Dinner established, I decide to go sit in the gazebo. I grab my purse and pull out my e-reader and phone then remember seeing a smaller diaper bag in the bottom of Knox’s closet so I run upstairs and get it. I toss my things in, adding a blanket, bottle, and binky for Knox—not that we’re going to be far, but being prepared is just me. I guess Ridge and I have that in common. I slide into my shoes and decide I should write Ridge a note on the dry erase board on the fridge, in case I don’t hear him come home.
Daddy,
Kendall took me down to the pond.
Love,
Knox
I giggle when I read the note. I’m sure Ridge will get a kick out of it too. I grab the small diaper bag I just packed and head to the gazebo.
It blocks us from the sun, and there’s a small warm breeze once we’re settled onto the wooden bench. Peeking down at Knox, he’s still snoozing away. I take a minute to just close my eyes and let the breeze blow through my hair. It’s so peaceful here.
I feel lips press against my forehead, causing my eyes to pop open.
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” Ridge says softly.
I smile. “Hey, get everything taken care of?”
“Yeah, I’ve been back for about ten minutes or so.”
“Did you see my note?” I hope he wasn’t worried.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, only to have the wind whip it right back out. “I’ve been watching you sleep.”
“Creeper.” I smile.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, bending to kiss me.
I blush. “What time is it?”
“After seven. Let’s get you two inside.” He stands and offers me his hand. Once he pulls me up, he grabs the diaper bag and we walk back to the house, arms wrapped around each other. “You made dinner,” he says, closing the door behind us.
“Well, not really. I put frozen lasagna in the Crock-Pot. It was slim-picking and you had the base of the car seat, so I was kind of stuck.” Not that he would’ve wanted me driving around town with his son.
“We need to get you one,” he says casually.
“One what?”
“A base for his car seat.”
Okay then. I guess I got my answer. “I just need to put the garlic bread in the oven, and it’ll be ready in about ten minutes.”
“I got it. You want me to take him?”
“No, he probably needs changed, and he hasn’t eaten since the diner. I took a bottle with us down to the pond, but he never woke up to eat.”
“Where did you find that thing?” He points to my chest.
“In the bottom of his closet. I gave him a bath so you wouldn’t have to, and I was looking for the clothes hamper and just happened to find this.”
“Little man has all the luck.” He smiles.
“Oh, yeah, and what makes you say that?”
“He got to sleep on your chest all afternoon.”
Again, I feel the heat creep across my cheeks.
“Charmer.”
“I speak the truth.” He winks.
I manage to get Knox out of the wrap without harming either one of us. As soon as I do, he starts to fuss and I know he’s hungry. A quick diaper change and he’s having dinner.
“I can feed him,” Ridge says, looking over at me from the back of the couch.
“It’s fine, Ridge. I don’t mind helping. This little guy is easy to fall for.”
“Oh, yeah? And what about his daddy?”
“Jury’s still out,” I tease.
He laughs and kisses the top of my head. “It’s ready. I’ll bring plates in here. What do you want to drink?”
“Just water.”
I insist on Ridge eating before me while Knox finishes his bottle. The two of them play on the floor while I eat and watch them.
“I thought spending the day with you would help this craving I seem to have where you’re concerned.”
I just about choke on my garlic bread. I cough, chew, swallow and take a drink of water before asking, “And?”
“Not even close. I hate that you’re going home soon.”
“Hey, you’ll see me tomorrow though, right? Knox has his one-month appointment.”
“Yeah, it’s first thing. That way, I can just take him to Mom after then head to work.”
“Good plan. Then your parents are having their Memorial Day cookout this weekend. Reagan invited Dawn and me, but. . . .”
“I want you there, Kendall. Not as a friend of Reagan’s, but as my girlfriend. And that’s not until Saturday night. No way in hell am I going from spending the day with you today to a quick visit at your work and then not again until Saturday. No way. I need more time with you.”
“I’m home most days by five, unless I’m covering for one of the girls. You let me know when you have time.”
“Every night after five.” He laughs. “All the way through until . . . What time do you leave for work?”
“That’s a lot of time.” I smile at him.
“I don’t know if any amount of time with you will ever be enough.” He says it almost as if he’s talking to himself, all the while looking at Knox. Someone walking in on our conversation would think he was talking about his son, and he very well may be, but I also know those words are for me.
I stay long enough to help him clean up the kitchen, and then head home. He walks me to my car and gives me a good-bye kiss that I won’t soon forget, with a promise from me that I’ll let him know I make it home safe.
Ridge and I have been official for over a month now. I met his parents at their Memorial Day cookout, and he met mine when they showed up at my grandparents’ house to check out all the work. Ridge promised me that they didn’t say anything to embarrass me.