“You know we do.”
“Do we?” he asked, dropping a kiss on her jaw.
“They’re your parents,” she murmured. And while things were much easier than when Sarah had first met them, it still wasn’t as relaxed as with her own. Even Dan often said the same.
“Why are we talking about dinner with my folks when that’s still a few hours away?”
“Exactly.” She raised her eyebrows.
He smiled and lifted his. “Oh, I like how you think, Mrs. Walton.”
“I thought you might, Mr. Walton. Come on.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Later,they drove the twenty minutes from his apartment to Sunnybrook, and the Tudor-inspired house his parents had bought when they’d made their millions on the stock exchange.
Hard to believe that just over the parkland was where Drake had his mega mansion, with some reports putting the rapper’s house at costing $100 million. How insane. And while she might’ve had her share of travel and meeting famous people, sometimes it still seemed crazy to her just how disparate the world could be.
“Are you okay?” Dan asked, as they drove along.
“Absolutely.” She grinned. “Never better.”
He reached across and caressed her belly. “Everything feeling good?”
“Yep.” She placed her hand on top of his. “Nothing to worry about.”Please Lord.
“Do you think we can tell them?”
She pressed her lips together, holding in the protest. She didn’t want to tell them. Not when she hadn’t told her own parents yet. Her own parents, who had prayed with her, believed with her, for just this miracle ever since the accident five and a half years ago.
“I’m gonna take that as a no.”
“A not yet,” she amended.
“That’s probably wise.”
She winced. She hated letting practicalities get in the way of what should be unfettered joy. But the last two times when she’d felt this rush of excitement had only resulted in devastation. She couldn’t bring others into it, not until they’d reached twelve weeks.Please Lord.
Her parents had been so supportive, flying from Sydney both times, comforting her and Dan. Part of her clung to the fact that at least she’d been able to get pregnant, which, considering the accident and all the subsequent surgeries, felt miracle enough. But it seemed like the miracle of conceiving life was a different one to that of being able to carry a child to full term.Lord, let this time be different.
It wasn’t her fault, the doctors had assured her; Dan and her parents, too. She peeked across. He caught her gaze, smiled, and held out his hand.
Lord, let this time be different for his sake, please.
Maybe she was the only woman in the world who wanted a child more for her husband’s sake than her own. But she knew he had regrets from the past, regrets she suspected would only truly be resolved by the birth of his child.
They held hands until he pulled into the drive of the house with its mock Tudor facade, then she internally braced.
He chuckled.
“What?”
“It’s funny how you still seem wary about meeting them.”
She exhaled. “I still give that impression?”
“Only to me.”
