In His Eyes (Into You Book 2) by Julie Olivia

Author:Julie Olivia [Olivia, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-01-29T16:00:00+00:00

18

Nia

Five years ago

Some childhood games never die, and making blanket forts with your siblings is one of them, though building them in a hospital waiting room when one sibling could become a parent at any moment might be when the term “grow up” is applicable, which is exactly what my sister Sarah is whining to all of us as we pass pillows around.

It’s late at night—or maybe early in the morning—on Christmas Day, and all the Smith children are throwing hospital sheets and pillows across aisles of chairs to create a blanket palace fit for the arrival of Harry’s daughter, Cara.

“Lawrence, pillow me!” Harry yells, causing a pop to his head when the fluffy brick hits him square in the jaw.

The nurse at the window tsks, but that’s the extent of her reprimand. It’s Christmas, after all, and other waiting room occupants in the maternity ward are helping with our pillow neighborhood.

I pile the final blanket on a stack meant to form the ceiling of a very sad parapet.

“You tried,” Harry says with a smile.

“Don’t insult my pillow genius,” I say. “And what are you working on anyway?”

He points to the area nestled between two couch cushions as walls, a tiny throw tucked around the edges.

“A nursery,” he says. I grin back but instead of a sweet moment, we have Jamie and Lawrence crawling their way over, bypassing other makeshift “rooms” in the palace.

“You’re such a sap,” Lawrence says, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Who guessed baby brother Harry would be the first of us to have a kid?”

I smile to Harry. It’s a happy moment, one none of us expected but exciting all the same. Who isn’t excited to be an aunt or uncle? A grandparent? My heart swells and a buzz runs through me, but then it centers on my butt and I realize it’s just the phone in my back pocket, begging to be answered.

I tug it out and see an email in my work inbox. My stomach drops at the name. It’s been doing that a lot lately. Maybe I’m just desperate. Maybe my dry spell is finally catching up with me. All I know is that I have an email from Ian Chambers on a Sunday morning, and it just made me feel a bit tipsy.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Congrats!

Nia,

Good luck being an aunt. I’m sure you’ll be great. Or you’ll be bad. Who really knows since it’s your first niece? But I bet you’ll be great. Congratulations!

See ya tomorrow,

Ian

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