Hold up. Hold the fuck up.
She left him?
Why was I thinkinghehad filed for divorce? Especially after how she treated him?
“Are you sure?Sheleft him?”
“Oh, yeah. He tried to get her to reconsider for months. Maybe that’s why it took so long to finalize the divorce.”
That shouldn’t change anything. Shouldn’t make me question what Ethan and I have developed, but my delicate heart doesn’t like this revelation one bit.
My sister must see the apprehension in my eyes because she shakes her head. “Do not freak out about Allison. She’s history, but since you asked, I wanted you to know that Ethan is the kind of guy who isn’t going to jerk you around. Look at how hard he tried to make his horrible marriage work.”
Okay, she makes a good point.
But something about the morning Allison found us in the truck niggles in the back of my mind.
For a woman who seemed apathetic during her marriage, she sure lost her shit to see her ex had moved on.
And that has me worried.
* * *
My sister conksout on the couch in a puddle of drool as soon as I’m done with her pedicure, but I don’t want to leave before she wakes up, so I cover her with a light blanket, do a load of her laundry, and fold a million adorable green and yellow infant outfits. She’s such a wench to make me wait to find out the sex of her baby!
I’m still folding clothes when two fuzzy arms wrap around my legs, and I whirl around with a muffled scream.
“Bandit, you scared the shit out of me!” I whisper-yell.
My sister’s pet raccoon holds up his little arms like a toddler even though he’s ancient in raccoon years.
“You are so spoiled.” I pick him up, settle in the rocking chair, and pat his fat butt while he snuggles against me. “Have you been a good boy? Hmm? I don’t think you’ll be allowed in the nursery once the baby arrives.”
Sighing, I mull over everything my sister told me this morning about Allison even though I know I should put it out of my mind. But how can I? I want to analyze it from every angle so I know what I’m getting myself into. Though it’s not like I can backpedal. I’m already in too deep, which is all the more reason to guard myself against that woman. How could Allison leave Ethan and those two precious children? I want to throttle her on their behalf.
Kat waddles into the doorway and smiles sleepily. “Sorry I passed out,manita.”
“No worries. You’re gestating. You need rest.”
“Want some lunch? I’m starving.”
I don’t point out that we ate not two hours ago. “No, I should probably get going soon, but I’ll be back tomorrow so we can shop for the nursery. Want me to make you a sandwich before I go?”
A huge smile lights her face. “You’re my favorite sister.”
“I’m your only sister,” I say, smiling at our familiar lines.
One second she’s laughing and then she’s hunched over in pain.
“What’s wrong?” I shoo Bandit off me and fly across the room.
“Just Braxton Hicks contractions. Nothing to worry about.”
I lead her over to the rocking chair and help her sit. “What can I get you? Some water? A heating pad? Should I call Brady?” Like a splash of cold water in my face, I feel like an idiot for not knowing more about her pregnancy. For not having researched all the potential problems or complications. She asked me to be close this summer for the baby, and all this time I’ve been obsessing over my own love life.
With a grimace, she waves me off. “No, no. Don’t bother him. He hasn’t seen his parents all week. Let them have their time.”
My sister is the most selfless person I know. If she could have this baby in her bathroom without putting anyone out, she would. I’ll text Brady just in case. He’d want me to. I also make a mental note to read up on the ins and outs of what my sister can expect during the last few weeks of her pregnancy.
