Tammy’s eyes darted toward the doorway. “Shouldn’t we serve dessert?”
Rachel swallowed. “The men have working legs. If they want pie, they can come and get it.”
Tammy chuckled and picked up her coffee, cradling the mug in both hands.
“Before I started dating Scott, I lived with someone. He was my boyfriend in law school. We talked about getting married, buying a house, the whole white-picket-fence thing. Then I got pregnant.”
Julia shifted uncomfortably on the bar stool, her eyes on the floor.
Tammy gave her friends a wistful look. “Scott told me that he was a surprise, but his parents were happy about it. I wish I’d had the chance to meet Grace. She sounds like a wonderful woman.”
“She was,” said Rachel. “Gabriel wasn’t planned either. My parents took him in after his mother died and later adopted him. It isn’t the planning that matters. It’s what happens after.”
Tammy nodded. “We’d talked about having kids. We both wanted children. Then, all of a sudden, Eric decided he wasn’t ready. He thought I got pregnant to trap him.”
“As if you got pregnant all by yourself.” Diane waved her fork in the air.
Julia said nothing, ashamed of the fact that she sympathized with Eric’s lack of readiness, although she deplored his actions.
“Eric gave me an ultimatum—the baby or him. When I hesitated, he left.”
“Asshole,” muttered Rachel.
“I was devastated. I knew the pregnancy wasn’t my entire responsibility, but I felt like I should have been more careful. I considered an abortion, but Eric was already gone. And deep down, I was happy about being a mom.”
Once again, Julia squirmed, struck by the sincerity of Tammy’s tone.
“I couldn’t afford the rent on my own, so I moved back with my parents. I felt like such a failure—pregnant, single, living at home. I used to cry myself to sleep thinking that no man would ever want me.”
“I’m so sorry.” Julia’s eyes began to water.
Tammy reached over and hugged her.
“Things got better. But I’ll never forgive Eric for signing away his parental rights. Now Quinn will never know his father.”
“Sperm donors aren’t fathers,” Rachel interjected. “Richard didn’t contribute genetic material to Gabriel, but he’s his father.”
“I don’t know who contributed genetic material to Gabriel, but he must have been good looking because that boy is fine.” Diane gestured toward the living room. “Not as fine as my man, but then, no one is.”
Julia giggled uncomfortably as she contemplated the notion that someone found her dad to be “fine.”
Tammy continued. “I was lucky I had a job. I worked at the district attorney’s office with Scott. We went out a couple of times while I was pregnant. We were just friends, but he was so sweet to me. I thought that once I had the baby, I wouldn’t hear from him again. But he came to see me a few weeks after Quinn was born. He asked me out and I was smitten.”
“He was smitten with you too, as I recall.” Rachel grinned. “He was in deep smit.”
Tammy touched her engagement ring, moving the band back and forth on her finger. “I was breast-feeding the baby, so I had to pump before he picked me up. My parents babysat. But Scott never made me feel awkward or weird. He saw me as a person, a woman, instead of simply a mom. I guess he had a little crush on me when I was with Eric.” She looked at her friends and smiled.
“I was so nervous about meeting you all. I was worried about what you’d think. But you were so welcoming.” She glanced at Julia. “I didn’t meet Gabriel until later, but he was nice, too. Even when Quinn ruined his suit.”
“You should have seen him before he met Julia.” Rachel made a face. “He would have handed Quinn the dry cleaning bill.”
Julia was about to protest on Gabriel’s behalf, when Tammy spoke again. “I can’t imagine Gabriel doing that. He’s wonderful with Quinn. And Scott? Well, fatherhood does something to a man. To a good man,” she clarified. “Scott gets down on the floor and wrestles with Quinn. He’s playful and gentle. It’s a whole different side to him.”
Julia pondered Tammy’s remarks, wondering what Gabriel would be like as a father.
“I can’t wait to have a girl.” Tammy smiled to herself. “Scott will treat her like a princess.”
“You want more kids?” Rachel asked, her eyebrows lifting in surprise.
“Yes. I think two kids will be enough for us, but if I have another boy, I’d like to try for a girl.”
At that moment, Scott entered the kitchen, carrying a sleepy twenty-one-month-old boy. He nodded at the other women before walking over to Tammy. “I think it’s bedtime.”
Julia smiled at the contrast between Scott, who was six foot three and strongly built, and the small blond angel he cradled protectively.