Sadie suddenly felt sick. She pushed the lobster roll away.

“I tried staying up last night,” she whispered. “I wanted to tell you when you got home from work. In person.”

Ethan nodded patiently.

“And then this morning, I tried again. But Lincoln…”

“Wet the bed,” he finished for her, “and I didn’t really listen.” He suddenly pulled her close. “Oh, Sadie…God. I don’t even know what to say. I’m sorry.”

She hiccupped. “For what?”

“For not being there yesterday. I should have been there with you during your appointment.” He ran his hand up and down her arm. Sadie felt a tear leak down her cheek. She didn’t care if they were in the middle of the park during the May Day festival. “You shouldn’t have had to go through that alone.”

An announcement boomed over a nearby megaphone: “Calling all children! It’s Maypole time! Please report to the gazebo where Ms. Park will assign you a ribbon color!”

Sadie watched as dozens of kids made a dash for Essie Park, who was standing inside the gazebo with a clipboard in her well-manicured hands. Lincoln began to push and pull on them, as toddlers are wont to do. “Come on, guys! I get ribbon now! Come, come!”

“Hey buddy, Mommy isn’t feeling so great right now.” Ethan knelt down in the grass, holding Lincoln out at arm’s length. “Let’s get her home, so she can be comfy and rest in her bed.”

“Oh, Mama! You sick?” Lincoln held a tiny hand against her forehead.

Sadie burst into tears.

“I love you so much, Sadie,” Ethan whispered in her ear. “Love you forever.”

With her two favorite guys on either side, Sadie gratefully left the fair behind, feeling a bit lighter. No matter what happened, they’d get through it together.

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Ouch!” Renee yelped, dropping the eyelash curler into the bathroom sink. “Oh, damn it.”

“Everything okay in there?” Myles knocked on the door. “Do I need to call the paramedics?”

“Yep!” She tossed the beauty tool that felt more like a medieval torture device into a drawer and slammed it shut. She repeated the line she’d given poor Myles ten minutes ago. “I’ll be ready in five.”

When Renee texted Myles in a panic over her lack of a Spring Fling date, he’d immediately come to her rescue. “As it turns out, Nathan is going to be in Chicago for a conference,” he’d texted. “I’d be honored to be your escort. Just don’t wear anything green. It’s unflattering for my skin tone.”

“Lol!” Renee returned.

And now poor Myles was stuck waiting as she fussed and fumbled with her appearance.

Was her eye makeup too simple? Was her red lipstick too much?