Kelsey finished her text, then put the phone away again. “She is happy for us. She’s just nervous about the festival. It’s less than a month away.”
“Nervous we’ll screw that up?”
“I’m sure. I didn’t help when I almost bailed on y’all. For the second time.”
Eric put a hand on her back, the gesture soothing and familiar now. “But you didn’t. And we’ll show Robin everything’s gonna be fine. That both of us are sticking around. This month and every month from here on out.” He squeezed her hand and started walking backward, pulling her along with him. “But first, we’ve got food to eat. Lots of food.”
Kelsey followed him toward the house, a smile plastered on her face. A couple months ago, she couldn’t have dreamed she’d be walking into Eric’s mom’s house pregnant, engaged, and confident that she and Eric would make it work this time. No matter what.
But maybe she should have dreamed that. Maybe, just maybe, some things were worth dreaming. And—even more important—worth making a reality.
Like the misfit vinyl from her store, Kelsey had finally found her home.
