I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.
The moment he was clicked into the harness, I left the nursery, not bothering with a goodbye.
Drake cried the entire walk to the door, and when we stepped outside into the snow, he just got angrier. Tears flooded my eyes as I hustled him into the Volvo. Then I was behind the wheel, reversing away.
One block away, I glanced in the rearview to see Knox’s truck close behind. In the disaster that was daily daycare pickup, I’d forgotten he’d been following me home. But as the roads turned icy and the blizzard seemed to intensify on the highway, I was glad to have his headlights each time I looked in my mirrors.
The wind rattled the car’s windows. The noise did little to improve Drake’s mood and he continued to cry. When I finally reached the turnout to Juniper Hill, I breathed. Almost home.
Except it wasn’t my home, was it? It was Knox’s home.
I’d come all this way to start a new life. I’d moved across the country. And just over two months later, I was living under a roof I did not own. To steal Jill’s words, I was shacked up.
What happened if Knox decided we were too much of a burden? That he wanted his single, easy life back?
Every doubt, every insecurity, plagued me on the drive home. Every day. My nerves shook like the trees in the wind as I drove down the gravel road. The house came into view and I hit the button for the garage, easing inside. I had Drake out and the handle of his seat over my arm as Knox parked in his own space.
“What’s wrong with Drake?” he asked, stepping out of his truck.
“Nothing.” I waved it off.
He knew it was a lie, but he stayed quiet, leading the way to his house and closing the door when we were all inside.
“We’re adding on to the house.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t like having to haul him through the snow to get inside.” He bent and unbuckled Drake, lifting him out. Only when he was in Knox’s arms did the crying stop.
Of course he stopped crying. He was with his second-favorite person.
I was a reluctant third.
“Memphis.”
“Knox.” I walked past him, taking the car seat and Drake’s daycare bag to the guest bedroom.
My solitude was short lived. Knox’s footsteps came into the room. “You walked out of that daycare on the verge of tears.”
“Yeah, well . . .” I set the bag down and pulled out the dirty bottles. Heaven forbid Jill actually rinse them out for me.
“That’s normal.”
“Why is that normal?”
“Because Jill, my daycare lady, loves Drake.” I threw up my hands. “She loves him. She spoils him. And any other mother would just be happy that her baby is loved and spoiled, but it hurts me. It hurts me that he’d rather stay with her than come home with me. And it hurts me that we don’t really have a home to come home to. This is your home. I have no home.
And my only family member is a little boy who—”
“Loves you.” Knox stepped forward and handed me Drake, squashing the rest of my rambling outburst. Then he wrapped his arms around us both. “He loves you. Because you’re a good mother.”
I looked at my son, who’d stopped crying and was busy fisting a handful of my hair. His brown eyes were so big and expressive. His face so tiny and perfect. “He is my entire world. I just wanted to be his.”
“You are, honey.”
I met Knox’s blue gaze. “Am I?”
“Would I lie to you?”
No. The frustration seeped from my bones. “What happened to me? I used to be so confident. Now I question everything. I doubt myself constantly. And I hate it.”
“Hey.” He pulled me close and I burrowed into his chest, dragging in his spicy scent. His arms and that smell had been the only reasons I’d slept this week. He’d held me every night, our limbs twined, our bodies naked, until I’d shut down the fears and uncertainty to rest.
“Why do you want me?” I whispered. “I’m a mess.”
“Come with me.” He let me go and clasped my hand, leading us to the kitchen. Then he dragged a stool out from the island and patted the seat. “Hold Drake.”
I took my son and propped him on a knee, bouncing him gently.
On the weekends, it was easier to put him down. To let him chill on his play mat. Weekdays, after he’d spent eight or nine hours in Jill’s arms, it was harder for me to let go. So I held him and we both watched Knox round the island and pull food from the fridge and pantry.