And then came the Fourth, Monday. No one in Aiden’s family seemed to notice how anxious he was to get to the picnic, or that he was the first to head in that direction. By noon he was there, craning his neck for Erin. He had a beer and it seemed like forever before she appeared with Marcie and Ian. Though he tried to be cool, he couldn’t hide the light in his eyes. And to his satisfaction, the light in hers matched. He stood on the porch of the bar and looked way down the street to where they had parked and were walking toward him. He wanted to sprint toward her, pick her up, whirl her around and carry her off somewhere private. But that wasn’t going to happen. The knowing eye contact was going to have to be enough for now.

He did greet her before doing anything else, however. He walked toward her at a controlled pace, took her hands in his and bussed her cheek. He met her sister and brother-in-law, fussed over the nice round belly Marcie sported, shook Ian’s hand vigorously and congratulated him. And he conveyed, with his eyes, that he couldn’t wait to get Erin alone.

The day was filled with new introductions and reunions. No one in the Riordan family had any idea who Erin was, so that was more than a little exciting to Sean and Luke. Maureen snuck up beside Aiden and said, “Oh my, she’s lovely, Aiden. How amazing you met her here.” Aiden saw Marcie embrace Jack and Mel like old friends; he overheard Ian explain that he was in his last semester of college. He would student teach at his old high school in the fall and, if things went according to plan, he would teach music there. He would direct the high school musical; when he was in high school there, he’d been the star, Marcie bragged. At around four o’clock, Ian Buchanan sang the “Star Spangled Banner” a cappella and almost brought Aiden to his knees with the beauty of his voice.

At a point after hamburgers, Ian handed Aiden a beer and said, “So. You and Erin?”

“I hope so.”

“She’s amazing.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Aiden said.

“We owe her just about everything. She’s the reason everyone is okay—me, Marcie, Drew, absolutely everyone.”

“Tell me why,” Aiden said.

“She spent her whole life taking care of everything from the day her mother died a long time ago. I’m sure there was plenty she needed, but she worried about everyone else. There was a time I resented her for bossing Marcie and telling her what to do, but once I realized it was all out of love and total commitment, I got over it fast. I want Erin to have everything she ever wanted.”

Aiden smiled at the man. He smiled in a way that would comfort him because that’s what Aiden wanted, too. “Tell me about this baby that’s coming.”

Ian brightened at once. “His name will be Heath Bradley Buchanan and he’s coming on the twentieth of August. It’s scheduled. He’s breech now. If he doesn’t turn, he’ll come by C-section. We’re okay with that—as long as he’s okay. He’s right on target.”

“You’re so lucky,” Aiden said.

“You have kids, Doc?” he asked.

Aiden shook his head. It was in his mind to say he’d just barely found the right girl, but instead, he said, “Still single.”

“What a coincidence,” Ian said. “Erin’s single, too.”

“I know,” Aiden said with a laugh. “I love the way that worked out.”

Shelby found an empty chair on the bar porch and grabbed it. She had finally wrestled free of Luke, who had been sticking to her like glue for the last couple of weeks. She had convinced him to go have a beer with his brothers and friends and let her relax in the shade for a while. With a glass of ice water, she rocked back and forth in one of the porch rockers and soon realized she had the best seat in the house.

From where she sat, she saw Art and Netta at the picnic table farthest from the crowd. They sat opposite each other and ate their hamburgers and potato salad, apparently completely content, though it didn’t appear they talked much at all. It was as though they each realized comfort in the mere presence of the other, and Shelby found herself thinking, If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is.

Brenda Carpenter’s fourteen-year-old sister, Leslie, had a group of little kids gathered in a circle, holding hands and playing ring-around-the-rosy; she made sure she held the hand of the littlest one. Shelby made a mental note to get to know Leslie just a little better; the moms around here had tipped her—you had to get your babysitters before they discovered boys and were allowed to date. Fourteen- to sixteen-year-old girls were perfect. Leslie had control of both the Sheridan kids, both the Haggerty kids, Rosie Riordan and Christopher Middleton, and held one of Abby Michaels’s twins on her hip. The moms occupied a picnic table not far away, enjoying a moment of peace without the kids climbing all over them.

Shelby’s brother-in-law Aiden moved silently up behind Erin Foley, put his hands on her shoulders and when she turned her head to smile up at him, he pulled her backward behind the church where they were out of sight. She laughed to herself. Aiden was trying to play it cool around his brothers, but really, who did he think he was kidding?

