Page 35 of Just One More Affair
“I was about to say the same thing,” Noah said.
Fallon rolled her eyes at her husband. “To quote Dakota, did you know in the olden days, women had babies and went back to work in the fields right after?”
Charlie covered her mouth with one hand. “She didn’t say that.”
“On the way home from dinner last night,” Fallon confirmed. “Noah was instructing me on what I was and wasn’t allowed to do here today. Dakota chimed in.”
Shaking her head, Charlie couldn’t hold the laughter in any longer. “Oh my God, that girl.” She burst out laughing.
“Gotta love her,” Noah said, grinning. “Not that her educational comment changes what you two ladies will be doing today.”
Knowing the men were just looking out for them, Charlie opted not to argue and Fallon did the same.
The rest of the day passed quickly, every couple choosing a room and unpacking. By the time the twins were due home from a friend’s, whose mom had offered to drop them off, Charlie’s gratitude had become mixed with exhaustion and relief.
The unpacking was finished and the family had gone home. Though Charlie had offered to bring in dinner for everyone, no one wanted to put her out. Lizzie thought she should spend the first night in her new place with her girls and everyone else agreed.
Except Jared. He’d remained.
Charlie was with the twins in their bedroom, each sitting on their own bed, the painting they’d made with Fallon hanging on the wall beside them.
“How do you like the new apartment?” she asked them.
“So. Cool,” Dylan said.
“Totally cool,” Dakota added. They looked at each other and had one of their silent conversations where Charlie was excluded and they talked without speaking. “But we want pink walls.”
“Can we, Mom, please?”
She opened then closed her mouth again. She hadn’t even considered painting the white walls.
“What color pink?” Jared asked, joining them.
“Light pink!” they exclaimed at the same time.
Thank goodness for agreement. There wouldn’t be an argument about color tone.
“Listen, I have an interview on Monday but since I’m not working, I could paint—”
“No.” Jared stood, arms crossed above his chest, and shook his head.
“What?” Charlie was used to doing what she wanted and what she thought was right for herself and the twins.
The girls looked from one adult to the other.
“I’ll get the room painted.” He tipped his head toward the doorway.
She took the hint. He wanted to talk. “Be right back,” she said to the twins, and followed him into the hallway. Meeting his gaze, she stated her case. “Jared, it’s my apartment, my girls want their room pink, and I want to paint it.”
“What about the fact that you’re pregnant?” he asked in a low voice in deference to the fact that she hadn’t told the twins.
She was offended by the implication she wouldn’t think about carrying a baby and keeping it healthy. “I’d use water-based paint. I’m not reckless or stupid!”
“No one said you were. But if I can have it done for you and the girls, I want to. Maybe it’ll help them warm up to me.”
“They like you plenty,” she said.
“But they don’t really know me. And they need to get used to me being around.”
