I put away my phone, grab my carry-on, and leave the airplane. It doesn’t take me long to arrive at the terminal and head to the shuttle. I send another text, letting everyone know I’m on my way to the hospital.

When I arrive at Nikki’s room, I find the cutest, most heartwarming and yet heartbreaking scene. My sister is on the bed, with a blue bundle in her arms, and Craig is hugging them both. Ten years of marriage and these two are still madly in love.

It’s precious, and yet, I’m a little jealous because I’m almost thirty and nowhere close to having what they share. My sister was twenty-three when they met, and they’ve been together since then.

Me?

There’s no one who I can share a drink with after a crappy day at work.

“You’re here,” my sister says when I clear my throat.

“Well, that was fast,” I say, walking toward her. “Aren’t you supposed to be in recovery?”

“Recovery?” she frowns. “No, that’s for C-sections. I’m doing well and ready to pretend I need to stay in the hospital for a couple more days to avoid responsibilities.”

“Well, I’m here to entertain two of your responsibilities. We have the zoo, the aquarium, and the children’s museum to start off,” I remind her. “While you get well acquainted with this beautiful boy.”

“Aiden meet Aunt Claire,” she says, handing me the tiny boy.

“Your favorite aunt,” I add. “He’s gorgeous. How was everything? Give me all the gory details.”

“We barely made it to the hospital,” she says. “As soon as he heard you were landing, he wanted to come out.”

“What can I say, we have a connection, don’t we?” I stare into his beautiful, sleepy face.

He makes me want to have one. Not that I’m ready to take that step. I’d need a plan. There’s no boyfriend in my future. Every guy I date bails on me after the first or second date. Invitro and a sperm donor might have to do the job. I’ll think about it when I’m thirty-five. Or…

“Maybe I should take you to New York with me. Your parents already have two. They won’t miss you.”

“How was your flight?” Craig asks, taking the baby away from me and handing him back to Nikki.

“Smooth,” I commiserate his move. “I was joking.”

“You look tired, are you sleeping at all or still trying to prove that you’re a superhuman?” Nikki sounds just like my mother.

“The plane ride was uneventful,” I answer Craig’s question, avoiding discussing my frantic schedule. “There was some turbulence as we entered Colorado. Nothing new. I’m just glad to be here.”