She dragged along beside him, and when he stepped into the room, he stopped inside the door. His fear washed away, replaced by sadness. A photo album lay open on the floor, an album he knew held memories of happier days. Gina’s pregnancy and early pictures of Kaylee. “You’re looking at old pictures.”
He knew she’d gotten them from a bookshelf in his bedroom, and he ventured her guilt was being in his room without asking. Reprimanding her wasn’t his priority. His greatest concern was the awareness that their separated lives today bothered her as much as it did him. She wasn’t even five, and he hadn’t considered how much the divorce may have affected her.
Devon picked up the album and set it on her bed, then lifted her and placed her beside it. He joined her and opened the cover. “Did you enjoy the pictures?”
She nodded and looked at him for the first time, almost as if she was surprised he hadn’t been upset with her. When she looked back at the album, she turned a couple of pages and pointed. “Was that me?”
Her finger rested on the photo of Gina with her belly protruding beneath a light green blouse.
He chuckled. “It sure was. You arrived about a month later, and let us know you were happy to be in the world.”
“I did?” Her gaze shot to his. “Did I talk?”
“Nope. You let out a howl. A happy howl.”
Kaylee giggled and turned a few more pages. “And this was me when I was a baby.”
Devon lowered his gaze to the row of photographs, close-ups of Kaylee encircled in a pink blanket, Kaylee in his arms and one in her mother’s arms. Those days wrapped around him with good memories that had faded into despair as time passed.
Weighted with the recollections, he enfolded Kaylee in his arms and lifted her into his lap. “We can take the pictures downstairs, okay?”
A faint smile curved her lips. “I shouldn’t go into your bedroom unless I ask.” She tilted her head.
He fought back a grin. “Right.” He rose with her in his arms and hoisted her into a safe one-armed position before grabbing the album. “And now, how about lunch?”
“Pizza.”
This time he chuckled without restraint. “Not pizza, but something as good. Grilled cheese.”
“Yummy.” She ran her tongue over her lips, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, too, precious.” And she was. He held her close as he traversed the stairs and headed into the kitchen. He lowered her to the floor, and when he did, she hurried to the refrigerator and opened the door. “Can I have milk?”
“Sure can.” He set the album on a chair and pulled a glass from the cabinet, filled it with her drink and proceeded to make the sandwiches. He liked them, too.
As they ate, he glanced at the wall clock, his thoughts drifting again to the white house with the new picture window. He’d been upstairs for a while looking at the photographs, and now he wondered.
When he rose to set his dish into the sink, his curiosity got the better of him, and he strolled into the living room and checked across the street. A car sat in the driveway, and his pulse skipped. He turned away, irritated at his irrational emotions, and returned to the kitchen.
Kaylee had ripped off some of the crust and was eating the last of her sandwich. When she finished, she pushed her saucer away before taking a long drink of milk. Before she set down the glass, she grinned at him. “Milk’s good with cookies.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle, happy for the distraction. “One.”
A half frown knitted her brow. “Okay.”
He reached into the bread box where he’d slipped a package of chocolate chip cookies and handed her one. “When you’re done, we can go outside. What do you say?”
She nodded and proceeded to dunk her cookie into the glass. She nearly lost it in the liquid, but she snatched it out and bit. “Good.”
He waited while she entertained herself with the cookie-dunking, and when she finished, he rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, knowing he probably wouldn’t see Ashley anyway.
Outside, the afternoon sun warmed his back as he sat on the porch watching Kaylee search for ladybugs in the flowers. She’d found one once and she seemed to think she’d find more. She never did. Though he kept one eye on her, his glances aimed down the street. Feeling antsy, he rose and refocused. “Let’s get your bike and I’ll walk alongside you.”
Her head jerked up, and the ladybugs took a backseat to the walk idea. They rounded the house and located her bike equipped with training wheels in the garage. She jumped on and pedaled down the driveway, her legs soon too long for its small size. She’d grown up before his eyes.
The same old ache rolled down his back. He didn’t want to miss seeing his daughter grow, and even more, he worried about who was raising her. Gina or her sister, Renee. His last conversation with Gina left him feeling edgy. Something in her voice sounded different. He couldn’t put his finger on his concern, but it slipped into his subconscious and wouldn’t let go. The last thing he wanted to do was grill his daughter, but times rose when he prayed she’d reveal something that would help him understand what bothered him.
Devon hurried to follow Kaylee as she turned on to the sidewalk, and he was glad when she went left, which meant they would be heading toward Ashley’s house. As he hurried to catch up to Kaylee, he heard someone call his name. He looked across the street to see Neely waving to him from the driveway. Behind her, Joey appeared from the side of the house.
When the boy saw him, he grinned and toddled toward the street. Neely captured his hand to keep him from venturing into the road.
Devon’s heart jigged with the boy’s smile. He checked for traffic and then caught Kaylee’s attention and beckoned her to follow. He strode beside her as they crossed, and when he hit the sidewalk, Joey opened his arms to him.
“Hey, buddy.” Devon hoisted the toddler onto his hip. “Is your mama finally home?”
Joey’s smile broadened. “Mama’s home.” He turned and pointed toward the new window.
Devon turned to Neely. “I bet she’s happy to be here. How’s it going?”
“She’s nervous, but we all said we’d help as much as we can.” She gave a shrug. “I tried to get her to stay at Dad’s, but she’s determined to be here, so...”
“Ashley? Determined?” Devon gave a chuckle. “The little time I’ve known her, it doesn’t surprise me.”
Neely’s face brightened. “Me neither. My sister is strong willed.” She gestured toward the door. “Would you like to stop in and say hi? I’m sure she’d like to see you.”
He turned toward Kaylee. “What do you say?” A scowl had grown on her face, and he realized her attention was pinned on Joey. “This is Joey, Kaylee. His mama just got home from the hospital. She—”
“Why are you holding him?” Her scowl deepened.
Her reaction surprised him. Devon gave Joey a little squeeze and lowered him to the ground. “There you go, big boy.”
Joey tilted his head upward. “I’m a big boy.” He wandered closer to Kaylee and studied her bicycle. “Ride?”
Kaylee gave him a look. “No. This is my bike.”
Devon’s chest constricted. “Kaylee, don’t be mean. He has his own tricycle.” He’d never expected her to act rudely to Joey or anyone.
She grasped his pant leg and gave a pull. “Daddy, let’s go. You’re supposed to walk with me.”
Embarrassed, he gave a shrug. “I’d better pass on