I’d received several texts explaining their travel woes—from a canceled flight, to a delayed one, to a taxi driver that didn’t know his way.
“All that matters is you’re here,” I say. “Come meet your granddaughter.”
My mom immediately scurries over to the clear bassinet and peers down at her. “What’s her name?”
“Ava.”
She glances over at me and smiles. “Ava,” she repeats. “Perfect. She has Ben’s mouth.”
“His nose too,” I tell her. “It looks like she’s going to have my dark hair. I hope she gets Ben’s eyes too.”
She touches her plump cheek. “She’s so beautiful.” She glances at Ryder. “Thank you for being here with her.”
He shrugs off her words. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
I smile over at him and Cole. “Hey, Cole,” I say, patting the space beside me on the bed, “you want to come sit with me?”
Without a word, the little boy scurries off Ryder’s lap and climbs onto the bed, snuggling against my side.
Ryder beams. “He’s been asking when you’re going to come over and read him a story again.”
I smile down at the little boy and he looks up at me. “Is that true?”
He nods. “Weed. Weed me stowy!”
I laugh. “Sure thing.” I tap his nose.
My dad ventures over then and looks down at Ava. “You did good, Kid.”
I smile. “I think so too, but I might be biased.” Ava lets out a little cry. “You can pick her up,” I tell my mom.
“Oh, thank God,” she says, immediately scooping up the squirming bundle. “It was killing me not to hold her.” Ava blinks up at her grandma. “When do you get out of here?”
“Tomorrow morning.” I glance at Ryder. He’s listened all morning to my worries about going home. A baby is hard work and I’m going to be doing it on my own. Ryder and I might be in a relationship now but it doesn’t mean we’re moving in together tomorrow and riding off into the sunset.
My mom bounces Ava in her arms. “I could stay … sleep on the couch.”
My dad chuckles. “And what am I supposed to do?”
She glares at him. “Stay at the hotel, of course.”
He shakes his head.
“Mom, that’s really sweet of you, but I’ll be fine. You’re not going to be here forever and I’d rather get a hang of doing things on my own.”
She frowns. “But, Blaire—”
“Mom,” I say sternly, “I have to do this.”
She nods, smiling down at Ava. “I understand.”
I ruffle Cole’s hair. “Hey, I got you something,” I tell him and his eyes light up. I didn’t actually get it—I sent Ryder to pick up a toy for him. Since Ryder was bringing Cole to meet the baby I didn’t want the little boy to feel left out of all the excitement. I grab the bag off the table and hand it to Cole.
His eyes widen when he pulls out the shiny red fire truck—his latest obsession. His whole body vibrates with excitement as he shakes the fire truck between his hands. “Tank you,” he says, in his sweet toddler voice.
“You’re welcome.” I kiss the top of his head.
I look from the little boy, to Ryder, to my dad, then to my mom and my daughter.