CHAPTER 18
With tense conversations and frightening milestones achieved, the Christmas visit turned fun for Sheridan and Michael. By the third day, conversation fell into a typical pattern.
“Mommy, can we play outside?” little Kayleigh asked Erin as the adults sat on the sofa, chatting. The golden-haired child held her pompom-laden knitted hat in her hands and wore a beseeching expression on her face.
Erin attempted to rise from her seat, but her huge belly restricted the movement, and she subsided with a groan. “What do you want to do, sweetie?” she asked her daughter, to cover the fact that she hadn't gotten up.
“We want to throw snowballs in the backyard,” Kayleigh replied. “Jordy said he would show me how to make a fort.”
Erin groaned.
Sheridan grinned. Erin's always cold anyway,
