Once the paramedics loaded America’s stretcher into the ambulance, I followed Reyes into the back with her. She winced when we went over bumps, but she never let go of my hand.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” she said softly. “I can’t believe you’re okay.”

“I never stay lost for long. I can always find my way back to you.”

America breathed out a small laugh and closed her eyes, letting herself relax.

America

“It’s beautiful,” I said, looking around Travis and Abby’s new home. “Did you say four bedrooms?”

Abby nodded. “Two downstairs, two up.”

I lifted my chin, looking up the stairs. They were lined by white wooden spindles and covered by newly laid taupe carpet. The wood floors were sparkling, and the new furniture, rugs, and décor had been placed perfectly.

“It looks like it’s straight from Better Homes and Gardens magazine,” I said, shaking my head in awe.

Abby looked around with a smile, sighing and nodding. “We’ve been saving for a long time. I wanted it to be perfect. So did Trav.”

I twirled my wedding ring around my finger. “It is. You look tired.”

“Unpacking and organizing will do that to you,” she said, walking into the living room.

She sat on the ottoman, and I sat on the sofa. It was the second thing Travis had purchased since he’d met Abby.

“He’s going to love it when he gets home,” I said. “They should be here soon.”

She looked at her watch, absently twisting a long caramel strand. “Any minute actually. Remind me to thank Shepley for picking him up from the airport. I know he doesn’t like to leave you alone these days.”

I looked down, running my palm over my round belly. “You know he’d do anything for you and Travis.”

Abby rested her chin on her fist and shook her head. “It’s hard to believe yours will be Jim’s fourth grandbaby. Olive, Hollis, Hadley, and now …”

“Still not telling,” I said with a smile.

“C’mon! It’s killing me not to know! Just tell me the gender.”

I shook my head, and Abby laughed, only half-frustrated with my secret.

“It’s still our secret—at least for three more weeks.”

Abby grew quiet. “Are you afraid?”

I shook my head. “Looking forward to not being a waddling puffy incubator, to be honest.”

Abby tilted her head, sympathetic. She reached over to the end table to straighten a frame that held a black-and-white photo from their vow renewal in St. Thomas.

I touched my belly, pressing in on whatever baby part was stretching against my ribs. “In about six months, you’re going to have to move your breakables to higher ground.”

Abby grinned. “Looking forward to it.”

The front door opened, and Travis yelled across the foyer, his voice carrying easily into the living room, “I’m home, Pigeon!”

“I’ll let you guys catch up,” I said, positioning myself to scoot off the sofa.