“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.”
Four
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 someone very nice to take care of you. Won’t that be great?”
Oliver gnawed on a plastic teething ring, not interested in much else.
Sarah swept his soft curls to the side. “She’ll play with you and take you for walks in the park and sing songs to you. Just like I do.” Her voice wobbled as Oliver peeked up at her with wide eyes. She wrinkled her nose and forced herself to smile, if only to stop tears from gathering. The thought of leaving Oliver was as unhappy as it was inevitable. Getting attached to children who weren’t her own was no longer part of her self-destructive pattern. Nor was getting wrapped up in the life of a single dad. The sooner she left Oliver with Aiden, the better.
“It really is too bad that you can’t just stay and be his nanny,” Aiden said.
Sarah nearly fainted. First out of surprise at his voice, then from the view as she slanted her sights to him. Leaning against the door frame, he stood there like he could hold up the whole world that way. He’d changed clothes. In a long-sleeved black T-shirt and a pair of jeans with a dark wash, he was now at a level of casual she hadn’t pondered, although he had to take off the suit at some point. That thought sent her brain skipping ahead, especially now that she could better see the contours of his shoulders and how well-defined his chest was. No doubt about it—Aiden Langford logged his fair share of time in the gym.
Cut it out. The things cycling through her mind were not good—thoughts of peeling away his T-shirt and smoothing her hands over his chest, kissing him. Her curiosity was getting the best of her, and his presence was making it worse. Unfortunately, his expression was just as irresistible as the rest of the package—a look that said he didn’t care what anyone else thought about, well, anything. Sarah could hardly keep her jaw in a place that suggested some measure of decorum. Forget ladylike—right now she was going for not ogling him like a sex-starved loon.