“I’m sure Presley is relieved that you’re not in Denver anymore,” he said.
“Yeah. That would never have worked long term.”
My brother nodded.
I never quite knew what he was thinking when he mentioned her name. The ironic thing about our situation? It was a woman predicament that had torn Tanner and me apart, and it was a woman predicament that had brought us together again. I’d never forget that night. A few months after Tanner and I had our blowout in Denver, Presley and I had been hanging out at The Palm during one of my quick trips home in between games. Tanner had called my cell phone for the first time since we’d stopped speaking. He’d asked if we could meet up to talk.
I’d been certain he was going to use that opportunity to ream me out again for ruining his life, but the conversation turned out to have nothing to do with me. My brother had called because he was desperate for advice and needed a shoulder to lean on after receiving news that knocked the wind out of him.
Arielle, the woman he’d hooked up with back in Colorado, had called him out of the blue to tell him she’d gotten pregnant from their one night together. Tanner had been freaking out, and I’d done my best to calm him down and assure him that even the worst-case scenario—that the baby was indeed his—wouldn’t be the end of the world.
I’d promised him he’d grow to love the kid just as much as he loved Alex. He’d asked me not to tell anyone until he could confirm that her claim was legit. As much as it had been a nightmare, the fact that he’d turned to me in his darkest hour proved our bond was still there. That night had been a turning point.
Tanner ended up flying to Denver to arrange for a gestational paternity test, which confirmed that he was indeed the father of Arielle’s baby. He’d stayed with me at my house there during that trip, and also a few times after that—whenever he’d come to visit Arielle and accompany her to appointments. The following June, my nephew, Eli James Miller, was born. Even after months of mentally preparing, my brother still didn’t seem to know what had hit him. He’d moved to Beaufort to be closer to Alex, and now he had another son across the country to look after. It was the craziest twist of fate and proof of life’s unpredictability.
During one of his trips to see the baby, he and Arielle had decided to start dating to see where their relationship might go. It had started for the sake of their son, but over time, they fell for each other. Arielle agreed to move to South Carolina, which meant a lot to my brother. I couldn’t tell you whether Tanner would remain faithful to Arielle. He’d yet to pop the question. But I could only hope that at some point, he’d grow up and settle down for good without messing things up.
Tanner lifted Eli out of the highchair. “Well, it’s been nice, Millers, but this guy here needs a diaper change. And the bathroom here sucks, so…”
I chuckled. I’d never gotten a chance to witness my brother as father to a baby since I wasn’t around when Alex was small. It cracked me up to think of him changing diapers.
“Say hi to Arielle,” I told him.
“I will. She wants to have you guys over soon.”
“Anytime. I’ll send you my schedule.”
“Cool.” He looked over at Alex. “I’ll pick you up Friday, buddy.”
Alex spent every other weekend at Tanner’s and loved hanging out with his little brother.
“Bye, Dad.”
When Alex and I returned to The Palm, I found Presley in the bedroom we planned to turn into a nursery. My woman was four months pregnant with our first child, and I was over-the-moon excited. Presley and I had gotten married here at The Palm this past summer during the off-season. It was an intimate ceremony with just our closest friends and family—and yes, that had included Tanner. Presley and I danced to one of Gramps’s old recordings for our first song and swapped wedding cake for a tower of peach cobbler. It was the perfect day, without a cloud in the sky.
“What are you up to?” I said as I wrapped my arms around her in the nearly empty bedroom.
“I’ve just been putting some paint swatches up against the wall, trying to decide on a neutral color. It would be easier if we knew the gender, though.”
“My point exactly.” I glared at her teasingly.
We’d argued a lot about this lately because I wanted so badly to know what we were having, while Presley hadn’t been able to decide if she wanted to find out. She kept going back and forth between leaving it as a surprise or throwing a gender-reveal party.
“I think I still want it to be a surprise,” she said.
I kissed her forehead. “Then a surprise it will be.”
At the last ultrasound, the technician had written the gender down on a folded piece of paper that Presley had tucked away in an empty cookie jar in the kitchen, both of us vowing not to touch it until we’d made a firm decision.
“How did lunch go?” she asked.
“It was good. Eli is getting so big.”
“He must be.”
“They want to have us over soon,” I said.
“Wow. Okay.” She nodded. “That’ll be good, I guess. For Alex, especially, you know?”
“Yup.” I squeezed her tighter. “I missed you today.”
She sighed into my shoulder, and when she looked up at me, I sensed worry in her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Honestly, I’ve been a little anxious lately.”
“About what?”
“Everything is going so perfectly. I sometimes worry it’s inevitable that something bad is going to happen. I think it might be my hormones. Every time you travel now, I’m anxious every second until you get home.”
I pulled back to examine her face. “How come you haven’t told me this before?”
“I guess I don’t want you to worry about me worrying.”
“You’re right. I don’t like to think that you’re nervous when I’m gone. But I guess it goes to show how much you love me.” I knelt down and kissed her stomach. “A part of my heart is in this body, you know.”
She ran her fingers through my hair. There was no better feeling than knowing I’d get to sleep next to her tonight. I lived for every moment spent with her at The Palm and longed for the day I could feel comfortable kissing my career goodbye in exchange for the freedom of being able to see my family whenever I damn well pleased. But I had a few more years left to bring home the bacon first.
I stood up. “You know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think some ice cream is in order to get you out of this anxious mood.”
She rubbed her belly. “I could go for that.”
Taking my hand, Presley followed me into the kitchen.
I called Alex down and served them both bowls of mint chip before scooping some out for myself. We ate together at the table while Alex told us about some of the things happening at school.
Then Fern waltzed into the kitchen.
“Want some ice cream, Fern?” I asked.
“No, thanks. Just lookin’ to make some tea. Got a bit of a sore throat.”
When she went over to the counter, she opened the cookie jar.
“Don’t open that!” Presley yelled.
“Why not?” she asked.