Page 45 of Rainshadow Road

Sam laughed quietly. “That’s normal, I guess.”

“My biggest worry is Holly. I don’t want her to feel shoved aside. I wanted some time to focus on her, for me and Maggie to do things with just her.”

“I think Holly needs just the opposite,” Sam said. “I mean, hell, Mark, she’s had the two of us—and sometimes Alex—focused entirely on her for a year. The poor kid could probably use a break. With a baby coming into the picture, Holly will have some company. She’ll love it.”

A doubtful glance. “You think so?”

“How could she not? A mom, a dad, and a baby brother or sister—a perfect family.”

Mark worked the stain into the wainscoting. A couple of minutes passed before he could bring himself to admit what was really bothering him. “I hope to God I can be good enough for them, Sam.”

Sam understood. When you came from a family as dysfunctional as theirs, you had no idea how to do things. There was no template, no trove of memories to call on when you needed to know how to handle something. You wanted a guarantee that you wouldn’t somehow end up like one or the other of your parents. But there were no guarantees. There was only the hope that if you did everything the opposite of how you were raised, maybe things would turn out okay.

“You’re already good enough,” Sam said.

“I’m not ready to be a father. I’m worried as hell that I’m going to drop the ball.”

“Don’t worry about dropping the ball. It’s dropping the baby that causes problems.”

Mark scowled. “I’m trying to tell you that I think I’m more screwed up than I seem.”

“I’ve never doubted that,” Sam said, and grinned at his expression. Sobering, he continued, “You, Alex, and I are all screwed up by virtue of being Nolans. But you’re the one most likely to turn out okay. I can picture you being a pretty decent father. Which is a miracle, and a hell of a lot more than I could say about Alex or me.”

“I had it better than you and Alex,” Mark said after a moment. “Mom and Dad weren’t as bad early on in their marriage. It was only after Alex was born that they became raging alcoholics. So I had the benefit of… well, it wasn’t exactly family life… but it was as close as the Nolans ever got. You had no one.”

“I had the Harbisons,” Sam pointed out.

Mark paused in the middle of dipping a paintbrush. “I’d forgotten about them.”

“I’d be as bad off as Alex,” Sam said, “maybe even worse, if it weren’t for them. Fred had no kids of his own, but he knew a lot more about being a dad than ours. Which leads back to what I was saying… you’re going to do fine.”

“How do you know?”

“Remember when we first got Holly and she was bouncing off the walls at tenP.M., and the pediatrician had to explain to us what ‘overtired’ meant?”

“Yeah. What does that have to do with it?”

“Only that we knew nothing about raising kids, not even the most basic stuff. But in spite of that, Holly’s doing great. You’ve been more than good enough. So you’ll just have to keep figuring it out as you go along, which as far as I can tell is what most parents do. And if you’re going to err on the side of anything, err on the side of love. Because that’s the point of all of this, isn’t it? You’re getting another person in your life to love.”

“Jesus, you get sentimental when you’re high on paint fumes.” But Mark’s face had relaxed, and he smiled. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“So considering all this advice you’re giving me… are you going to change your mind at some point?”

“About getting married? Hell, no. I like women too much to do that to one of them. I’m not cut out for it any more than Alex is.”

“Hey… have you seen Alex recently?”

“A few nights ago,” Sam said. “Just for a minute.”

“How’s he doing?”

“He’s overtired.”

A grim smile touched Mark’s face. “Lately every time I see Alex, he’s at least halfway tanked.”

“I think that’s the only way he can face life.” Sam paused. “He’s hard up for cash now. Darcy cleaned him out.”

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