”
He picked up the remotes on the coffee table in front of me. “Do you want the TV on? How about some music?”
“Just sit and talk with me.”
He chuckled as he sat on the couch next to me. “Yeah, I can do that.”
I adjusted the receiving blanket covering Ruthie as she nursed. “You know, I don’t even know your middle name or how old you are.”
“It’s James, and I’ll be thirty-six next month.” he cocked his head. “Come to think of it, I don’t know your middle name either, or your birthday.”
“It’s Rose. And my birthday is October eighteenth.”
“You’ll be twenty-three then?”
“Twenty-three,” I echoed wistfully.
“We’ll have to go somewhere to celebrate.”
“So soon after our vacation on the Cape?”
The corner of his mouth turned. “You meanour honeymoon?”
“Aren’t they the same?”
“I guess, but I think a honeymoon needs special recognition. While I’d venture to say all honeymoons are vacations, not all vacations are honeymoons.”
I pointed out, “Yeah, but most honeymoons don’t include newborns.”
“That’s true, but ours does. Our first anniversary will be just you and me,” he promised. “And we’re going to do something special for your birthday, too.”
“Like what?”
“Anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“You name it—the sky’s the limit.”
“Can we go to Savannah?”
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Alan
