Not Quite Mine
Page 61“Some work out great, like Jack and Jessie.”
“Some suck, like your parents and mine.”
“That’s cold, Monica.”
Monica looked beyond Katie to a bundle of flowers. “And true, or you’d already be packed.”
She had her there. Fear was what kept her from moving her crap and giving in to the flowers and formula.
“Fear is a shitty way to live life.”
Monica leveled her gaze with Katie’s. “It’s when that fear goes away that you know you’ve found the right person to risk everything for.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Monica’s words spoke to her all night long…even during the three o’clock feeding and diaper changing of Savannah.
Fear. What did she really fear?
She feared Savannah’s biological mom changing her mind.
She feared…nothing else. At one point, she’d worried how Dean would react to Savannah. If the last couple of weeks were any indication, Dean was on board the baby express and more than willing to help. The fact that he knew about Savannah helped with the overall hiding of her. None of her family suspected a thing and for that, she was profoundly grateful.
With the lights in her room dimmed and Savannah sucking on her nightly bottle, Katie wrote down the pros and cons of moving in with Dean. Since she’d taken on the job as hotel interior designer, charts and lists had become something she couldn’t live without.
“Let’s start with the bright side, shall we, Savannah?”
Savannah pulled in her cheeks and blinked.
“Pros…we get to see Dean every day,” she whispered. And I can sleep with him every night.
“You can have your own room. It’s a house and not an apartment.” Not that she minded living with Monica, but compared to what she was used to, her current personal space was smaller than her closet back home.
“If Jessie were to drop in to visit Monica, we’d be busted.” Katie put a few pluses next to Jessie’s name on the paper.
“I can work from Dean’s house some days. Oh, and carpool.” Not that she’d ever worried about that in the past.
Now for the cons…“We’ll miss Monica.” Yet even as she jotted Monica’s name on the con side of the paper, she had to write it on the plus side, too. Monica would never complain, but Katie had ambushed her into staying with her in the first place. She was young and single. Taking care of a baby after helping her own sister with her nephew couldn’t be on top of her list of things she wanted to do. Besides, visiting Monica would be easier and more appreciated if they didn’t live together.
“Babysitter?” She wrote the word with a big question mark next to it. Mrs. Hoyt was the only babysitter Savannah knew outside of Monica. Maybe Mrs. Hoyt could be bribed to drive over to sit with Savannah. Katie would have to ask or start her search for a sitter again.
She tapped her pen on the paper, searching for another con. Everything else she could think of fell under the unknown category.
How would Dean react to being a full-time live-in with an infant? With her? Would they tire of each other? Would their feelings fade?
The question that kept popping up in her head was, would she regret not taking a chance if she didn’t move in with him? The answer was a big, huge yes.
Placing her notepad aside, Katie removed the bottle from Savannah’s slack lips and carefully lifted her into the bassinet. Then Katie settled back in her bed.
As Katie drifted off to sleep, she lost most of the fear she’d been thinking about all night and replaced it with excitement.
Outside of a weekend engagement, she’d never lived with a man she wasn’t related to. There would be challenges, but Dean was right. She confronted life’s tests head-on.
Jo typed away at her desk when Katie strode into the office the next day. She glanced up long enough to say a quick, “Hey, Katie.” And then kept on typing.
“Hi,” she said before glancing beyond Jo and seeing that Dean’s desk was empty.
“Where is—”
“Dean’s at the back of the site by the parking garage.”
After placing her Prescott hard hat on, she walked out of the office and across the job site to find her soon-to-be roommate.
“Hello, Miss Morrison,” one of the painters called from his ladder.
Instead of trying to figure out who it was from her angle, she simply waved and greeted the man. “Hey. It looks good.”
“I try,” he said with a wave.
Katie kept walking and greeted no less than four more people in her path. She remembered two names and scolded herself for not knowing the others. She told herself it was easy for them to remember her. She was one of maybe four women who walked around on site. And she was certainly the only one wearing skirts and heels. Although the heels had been less and less as of late.
Her father would be proud. He hated the skintight outfits she’d worn for the greater part of a decade. Oh, she loved her sexy outfits but with a baby, they simply weren’t practical.
The two story parking garage was well under way with its construction. Dean stood with his subcontractor talking. Both their backs were to her as she approached.