“I know that, honey. It hurts like hell sometimes, doesn’t it?”
Together, hand in hand, they walked across the wet grass and went into the house.
Lauren immediately went to the stereo and turned on the music. It was still set to her favorite station. An old Aerosmith song pulsed through the speakers, rocked the house with sound. She turned it down quickly, but not fast enough.
Conlan came thundering down the stairs, stumbled into the living room. “What the hell’s the racket?”
Lauren froze, looked up at him. Her smile slipped. “Hey, Conlan, I—”
He ran across the room and pulled her into his arms. He twirled her around until both of them were laughing. “It’s about time,” he said.
“She’s back,” Angie said, patting the baby gently, smiling at the noise. She looked over at the Winnie-the-Pooh lamp on the counter. At last it would light a baby’s room. “Our girl’s come home.”