Page 74 of Only You
“Sure, buddy.”
Jack took Lucy by the hand to the concession stand as we followed behind them.
“Thank you for doing this for him,” Ellie whispered to me. “It meant a lot to Jack.”
“Part of the godfather obligations. I was very happy to do it.”
“I have quite the collection of dandelions this season, so it wasn’t for nothing.”
“No.” I squeezed her hand. “It sure wasn’t.” She squeezed my hand back and jogged ahead to catch up with the kids.
I put my arm around Paige’s shoulders as she snuggled into my side.
“I’ll break you eventually,” she whispered in my ear as she bit my earlobe.
“Daisy,” I huffed at her. “I’m sorry. I’m scared. I don’t want to lose you, and things got a little too interesting when we had Lucy.”
“What happened with Lucy happens in a lot of pregnancies, even the ones with moms who don’t have lupus. What happened to wanting a ton of kids?”
“I want mywife. We have Lucy.”
Paige shrugged. “She’s an only child, like we all were. I’d love to give her a brother or sister.” Jack took the pretzel Ellie handed him and gave it all to Lucy without a second thought. I nodded at them.
“I think she has a good brother in place already.” I sucked in a deep breath. “I can’t say no to you, and you know that, which makes what you’re doing mean.”
Paige cupped my cheek. “I’ll be fine. Dr. Stephens isn’t worried. We can’t be afraid to live our lives, babe.”
I glared at my wife. She would always win.
“All right. I’ll go see Dr. Stephens with you to talk about it, but if there is even the slightest risk or problem . . .”
“I know, babe. I’ll drop it and it will be just the three of us. And I’ll be okay with that.” She flung her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine. “And if we have a boy, he doesn’t have to play T-ball unless he really wants to.”
“Thank you. Oh, I almost forgot.” I dug into my duffel bag. “Look what we found in left field.” I tucked a daisy behind her ear.
“Thank you.” Paige wrapped her arms around my waist. “I love you, babe.”
I kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer. “I love you too, Daisy.”
I supposed my wife was right. It was silly to dwell on the what ifs and what could go wrong. That wasn’t living. A wise old friend used to say live for today, because that’s all you really have.
I gazed at my wife next to me and my daughter giggling up ahead.
Today, I had everything.
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