Shelley Galloway - Baby Makes Six

LATER THAT AFTERNOON, Eddie wondered what it had been about Shawn that made everyone like her so much. Liked them together so much.

So far, he wasn’t getting much positive feedback about Jayne, which surprised the hell out of him. What was not to like?

“It’s just that she’s so young, Eddie,” his mom said when he stopped by his parents’ house for dinner.

“She’s not that young. Only seven years younger. She’s almost thirty.”

“She seems younger. She’s got so much blond hair, and she’s perpetually chipper.”

“That’s because she doesn’t have kids. She teaches them, instead.”

Unfortunately his mom didn’t take the bait, about how great it was that he was dating someone who was educated, committed and had summers off.

She’d be the perfect person to live with. The girls would grow to love her, too.

As his mom scooped the leftover mashed potatoes out of the serving bowl and into one of her many Tupperware containers, she said, “Shawn is doing a wonderful job with Kit, Mary and Elsie. She’s a good mother. And smart, too. I won’t let you act like she isn’t.”

What was it with everyone? “I never said Shawn wasn’t smart.”

“You insinuated it, Eddie.”

“Not really.” Feeling vaguely like he was still a teenager, he commented, “So when are you going to be in my fan club?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean that lately everyone I meet is feeling just fine reminding me about how great Shawn was. I didn’t dump her. It was a mutual decision.”

“Hmm. Is she dating someone?”

“I don’t know. Probably.”

“She’s not!” his sister, Melanie, called out from the back room.

Eddie resented the intrusion. “Melanie, no one asked you what you thought.”

“I can’t help but tell you. You’re being ridiculous.”

“So are you.”

“Stop snapping at your sister, Eddie.”

“She’s thirty years old, Ma.”

In reply, his mom handed him yet another Tupperware container. “Put the meat loaf in this, please.”

Eddie took the container and did as he was asked, though he could have sworn he heard Melanie snickering.

No matter how he tried, it seemed as if no one was going to let him move on.

SHAWN WAS RUNNING late again. “Girls, if you don’t hurry, Daddy is going to have to eat all by himself.” Grabbing two little rolling suitcases, she picked them up with one hand and looked for either Mary or Elsie to put in a car seat. Now that Kit only needed a booster and could easily get herself in and out of it, things moved a little more quickly, but even Kit’s help didn’t erase the minutes she’d lost trying to find Elsie’s blankie and baby.

Elsie wouldn’t have lasted twenty minutes on the road without her two favorite security items. Unfortunately she’d left them on the bathroom floor—which was the last place Shawn had thought to look for them.

When no little brown heads appeared, Shawn became more impatient. “Girls? Now.”

Kit skipped in from the garage. “I’ve been out here, Mommy. I’ve been ready.”

“It would have been nice if you could have told me you were in the garage.”

“You were looking for Elsie’s fuzzies.” Kit took one of the little suitcases, bumped it down the wooden stairs and wheeled it over to the Mazda minivan.

Shawn knew her ever-practical daughter was right. “Yep, the fuzzy search made us late for sure.”

“Later,” Kit corrected. “You were late picking us up, Mommy. Mrs. Henderson said so.”

“Only by twenty minutes.”

Returning to Shawn’s side, Kit said, “Mrs. Henderson said being late is rude.”

“So is gossiping.” Shawn appreciated how qualified Mrs. Henderson was, but she sure didn’t appreciate the lady’s penchant for speaking her mind.

When Mary and Elsie appeared, Shawn picked up Mary and motioned her oldest to Elsie, now grasping her blankie and baby with two arms. “Kit, honey, grab Elsie’s hand for me. As soon as we get buckled up, we’ll be on our way.”

If she got them in the car right away and hit every green light and there wasn’t too much traffic on the highway, they might make it to Eddie’s condo only an hour late.

With a huff, Kit led Elsie to the car. Just then Mary squirmed. “I forgot my backpack!”

“Go get it. Quickly.”

Mary ran in, then seconds later, ran out, slamming the door behind her.

Shawn didn’t even chastise her for that, simply buckled her in. After double-checking that Elsie and Kit were buckled in, too, she cheered. “Hooray! We’re on our way!”

“Hooray!” the girls echoed.

Shawn rushed to the driver’s seat, mentally estimating their new time of arrival. But as she pulled the seat belt with one hand, she realized the awful truth.

Her purse was still in the house.

“Hold on, girls,” she called, though a sense of foreboding filled her.

Of course, it was just as she feared—the door was locked. And in her purse were the keys and her cell phone.

Shoot.

Forcing a smile, she opened up the sliding door to the minivan and met the concerned expressions of her three daughters. “Girls, let’s get you unbuckled. We’re going to have to walk over to the Bartlets’ and see if we can use the phone. I locked the keys in the house.”

“But we gotta go see Daddy!” Mary whined.

“We will. We’ve just got to see the locksmith first.”

“I hope the lockman hurries,” said Kit.

“I do, too,” Shawn murmured. Because if they were much later, Eddie was gonna have a cow.

He was probably already beside himself. And once again, she hadn’t met his expectations.

Where was she? Once again Shawn was late and hadn’t thought to call. He was left waiting and wondering what had happened to her. Pacing and worrying.

Again.

She was almost an hour late to drop off the girls. Honestly, Shawn could make the most basic of activities into a three-ring circus. Just once he’d love for her to be where she said she’d be when she said she’d be there.

For a moment he considered calling John Nelson, one of his buds in the police department, and ask him to drive by Shawn’s place to make sure everything was okay. John had a major crush on Melanie and would do any kind of favor if it meant Eddie would push the two of them together.

Checking up on Shawn would give him peace of mind, though it would most likely be a futile errand. They were always okay—Shawn never put the girls at risk.

Though he’d just looked out the window, halfheartedly hoping to suddenly see her approaching, he looked again.

Nothing.

He’d bet money the girls were on the road, stuck in traffic, or eating McDonald’s, or filling up her near-empty gas tank. Who knew? She always had an excuse, because she was always in a rush to catch up to life. The woman never, ever planned ahead.

He couldn’t count the number of times she’d almost run out of gas or left the house without so much as a dollar in her pocket.

Or couldn’t find time to balance the checkbook. Or have his uniform shirts taken to the cleaners. Or remembered to pick them up.

Countless times the girls would run out of cereal or juice or diapers and she’d call him in a panic, begging him to run by the store on his way home. She’d never tried to see his point of view, either. That he hadn’t been just parading around town in a police uniform—he’d actually been working.

“Maybe you should try her cell phone again,” Melanie suggested as she approached the window and stood next to him. She’d come over to go out to dinner with the girls, but Eddie had a feeling she’d also wanted to see Shawn.

“I already tried it four times. She’s not picking up.”