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Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. Half Title Page
  3. Books by Katie Powner
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright Page
  6. Dedication
  7. ONE
  8. TWO
  9. THREE
  10. FOUR
  11. FIVE
  12. SIX
  13. SEVEN
  14. EIGHT
  15. NINE
  16. TEN
  17. ELEVEN
  18. TWELVE
  19. THIRTEEN
  20. FOURTEEN
  21. FIFTEEN
  22. SIXTEEN
  23. SEVENTEEN
  24. EIGHTEEN
  25. NINETEEN
  26. TWENTY
  27. TWENTY-ONE
  28. TWENTY-TWO
  29. TWENTY-THREE
  30. TWENTY-FOUR
  31. TWENTY-FIVE
  32. TWENTY-SIX
  33. TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. TWENTY-NINE
  36. THIRTY
  37. THIRTY-ONE
  38. THIRTY-TWO
  39. THIRTY-THREE
  40. THIRTY-FOUR
  41. THIRTY-FIVE
  42. THIRTY-SIX
  43. THIRTY-SEVEN
  44. THIRTY-EIGHT
  45. THIRTY-NINE
  46. FORTY
  47. FORTY-ONE
  48. FORTY-TWO
  49. FORTY-THREE
  50. FORTY-FOUR
  51. FORTY-FIVE
  52. FORTY-SIX
  53. FORTY-SEVEN
  54. FORTY-EIGHT
  55. FORTY-NINE
  56. FIFTY
  57. FIFTY-ONE
  58. FIFTY-TWO
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. About the Author
  61. Back Ads
  62. Back Cover

After Jeremy’s unfortunate announcement, the injured player had been helped off the court, the Spuds had lost the game, and everyone had gone home. She hadn’t spoken a word to Jeremy in the car and hadn’t allowed either Jeremy or her dad to so much as look at her cake. They didn’t deserve to partake in its goodness. She’d blown off Dad’s attempts to talk and left Jeremy to explain the whole pregnancy thing while she’d hidden in the kitchen and eaten almost a third of it by herself.

She closed her eyes. Was all this really about what happened at the volleyball game? Her mother’s face sprang to mind, and new tears began to form. Would she ever stop crying? Would she ever stop missing Mom? Would she ever be qualified to be a mom? How would she know what was best for her baby?

When would she start acting like she had a handle on her life?

With all her strength and will, she held back a sob, afraid if Jeremy noticed he would put a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she would give in to his comfort and weep in his arms until the morning light. And she didn’t want to do that. She wanted to be angry.

Her thoughts moved to Grandma June and what Dad had done. Grandma must’ve been angry, too. Furious that he dragged her to the neurologist for no reason. What could’ve gotten into him?

Bea stiffened. Maybe he was keeping something from her just like when Mom was sick. If he would’ve been honest about how little time Mom had left . . .

She focused on making her breathing even so it would look like she was asleep. Her dad wasn’t going to get away with that again. She would get to the bottom of this.

SIXTEEN

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Mitch paced the kitchen Saturday morning, stewing. Why hadn’t Bea told him she was having a baby? And what were they thinking, starting a family when they didn’t even have their own home?

He didn’t feel old enough to be a grandpa. He wasn’t ready for this. And speaking of grandpas, he needed to call his dad. They hadn’t been able to talk about yesterday’s neurologist appointment with his mother in the truck.

Steve watched him stride back and forth with a wary eye. Mitch reluctantly acknowledged the cat with a slight nod. Who would’ve thought that out of everyone in his life, Steve would be the one causing him the least amount of trouble?

After eating chocolate cake for breakfast, Bea and Jeremy had gone for a walk, the temperature an unseasonably warm fifty degrees. He wanted to talk to her, wanted to find out more about the baby, but she was avoiding him. Something had changed between them since she got married.