Lane helped Ed program the hotel’s address into the minivan’s GPS, but also gave him verbal directions and promised to drive slow enough to allow him to follow close behind. Then Lane and Angie left in the rental car, and for the first time in hours, Angie seemed to relax. “God,” she sighed, melting into the passenger seat and rubbing her eyes. “I want two Tylenol and a hot shower and half a bottle of wine, and six to eight unadulterated hours of zonked out sleep with no baby duties. Is that too much to ask?”
“Ah, you love motherhood and you know it,” Lane said with a laugh as he navigated the airport parking lot towards the exit, Ed’s minivan right behind him.
Angie grinned. “Motherhood as a concept, yes. As a way of life? Not so much.”
“But you’re so good at it,” Lane countered.
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