On the wall, there were paint swatches.
There was no doubt that she would be a good mother. It was funny how with Sarah, he always said no because he didn’t think she’d be able to mother anyone.
Was that why he was so anti-kids?
In here, he could see that Eve was being very maternal, making sure their child had a good start.
Now, he was curious.
“When do you find out the gender of the baby?” he asked.
Eve didn’t lie.
“Tomorrow.”
Dakota didn’t push.
He was lucky she was even letting him see the inside of their house to help put their child’s crib together.
Heading to the box with the picture of the crib, he pulled a knife out, and carefully sliced it open.
“It won’t take me long. I’m good with my hands.”
Oh, she recalled.
And that was the problem.
“Thanks for helping me.”
He smiled at her, wishing to every deity known to mankind that she’d forgive him.
“No worries, Eve. It’s the least I can do. You’re growing a child. I’ll put the things together for you to help out, and anything else you need from me.”
Yeah, about that.
“What are you doing, Dakota?” she asked.
He kept working as he tried to figure out an answer to that question. Honestly, he wasn’t sure. His brothers told him to keep showing up, and he would, but he wasn’t sure this would work.
She.
Was.
Pissed.
He began putting the crib together before he answered her question.
“I’m trying to be your friend. Everyone needs someone.”
And there it was.
“Jinx told you.”
He shook his head.
“No, she absolutely never told me about you being here. Like I said, I saw you from the park, and let’s just say it was a shock.”
“Yeah, well, it was for me too when I saw you on my doorstep.”