a room decorated in all the frills and with toys waiting for a baby. He’d listened to enough mothers talk about what they had done in the baby’s room or were going to do to know that Phoebe was far behind in her preparations.
She placed her hand on the box. “This is the bed.”
“Great. I’ll get it put together.”
Walking to the door, she looked back at him. “You didn’t have to agree to this, but I really appreciate you doing it.”
“Not a problem.”
He’d been working for an hour when Phoebe returned to stand in the doorway. His back was to her but he felt her presence.
“I brought you something to drink.” She moved to the desk and placed the drink on it.
Ryan stood from where he’d been tightening a screw on the back of the bed. He picked up the glass, took a long swallow of water and put it back on the desk again.
Phoebe had an odd look on her face that quickly disappeared.
Ryan said, “I guess I’m doing pretty well. I don’t think I’m going to have but two screws and one thingamajig left over.”
She laughed.
Had he ever heard anything more beautiful? It was almost musical. He vowed then to give her a reason to laugh often.
“My father always said that if you didn’t have parts left over then you didn’t put it together correctly.”
“Where did you grow up?”
“In a small town about fifty miles from here.”
“Is that where you met JT?”
“Yeah. We had a military base nearby. I worked at a local restaurant and Joshua and some of his mates came in for dinner one night and sat at my table.”
“And, as they say, the rest was history.”
“Yes, it was. I was wondering if … uh, you might like to stay for dinner? I do most of my cooking on the weekends so that I don’t have to stand up any more than necessary during the week. How do grilled lamb chops with three vegetables sound?”
When had been the last time he’d eaten a home-cooked meal? Ryan couldn’t remember. He grabbed what he did eat from the hospital cafeteria or from a fast-food place. The thought of sitting down to a real meal was more than he could resist. “That sounds great.”
“Good. Then I’ll go finish up.”
She’d already moved to leave when he said, “Phoebe, I couldn’t help but notice that you don’t have this room set up for a baby.”
Making a slow turn, she faced him. “I don’t need you to make me feel ashamed. I bet you think I sank so far into feeling sorry for myself that I didn’t pay attention to getting ready for the baby. I was still in shock over Joshua when I found out I was pregnant. I just couldn’t bring myself to do anything for a while. Anyway, it has been pushed back. Maybe I’ll have time to do something after the baby comes.”
That wasn’t going to happen. Ryan had also heard the new mothers talking about how they never got anything done any more. “I didn’t mean to make you feel ashamed or defensive. I was thinking I could help. I see you have paint. How about letting me do the walls for you? I could also move this desk and chair to where you want it and the books.”
“I hate to have you do all that.”
“I don’t mind. All you’d have to do is tell me where to put everything.”
She rested her hand on her middle. A wistful look came to her eyes. “It would be nice to have the room ready for the baby. I had planned to buy some stuff for the walls.”
“We could do that together.” It was the least he could do for Joshua. This was practical stuff that needed doing. He had a strong back and could take care of them. He couldn’t fix the fact she was having this baby all by herself but he could help with the everyday aspects of adding a new person to her household.
“That sounds like I’m asking too much.”
“You’re not asking. I volunteered. I’d like to do it. If JT were here, he’d be doing it. This will be my way of helping him out, like he did me.”
Her eyes darkened for a second and then she nodded. “Then thanks. I’ll gladly accept your help, but I’m going to warn you that you may wish you hadn’t.”
“How’s that?”
“I have so many ideas for this room you’ll get tired of me telling you what to do.”
“We’ll see. I’ll be through here in about ten minutes, then I’d like to get started on the painting. Do you have any paint supplies?”
“They’re in the shed in the backyard. When you get done, come to the kitchen and I’ll take you out and show you where they are.”
“Will do.”
He watched her leave. Even with the bulk she carried she had a graceful stride. What had possessed him to get this caught up in doing a baby’s room? He made a practice of not getting involved.
Guilt, pure and simple.
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