“You’re going to have a baseball team by the time London is done with you.”
“If that’s what she wants.” He dries his hands off and comes to stand in front of me. “How are you doing, sweet thing?”
“I want to kill my husband,” I reply half-serious, half-sardonically. “You have some peanut butter . . .” I point to his hair.
“Yeah, we’ve all been there.” He rakes his fingers through the front of his blond strands, removing the clump of peanut butter. “Little bugger,” he muses.
“Who? Kayne or Beckett?
“Both,” he shoots back.
I can’t stop myself from laughing.
Jett washes off his hands, tickled. He is the most laid-back father. Nothing seems to rattle him, even Becks’ most outlandish antics. When he’s finished drying them, he puts his arm around me and walks me down the hall to his office. “Let’s talk.”
I take a seat on the cozy loveseat across from his desk. He always jokes he bought the piece of furniture for his therapy sessions. Right now, it’s coming in handy.
“I heard Kayne was here,” I say.
“Yup. Looking for his lost kitten.”
“Not lost, runaway. There’s a difference.”
“Yes, there is,” Jett agrees. “What was the fight about? Had to be pretty bad if you left.”
I groan. I’m irritable, frustrated, and utterly exhausted. “He’s been distant. Barely talks or eats or sleeps.”
“How long has this been going on?”
“About a month. Ever since we went for my twenty-week exam.”
“I see,” Jett ponders.
“When I finally confronted him today, everything just blew up.” I make an explosion gesture with my hands.
“He was pretty upset you left. Probably has half the SWAT team out looking for you right now.”
“Good, let them look. Serves him right for dismissing meinto a corner like I really am a naughty cat.”
“He didn’t.” Jett’s eyes widen.
“Oh, he did. That’s when I threw the remote at him and stormed out.”
“Did you hit him?” Jett asks overly interested.
I shake my head.
“Too bad. I would have loved to see your throwing arm.” He chuckles.
“It’s not as impressive as you may think.”
“So what do you think his issue is?”
“The same issue that has been bothering him his whole life.”
“His mom.” Jett provides the obvious answer.
I nod, sadly. “I just think he needs to face it. And he won’t listen to me. He just pushes me away. I know the baby is affecting him. He was so excited to be a father, and now, he’s just completely different. He’s shutting us out, and it’s terrifying me.”
