Page 13 of Unexpected Arrivals

Her forehead lined, and she looked away. “Why didn’t you ever call Carol again after that weekend?”

“I went overseas.”

“You were overseas the entire time?”

“No.” I shook my head. “After my weekend with her, I was gone for two months.”

“But you didn’t try to call her when you got back,” she stated, and I thought I caught a little bit of anger in her voice.

“No, I didn’t. Carol knew that I probably wasn’t going to.”

“You know, that’s pretty rude.” She glared at me. “You spend a romantic weekend with her and then just walk away, never call her again.”

“Hey.” I reached out and touched the knee that she had curled under her. “Carol knew that our weekend was just that. A weekend of fun.”

“Fun? You got her pregnant, and it killed her. How much fun is that?” I heard the anger in her voice.

“She said she was on birth control, Davina. I didn’t do it intentionally, and if I had known that she was pregnant, I would have been in touch with her.”

“Would you? Would you have wanted her to have the baby knowing that it could kill her?”

“What? No! I would never have asked her to do that.”

“So, you would have tried to talk her into ending the pregnancy.”

I paused, letting my gaze drop to Devon. Would I have? Probably. “Maybe, yes.”

She nodded slowly and pulled the bottle away from Devon’s lips. It was empty. “Do you have a burp rag?”

“Yeah.” I climbed off the couch and went to retrieve one from the table. It was one of the things that Lexi had picked up. I handed it to her, but she shook her head.

“No, you put it on your shoulder, and you burp him. I got him quiet, and now you can do the rest.”

I froze. “You aren’t going to leave now, are you?”

“No, I’m going to work. I’ll let you get some sleep and keep an eye on him while you do.”

I took the squirmy baby from her arms and put him against my shoulder. He wiggled around until his head was tucked against my neck, and I slowly started to pat his back. “I appreciate that.”

It only took a couple of minutes before Devon let out a big burp, and then he grunted, and his entire body vibrated as a loud pft sounded through the room. I stared at Davina. “What the hell was that?”

She grinned at me. “Oh, you haven’t had a poopy diaper yet?”

I shook my head.

“Then you’re in for a treat. Where is his changing pad?”

“It’s on the table.”

She stared at me. “You aren’t changing him on the table, are you?”

I glanced at the table as a rotten smell hit my nose. “Um, yeah, why?”

“Because he could roll off.” She went to the table and collected the pad along with a diaper and the package of wipes. She dropped them all on the floor. “Change him on the floor.”

I stared down at my white carpet. Did I want to change a dirty diaper on my white carpeting? I guess I didn’t have any choice. I slowly got down as she shifted the items so that they were between my legs.

“Now what?”

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