“I should send her a card,” Pam said, then shook her head. “Maybe not.” She took a sip of her wine. “I have no idea how to handle this.”
“Don’t look at me. You’re in woman territory.”
“Where if you stray too far, you’ll grow breasts?”
“Damned straight.”
“I’ll write a note,” she decided. “I can say we’re rooting for her without a you’re-having-a-baby message. Did the doctor say she would be okay if she could get to three months?”
Her husband forehead furrowed. “I don’t know. She probably told me, but I barely want to know if she goes to the bathroom. Baby stuff is too intimate.”
“You’re not a complex man, are you?”
He raised his glass to her. “And that’s why you love me.”
He was right. She did love that he was dependable and predictable. Even if every now and then she wanted something different in their lives. A surprise trip to somewhere or a fancy bracelet. But that wasn’t John’s style. He would never plan a trip without talking to her and as for buying jewelry, he was more of a “go buy yourself something pretty” kind of man.
She didn’t object. She’d seen too many of her friends endure surprises of the not very pleasant kind. Ones that involved other women or divorces. John wasn’t looking for more than she had to offer. He liked his routine and knowing that gave her comfort.
“Jen got mail from the high school today,” she said. “An invitation to her ten-year reunion.”
“Okay.”
“You don’t think it’s stunning that we have a daughter old enough to have been out of high school ten years?”
“She’s twenty-eight. So the reunion is right on time.”
Pam sipped her wine. “I was shocked. I’m not ready to have a daughter that old.”
“Too late to send her back now. She’s used.”
Despite her earlier distress, Pam laughed. “Don’t let her hear you say that.”
“I won’t.” He smiled at her. “And you’re not old, sweetheart. You’re barely in your prime.”
“Thanks.” She heard the timer chime and stood. “That’s our dinner.”
He scooped up Lulu and followed Pam back to the kitchen. As Pam went about serving the meal, she reminded herself she was a very lucky woman. That a bit of sagging and a few lumps and bumps didn’t change who she was as a person. Her life was a blessing. If there weren’t any tingles anymore, well, that was to be expected. Wasn’t she forever hearing that you couldn’t have it all?
ISBN-13: 9781460380291
Beth and the Bachelor
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