Sometime Around Midnight (Hautboy Series Book 4) by Anne Berkeley

Author:Anne Berkeley [Berkeley, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Week one was uneventful. In every aspect. Iain had fallen into a three-hour routine of eating and sleeping. Three hours wasn’t bad, but it was exhausting. As were Carter’s efforts ‘to do right by me.’ What should’ve come naturally, felt contrived and overacted.

I needed some fresh air.

Freshly showered, I sat on the edge of my bed and laced up my running shoes. I wasn’t allowed to lift any weight, but I could walk. Standing, I waited for the rush of blood to subside, and then walked to the mirror. I’d braided my hair to the side, and slipped a skull cap over my head. It was the best I could do without cutting it off. I only had to put up with it another week.

In the reflection, I saw Carter stop at my door and lean against the jamb. “What’re you doing?”

“Taking the baby f-f-for a walk.”

“The decorator’s coming to go over the plans for the bedroom. She’ll be here in an hour.” Of course she would. I always had something to do. It was like he was purposely keeping my schedule full with trivial activities when I wasn’t napping. We were either doing puzzles, playing games, watching movies, or anything else that kept me from stepping foot outside.

“That’s plenty of t-time. I’m only going around the block.”

Carter opened his mouth to object, but changed his mind when he noted the determination in my stance. “I’ll come with you. Give me a minute to dress.”

I didn’t mention that he was still on crutches. It’d piss him off royally. In hindsight, perhaps it was the reason he didn’t want to venture outdoors. It’d piss him off even more if I backed out now. “I’ll get the stroller out.”

“Fine.” As he stepped into the bathroom, he pulled his phone from his pocket and began punching at the screen. He didn’t even object over the excessive weight of the stroller. Odd.

Whatever. I pulled the door closed behind me as I walked out. Quickly, I stepped across the hall and lifted Iain from his crib. He barely stirred as I rested him on my shoulder. Brutus, however, whined in complaint over the eviction of his bedmate. He’d taken to sleeping beside Iain, which was fine, because it meant keeping him on schedule as well. One week and we were nearly accident free. Through the night, at least. Housetraining was going well. Not spotless. No pun intended. But relatively smooth by my book.

Grabbing Brutus in my other hand, I trotted down the stairs. Just as I reached the back door it rumbled with a knock. I pulled back the curtain, peeked through the pain of pitted glass. Matthew. Behind him was Taylor. I tugged the door open and stepped back to let them in. “Your timing is impeccable.”

“We were in the neighborhood. Thought we’d stop by and see how everyone was doing. I see you survived your first week.”

“I’m going stir crazy, actually. I was just going out f-f-for a walk.” Making my way back into the living room, I placed Iain in the car seat and buckled him in.

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