and comfort him, especially when he’s teething like he is now.”
Aiden leaned against the door frame, acting as a barrier in case Oliver decided to escape. “Is that why he drools so much?”
Sarah smiled and sat on the floor with Oliver, tucking her legs beneath her, her dress flounced around her. “My mother used to say that’s not drool. It’s the sugar melting.”
Aiden wasn’t prone to smiling, let alone laughing, at things that were quaint and homey. But he couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to. He drank in the vision of Sarah. She was so different from every woman he’d ever known. She was beautiful, but not made up. Eloquent, but not pretentious. There was no hidden agenda, nor did she seem concerned with impressing him. She just came right out with it, but didn’t mow people over with her ideas. She simply stated what she found to be best, in a manner that made it seem as if it were the only logical choice.
Sarah again looked around the room. “We should probably order a crib online and see how quickly we can have it delivered, along with some other necessities. He’ll need a dresser, a changing table. You should probably invest in a rocking chair for this room.” She began counting on her fingers. “Then there’s clothes, diapers, formula, bottles, toys, bath supplies, baby laundry detergent.”
“Special laundry detergent?”
Pressing her lips together, she nodded. “When he’s crying in the middle of the night, you don’t want to be wondering if it’s because his skin is irritated. One less thing to worry about.”
Just when he thought he was getting a handle on things, a new spate of information came down the pike. “Like I said before, it’d be great if you could make some lists. You can use the computer in my home office and get a lot of that ordered.”
“We need to call the nanny agency, too. They probably don’t take calls after five on a Friday. Sounds like we have a busy night ahead of us. Oliver’s going to need a bath, too.” Oliver crawled over to Sarah with a stuffed toy in his hand and showed it to her.
Aiden’s cell phone rang with a call from his sister Anna. “Excuse me for a minute. I need to make sure this isn’t anything important.”
“Sure thing. I’ll call the nanny agency and Oliver can play. Avoiding outlets, of course.”
“Right. The outlets.” Gotta deal with that, ASAP. He accepted the call and stepped out into the hall. “Anna, hi. Everything okay?”
“I was calling to ask you the same thing. Is everything going well with Sarah and Oliver? I can’t believe it, Aiden. A baby. It’s so amazing. Are you just bursting at the seams?”
Aiden wandered into his room and sat on the leather bench at the foot of the bed. “More like my brain is about to implode. I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel. At least you’ve had time to get used to the idea of becoming a parent. It’s only been a few hours for me.”
“I’m sure it will take some time, but I’m so excited for you. You know, the minute I looked into Oliver’s eyes, I knew he was yours. He looks just like you. It’s going to blow Mom’s mind when she sees him.”
Oh no. The one thing he hadn’t yet taken into account. “Please tell me you haven’t said anything to Mom. Or Adam for that matter, but especially not Mom. I need to figure out how best to deal with this.”
“I haven’t said a peep.”
He exhaled a little too loudly, if only to make the weight of dealing with his mother subside. “Good.” His mind often raced at the mere mention of his mom, thoughts quickly mired in bad memories and sad stories. He couldn’t fathom the moment when she’d meet the son he hadn’t known he had. Would he feel better about his suspicions, a misgiving he’d shared with no one other than Anna? Or would he feel worse? Either way, his mother’s reaction to Oliver would be telling. If she accepted him unconditionally, he’d always wonder why she hadn’t treated him the same way. If she rejected him, he’d have a hard time not blowing up at her.
“When are you going to tell her?” Anna asked.
“Tomorrow. Or maybe Sunday. I need time to get us settled.” He rested his elbows on his knees. “Sarah’s calling the nanny agency, we have an entire nursery of furniture to order and I’m apparently in Daddy School after that. I have to learn how to change a diaper and give him a bath.”
Anna tittered.
“What’s so funny?”
“I like the image of you bathing a baby. It’s sweet. And unlike anything I ever imagined you doing.”
“You and me both. I never thought I’d have kids.” Not after everything with Dad.
“Sometimes life gives us unexpected gifts. I felt like that when I got pregnant.”
Anna was carrying a miracle baby. Her doctor had told her it would be nearly impossible to conceive and even more difficult to carry a pregnancy to term, but she was doing great. “I hear you. I’m still getting used to it.”
“Well, promise me you won’t keep Oliver to yourself. I want to see him, too. I could even come over and take care of him if you need help. I could bring Jacob. It would be great practice for us.”
Anna always managed to take the edge off his greatest concerns. Even if he’d come back to New York and everything had been a total disaster with the rest of his family, he still would’ve forged a better relationship with Anna. “Thanks. I’ll definitely need your help after Sarah leaves.”
“She’s staying for ten whole days? How’d you convince her to do that? She seemed hell-bent on only being in town through the weekend when we first talked.”
“We made a deal. She gives me ten days and I help her with her business.” Aiden then realized that his sister might be able to help. Before she’d taken a job at LangTel, she’d been CFO for a company that manufactured women’s workout clothes. “Did Sarah happen to tell you what she does?”
“She did. And the idea of you helping her with it is almost as amusing as the image of you giving Oliver a bath.”
“I’m glad you find my life changes so entertaining right now. Do you think you could help me out with some contacts in the garment industry? I haven’t talked to Sarah about it that much, but I know she needs manufacturing and warehousing and distribution. Maybe you know someone I could call.”
“Oh, absolutely. Let me think about it and I’ll email you a list.”
“Perfect.” One thing he could check off his to-do list. “God only knows how I’ll get any work done on Monday when I’m back at the office. I doubt I’ll get much rest this weekend.”
“Don’t worry about that. Work can wait. You’re a dad now. That’s the most important thing.”
Sitting on the floor in Oliver’s room, Sarah ended her call with the nanny agency. She leaned down and kissed the baby’s head. He’d been playing quietly in her lap for a few minutes. “Guess what? Your daddy’s going to hire
