in the right frame of mind, but she could also be impatient, temperamental and self-centered.
Right, and you’re a freaking saint. Perfect daddy material.
He wasn’t. He was the first to admit that. He’d lived selfishly his entire life. About the only thing he’d ever fully committed to was the bar—and, perhaps, to being a decent uncle to his brother’s kids. But he was fairly certain he understood many of the challenges that lay ahead. He knew there were going to be late nights and not a lot of sleep and periods of intense frustration and worry. He knew that no matter what else was happening for him or Lola, the baby needed them to put him or her first. Every time.
He wasn’t one hundred percent certain Lola had the same take on parenting, however. He wasn’t sure that she’d given much thought to the way things would work between them, in fact. She preferred to “take things as they come” and not get “bogged down in all the details”—both phrases she’d used to fob him off last week when he’d tried to discuss a care schedule for when the baby was born. He’d wanted her to know that he would be there to support her in any way she needed him to be, but she’d shied away from the discussion. As though by avoiding the conversation she could pretend for a little bit longer that she wasn’t about to become a parent.
Which boded really bloody well for the future.
The phone on his desk buzzed, signaling a call from downstairs.
“Hey, boss. You’re brother’s here,” Syrie said when he picked up. “You want us to send him up?”
“Thanks. And send up a couple of beers and a large fries, too, okay?”
“I’ll put it on your tab.”
“Funny.”
He took a second to check his emails—nothing urgent—before the sound of steps on the stairs announced his brother’s arrival.
“Good to see you,” Seth said when Jason entered the office. “Grab a seat. I’ve got some beers coming our way in five.”
“I knew I liked coming here for a reason,” Jason said as he loosened his tie and set down his briefcase.
Seth tried not to smile. He could count on the fingers of one hand the times Jason had dropped by Night Howls for a drink. Usually he was either working late or had some commitment with his family—which was the way it should be when you had two kids under five.
“What did you have to do to get out of jail early?” he asked.
Jason touched his briefcase with the side of his shoe. “There’s a reason why that bastard weighs a ton. Lots of stuff to go through when I get home.”
“Man, I don’t know how you do it,” Seth said, shaking his head.
He’d long since given up the hard partying days of his youth, but the thought of showing up at an office in the city at eight every morning and sitting under fluorescent lights all day and not checking out again till it was dark outside made him want to launch himself from the top of the nearest building.
Jason shrugged easily. “Horses for courses, mate. No way could I stand working the hours you do, either. I’m comatose once it hits nine.”
“That’s because you’re up at sparrow’s fart. I don’t start the day till ten, minimum.”
“That is so going to change when the baby comes along.” Jason’s laugh held more than a hint of schadenfreude. “How many weeks is it now?”
“Four.”
“It’ll be so much fun watching you do this.”
“This is an ugly side of you, just so you know.”
“Consider it payback for all the years you gave me shit for not coming out to play because I had to be home with Jodie and the kids. I’m allowed to savor the irony a little.”
Seth shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, well, I was a dick. You’re a good dad, and you have awesome cute kids. If they were mine, I’d want to be home with them, too, instead of out with a douche like me.”
“Funny you should mention that.” Jason yanked at his tie, loosening it further.
Seth braced himself. When his brother had called to ask if they could catch up tonight, he’d been a little surprised, given they mostly saw each other on Jason’s turf. It had only taken him a few minutes’ thought to work out what his brother wanted to see him about, however. Seth had dropped the big news about Lola and the baby on Jason and Jodie only last week, and he figured his brother was here to offer him some guidance, man-to-man. Which, frankly, he was more than happy to take. He figured he and Lola needed all the help they could get.
Syrie arrived and Jason held fire on whatever it was he was about to say while she distributed the drinks and fries. Once she was gone, Jason took a big mouthful of his beer before eyeing Seth.
“I know you’ve got a lot on your plate at the moment, so this is probably going to seem as though it’s coming out of left field, but Jodie and I talked about it and we decided that we’d leave the decision up to you. If it’s too much, we totally understand, given what you’re taking on. But you’re at the top of our list and we wanted to give you the option.”
Seth was genuinely baffled about where this conversation was going. “You want to tell me what this list is for?”
Jason nodded, smoothing his hands down his thighs, and Seth realized he was nervous. Which made him nervous.
“Okay,” Jason said. “You’ve always been really good with Max and Sam. The best uncle ever, is the way Max puts it. And Jodie and I have started putting things in place for the future in the past few weeks, just in case. Insurance, wills, that kind of thing.”
“Cheery stuff. What brought this on?”
He shrugged. “Jodie saw some movie with her girlfriends a few weeks ago—I don’t know the details, but she’s been freaking out about making sure the boys are looked after if something happens to us. Which is where you come in.”
“Me?”
“Long story short, Jodie and I would really like it if you’d be Max and Sam’s co-guardian in the event that something happened to us.”
For a moment Seth was literally speechless. He’d given his brother’s wife a lot of crap over the years—a reciprocal arrangement that they both mostly enjoyed—although he’d never had anything but the utmost respect for her as a parent. Same for his brother. They loved their kids, were firm but loving, generous but measured, and Seth figured that Sam and Max would be a whole hell of a lot better adjusted than him by the time they were grown men. That Jason and Jodie wanted him to step into their shoes if necessary was both daunting and touching.
He realized Jason was waiting for his response, a small frown between his eyebrows.
“Sorry,” Seth said. “You threw me for a second there. Yes, absolutely. I would happily be guardian to the boys. Whatever you guys need me to do.” There wasn’t a doubt in his mind.
Jason’s expression smoothed out as he sat back in his chair a little. “Good stuff. Great.”
