Boy, did she. She nodded.
He stood, then helped her up. “I have a big day tomorrow, so we need to go. Thank you for the meal. It was delicious.”
“Yes, thank you,” Sarah murmured.
The next minute passed in mumbled apologies she wasn’t sure she believed, then they finally exited, and were safe in his car.
He reversed, and only when the house could not be seen did she relax. “I’m so sorry.”
“You? What for?”
“I didn’t mean to say anything.”
“Honey, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. I’ve always loved how your face can’t hide a thing.”
That made one of them.
“Besides, my mom guessed, and we couldn’t lie, could we?”
She shook her head. “It’s just that I really wanted Mum to know first,” she confessed.
His chin jerked. “They’d at least understand. I can’t believe my parents sometimes.”
“I think they just felt left out.” Regret shafted her chest. Maybe they should’ve told them about the previous pregnancies. Even if they hadn’t because of exactly that reason, with their tendency to make things about themselves. Dan’s parents weren’t much in the way of emotional support, or any kind of prayer support. They weren’t believers, despite Dan and Sarah’s best efforts to share—and show—the good news.
“Well, they should know that if they’re going to react like that then of course they won’t be told.” He glanced at her. “What’s the time in Sydney?”
“Mid-morning. You think I should—?”
“Tell your parents? Yeah.”
She sighed, then tapped a message on her phone.Are you free for a chat?Ideally, she would’ve liked her sister, Rebekah, as part of this conversation too. Oh well.
Her phone was ringing by the time they reached the apartment’s parking garage, which meant there’d be guaranteed glitching until they were actually upstairs and in their home. She had to wait to return her mum’s call as the elevator took its sweet time to reach the sixteenth floor. Then, when it finally did, they were forced to make small talk with some neighbors. Lincoln Cash was an actor, who just so happened to have moved two doors down from Dan’s cottage in Muskoka, then had bought an apartment in this very building, on Dan’s very floor. He was working in a TV show being filmed here, so they’d bumped into him a few times. Jackie, his wife, was nice, and they’d recently had a baby, which had caused no small amount of envy.
Finally they were able to escape inside their apartment and she returned her mother’s call. “Sorry about that. We had to wait until we were out of the elevator.”
“Is it true?” her mum asked.
“Is what true?” Sarah glanced at Dan, who shrugged.
“I just got a message from Helen Walton, congratulating us on being grandparents again.”
“Oh, Mum.” Sarah sank into the leather lounge and closed her eyes.
Dan murmured, “My mom messaged her?”
She nodded, her eyes still closed. Dan muttered something under his breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Sarah murmured. “We were waiting until—”
“Twelve weeks, I know. It’s okay, Sarah.”
“I really wanted you to know, too.” She sniffled. “Especially after what happened the last time.”
“It’s okay, honey. Is Dan there?”
She opened her eyes. “Yes.”
“Then put this call on speaker.”
