“That’s what you said the last time,” Ethan grumbled.
Knowing her food was getting cold, she gestured for the portable tray and Adam wheeled it over to the bed, sliding the arm over her lap so she’d have a place to eat.
While she dug into the food, Ethan made phone calls to the boys and to Callie to let them know she was coming home that day.
Holly smiled in anticipation because she knew they’d all be waiting. All gathered in her home, just where she liked them.
CHAPTER 14
SETH, Michael, and Dillon stood across the room from the couch where Lily lay sound asleep, and they smiled. She was curled on her side, head nestled on one of the cushions.
They were all tired. The last few days had been nerve-racking as they’d waited for their mother to be released from the hospital. Now that she was finally home, the dads had banished all the children to their own homes to get some much-needed rest.
“This pregnancy seems to be kicking her ass,” Seth said in a low voice. “Even before the thing with Mom, I mean. I’m as nervous as hell over this. I don’t want her getting so beat down that she feels even for a moment like she did with Rose.”
Dillon’s expression grew fierce. “That ain’t going to happen. I don’t care if I have to sell the damn pub or have Callie take it over so I can spend every waking moment with Lily. I don’t want her to ever feel that kind of despair again.”
“I second that,” Michael said somberly. “She’s had a hard time coming to grips with this. I don’t think she was ready. Hell, I’m not even sure how she managed to get pregnant. I know birth control isn’t foolproof but it still has a pretty damn good success rate.”
“No sense belaboring that point now,” Seth said. “What’s important is how we make her feel from this point forward. I don’t want her to doubt, even for a moment, our commitment to her and our child. I want her to go into the delivery room knowing that she has absolutely nothing to worry about this time.”
Dillon nodded his agreement. His jaw was set into a fierce line and Seth knew he was probably already planning the next seven months and beyond. It wouldn’t surprise Seth whatsoever if Dillon did let the management of the pub go. However, he doubted Max would ever allow Callie to take over the running of it full-time, and in this instance Seth would fully support his brother-in-law. Callie didn’t need to be stuck behind the damn bar every night, nor did she need to be dragging home at all hours of the morning.
He’d had his doubts about Max being the dominant force in his relationship with Callie. It had pissed him off, truth be told. But Max adored and worshipped Callie, and it was hard to find fault with the hard-ass when he would cut off his right arm before ever allowing any harm to come to Callie.
“Has she been sick in the mornings?” Michael asked.
Michael often left early, before everyone else was out of bed, so he wasn’t around when Lily began her day. His workday started early at his veterinary clinic but he always made it a point to be home by the afternoon. It was a schedule they worked out together. Dillon, more often than not, worked evenings at the pub when things were busier. Callie covered some nights for him so he wasn’t always away from home. Seth could be called out at literally any hour of the day or night. His traditional hours were eight to five, but it was rare for him to stick to that schedule. As sheriff he was on call twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, rain or shine, holiday or not.
But they’d arranged it so that someone was always home with Lily, and now Seth was more grateful than ever that they’d taken those steps.
Dillon grimaced. “Some, yeah. The problem is that she’s been sick at all intervals of the day.”
Seth nodded. “Smells seem to do her in more than anything. Painting’s been hard for her in the past few days because the paint nauseates her.”