Page 137 of Crazy Imperfect Hearts

I slip a hand into his. “Itishome. And it’s incredible.”

“You haven’t seen the best part.”

He grins and motions to the closet.

I smile in anticipation and then race over to open the sliding door. I’m bowled over in surprise for the umpteenth time today when I take in a walk-in closet full of baby clothes. This closet is a fraction of the master bedroom one, but there are still rows and rows of rods, a large bank of drawers, and a wall of cubbies. Every nook and cranny of drawer and cubby space is filled, as is every inch of the hanging rods.

I open each and every drawer. They are filled with onesies, rompers, matching sets of shirts and pants—clothes for all seasons and in sizes up to toddler. Never in a million years would I have expected him to be so completely immersed in our child that he would do this.

I turn. “You couldn’t have possibly done all this yourself.”

“My mom was in heaven when I asked her to help me. Allie helped too. She wasn’t quite so enthusiastic, though.” His brows knit together. “In fact, it was strange. She seemed almost sadevery time she was here setting up the room. She’s always been so great with Maisy and Charlie. I thought she’d be thrilled to be getting another nephew.”

I shrug. “They were both older when they came into her life. Maybe babies scare her. She’ll get used to him and love him just as much as his cousins.”

“Yeah. I’m sure she will.”

I walk back out into the nursery. “I love it. All of it. Except maybe this.” I pick up a hideous-looking stuffed… something. “What is this?”

“It’s a groundhog. You do know our kid was born on February second, right?”

A hand covers my laugh. “I hadn’t even thought of that.”

He chuckles. “I fear our son may be cursed by many more of these to come in his lifetime. I figured we better get him used to it now.”

“You thought of everything.” Tears pool in my eyes. “What could I ever give him that you haven’t thought of?”

He wraps his arms around me. “The one thing nobody else can give him.You. You can give himyou. You’re already the best mom to him.”

“I miss him so much. Even though we only left thirty minutes ago, I miss him like it’s been days. Weeks. I want to be with him all the time.”

“I know.” He kisses my head. “Me too.”

“Lucas?”

“Yeah?”

I extricate myself from his arms, sit in the glider-rocker in the corner, and pull a nearby stuffed animal into my lap. “What if… what if I told you I never want to be apart from him? Would you call me crazy?”

“Of course not. I just told you I get it.”

I shake my head. “That’s not what I mean.” I blow out a stress-filled breath.

He gets on his knees next to me. “What is it, Ray?”

“I know you just asked me to live here, and this is all so new and who knows what the future will bring. But Ryder wants to open a pot shop and even my mom and dad think it would be a good idea and he’s going to live there and I’ll be here and I don’t want to work at a pot shop and then again I don’t really want to work atBooktiqueand be away from Mitchell so—”

Lucas puts a finger to my lips. “Regan, you’re all over the place. Just spit it out.”

“I want—” I hide my eyes behind my hands. “I know it will be a huge imposition and maybe it’s totally stupid and I’ll end up hating it but—”

“Ray?” He chuckles. “Are you saying you want to be a stay-at-home mom?”

I dare to look at him. “Is it a terrible idea?”

“Are you kidding?” His face lights up. “It’s an incredible idea.”

“But the financial burden would fall completely on you.”

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