Jace took a deep breath. He’d never told a living soul the story he was about to tell Lyric. He’d buried the words so deep, he wondered if he could pull them out of where he kept them hidden.
“When Tuck and I were in high school…” he began.
“We’re going to let you go home, Blythe, but understand, you’ll be on bed rest. If you don’t take it seriously, we’ll see you back here.”
“I understand.”
The doctor looked at Tucker. “Will you be the one taking care of her?”
Would he? He assumed so, but where? He had a lot to figure out, and he needed to do it in a hurry.
“We can stay with my parents,” Blythe reassured him.
“For now.”
“You should call them, Tucker, and let them know.”
“Right, right. I’ll call them.”
Blythe wanted to giggle at how flustered Tucker was. She’d never seen him this way. And it didn’t have anything to do with what had happened earlier. He was flustered about her, and their baby. She watched him until he finally looked at her.
“Nervous?” she smiled.
“Terrified might be a better word,” he smiled back, but then his expression turned serious. “I don’t want anything to happen to you, Blythe. I couldn’t stand it if something did.”
“Nothing will.” She took his hand. “I promise.”
19
“Are you sure this is okay?” he asked Blythe when they pulled in the driveway of her parents’ house.
“It’ll be fine, Tucker.”
“I could try to rent a place, but we’d have to furnish it, and—”
“Tucker, relax. We don’t have to figure everything out today. My mom and dad have plenty of room. It’ll help, too, having my mom close by.”
“You’ll stay downstairs,” Paige told them. “You’ll have it to yourselves, unless you need us.”
Her parents’ house had three floors, as many of the homes in that part of Colorado did. Upstairs, there were four bedrooms and a loft that Paige used as an office. On the main floor, there was a large kitchen with an eat-in area. It was big enough to seat fourteen people at a long table made of reclaimed barn wood. There was also a formal dining room, a living room, music room, and a guest room.
On the lower level, there were three more bedrooms, a family room, another smaller kitchen, and Mark’s recording studio. There were sliding glass doors off the family room that led directly outside where there was a hot tub. She and Tucker would have plenty of privacy downstairs as long as they wanted to stay.
“Tucker, where’s Jace?” she asked once they were settled.
“I have no idea.”
“What was the fight about.”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Blythe. I’m sorry, but I just can’t yet.”
“Was it about me?”
Tucker leaned over and kissed her forehead. “No, sweetheart, it wasn’t about you.”
Blythe couldn’t imagine what it could have been about if not her. She’d let it go for now, but she wouldn’t be able to stand the two of them being at odds if she could do anything about it. Jace had been her rock over the last couple of months.
“Can I get either one of you something to eat?” Paige called down from upstairs.