“Exactly,” I said.
So, what now?
Neither of us said anything for what felt like a long time.
“I miss you,” Natalie said.
“I miss you too,” I said. The cabin was too quiet. Too empty.
“Can I come over tomorrow?”
“Yeah, do you want to have brunch or something?” I asked.
“That sounds perfect,” she said.
We coordinated when I would pick her up.
“I should let you go,” she said.
“You don’t have to. I’m not doing anything,” I said.
“Me neither,” she said. “It took almost an hour to get all the presents back to Gretchen’s place. I swear, they’re going to have to rent a storage unit for all the baby stuff. She’s happy now, though, because they can plan the nursery with the decorator.”
“How was everything with Wyatt?” I asked.
“She’s not happy with him, that’s for sure, so he’s in for a whole lot of groveling until she’s decided she’s had enough.”
I wasn’t going to lie, I enjoyed the idea of Wyatt groveling. It was good for him.
“He’d better step up. If he thinks things are hard now, just wait until that baby comes,” I said.
“I know,” she said.
We talked all into the night about our future niece, about all the people we’d seen at the party, and other silly things.
It was such a relief to be talking to her again. Even just an afternoon of weirdness had taken a toll on me.
Something was happening between us, and I wasn’t going to put any parameters or definitions on it. Not yet. Everything was new and confusing, but good. Very, very good.
* * *
My heart leapt in my chest when Natalie walked out the door and got in my car the next day.
“Hi,” I said, smiling so big that I thought my face was going to crack.
“Hey,” she said. We both sat there and stared at each other for a moment and then burst out laughing.
“I don’t know what to do anymore,” I said.
“I know,” she agreed.
“Let’s go to your place and we can figure it out there.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
* * *
“Wow, it’s so clean in here,” she said when we walked into the cabin.