Page 80 of Love Unforgettable
“Don’t laugh, it means I’m happy.”
“I think that’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“That why you had tears in your eyes when I was telling you?”
“Nah. That’s just ‘cause someone was dilling my pickle.”
“That’s not how you say it.”
“It’s my pickle, I can say it however I want to.” She giggles.
“Mommy?”
We hear the little voice of Paisley from the back seat. I’d almost forgotten about her.
“If you can get her out, I’ll undo the car seat, and carry both in.”
“I can carry her,” Lexie says. I look at her. She holds her hands up in concession. “Okay, you carry both.” I nod and move to undo the seat.
I get Paisley situated, grab the seat with my other hand, and we head into the hospital.
“Maternity?” I say to the person at the front desk.
She gives us the floor number and we head up. Lexie tells the nurses station in the maternity ward who she is and who Paisley is; we find out that Elise is in surgery, and Trevor left a while ago to retrieve Paisley from the car. Lexie tries to call Trevor, but he still has her number blocked. She asks the nurse to call him and let him know we have Paisley. Then we sit down to wait. Paisley has long since fallen asleep on my shoulder. Lexie lays her head on my other shoulder, and I smooth her hair with my free hand, feeling her relax a little bit more with each passing minute.
It allows me the opportunity to fantasize about if this was my life. Me and Lexie, with our daughter, waiting for something. Both using me as a pillow. It’s a nice feeling.
One that doesn’t last long because a minute later, Trevor blows into the room.
