sorry,” she said.
“It’s not your fault.” He blew out a ragged breath. “I can finish packing. There isn’t that much left to do.”
“You’re so helpful.” She teased him, trying to ease the tension. “Are you going to change diapers when the baby is born, too?”
“I guess I’m going to have to learn. But I also think I should hire a nanny to go back and forth between your place and mine. I can turn the second guest wing in my house into the nanny’s quarters. Then she can stay there whenever the baby sleeps at my place.”
As opposed to him coming over to Carol’s house to tuck their child in at night, like he’d originally planned? “I just wish that feeling lousy wasn’t part of this. Being queasy is the worst.”
“I hope I don’t get queasy when I have to change a dirty diaper. I used to gag when I was kid and I had to pick up dog poop.”
She squinted up at him. This was a weird conversation, but at least it was helping her focus on something besides being sick. “You had a dog?”
“No. But my sisters and I used to pet-sit for a neighbor. I was terrible at it. I wonder if we should get our kid a puppy, though.”
“That’s sweet. But maybe we’ll stick to stuffed animals at first.” She sat up and reached for the soda, taking it from him. “I’m starting to feel better now.”
His gaze locked on to hers. “Are you sure?”
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