She heard Mel shout from the backyard. “Jack!” And then Jack turned away from the grill he was manning with Preacher and young Rick Sudder in time to see little David had wandered away from the ring-around-the-rosy game to go pee on a tree. Jack approached his small son and towered above him, hands on his hips, glaring down at him. Finally, David turned, yanked up his pants and grinned up at his dad, who was shaking his head in frustration or disappointment or maybe even pride. Jack crouched for a stern talk and a finger shake that promised one more of those moments would get David a good talking-to.

Tom Booth sat on the ground, leaning up against a tree, Brenda sitting between his long legs and leaning back against him. Nearby, Ricky’s fiancée, Liz, sat cross-legged on the ground visiting with them. The general and Muriel were sharing a picnic table and conversation with Maureen and George, Ellie and Noah. Kids and dogs ran everywhere; people sat in lawn chairs, on the ground, at tables, or just gathered in clumps to joke and laugh and catch up on the latest gossip. Preacher and Rick kept putting out food on the tables brought from inside; several coolers held iced beer, wine, sodas, water and juice. A donation jar was filling up—no one was ever charged for party food and drink, but tips were gratefully accepted.

Shelby felt the baby moving; the movements now were so powerful they could almost make her wince. She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and rocked. She might’ve even dozed for a moment or two. When she opened her eyes, Mel was standing in front of her, leaning against the porch railing, arms crossed over her chest. “Get plenty of rest now,” Mel advised. “It won’t be long before you have one peeing on a tree at the town picnic.”

“I saw that,” Shelby said with a chuckle.

“That’s Jack’s doing,” she said. “You’re going to want to watch out for Luke.”

“I caught a break there,” Shelby said. “He’s real careful about things like that—he doesn’t want Art dropping his drawers around the cabin guests.”

“Speaking of Art—there’s something new.”

“Netta. Luke and Art ran into her when they were shopping and it turned out Art and Netta had been in the same group home before and consider themselves boyfriend and girlfriend. She’s very sweet. I think it gave Luke quite a few new gray hairs….”

“Oh?” Mel asked, raising an eyebrow. “Why is that?”

“Luke does so well with Art, but he doesn’t always understand Art’s ways. He panicked—thought they’d have sex or something, get pregnant and move in with us. Look at them—how sweet is that? They’re obviously very dear to each other, but they aren’t going to rock Luke’s boat to the degree he feared when he realized Art had a girlfriend.” Shelby laughed and added, “You should’ve seen Luke’s face when Art asked if he should get married. I thought we’d have to revive him.”

“What did he say?”

“He pretty much choked and went white. I told Art no, he shouldn’t, because it would be hard to be married to someone who lives in Fortuna since he doesn’t drive a car and that settled it. For now. As I suspected, Art isn’t real clear on what marriage really means. I think Art is perfectly happy with us.”

“The baby will be exciting for him.”

“Big brother Art,” Shelby said. “Don’t get Luke all stirred up, but I’m having contractions. Not serious ones, but I might be warming up.”

“Good,” Mel said. “Maybe you’ll get your wish and the baby will come before Sean and Franci leave for his next assignment. Entirely possible—last time we checked you were headed in that direction.”

“Believe me, if I could go a little early, I wouldn’t be doing it for Franci and Sean.”

“Getting a little uncomfortable, huh?” Mel asked.

Shelby nodded. Then her eyes clouded and a tear spilled down her cheek. “I know this is just silly and emotional and I know it is completely impossible, but I wish my mother could have been around for this….”

Mel reached out and smoothed back some of Shelby’s hair, pushing it off her cheek. “I know, sweetheart. But I have a feeling she’s watching over you. And you certainly don’t lack for family!”

“Tell me about it. Some of them could just get lost for a while and I’d be fine.” She sniffed.

“Family getting on your nerves?” Mel asked.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong—they’re fantastic to the last one. All seven hundred of them.” Mel laughed at her. “Pregnant tears,” Shelby said, wiping off her cheek. “I never get any warning….”

Mel just chuckled. “I remember,” she said. “What’s this little guy’s name?”

“Brett Lucas Riordan,” she answered. Then she winced and said, “Ugh,” as a large bulge protruded from the left side of her belly. “Do you think he knows that’s not the way out?”

“My girl, you need to unload,” Mel said, shaking her head.

“Soon,” Shelby said. “And not a moment too soon!”

The day was drawing to a close, the sun beginning its downward slant, when someone came up behind Mel and covered her eyes with their hands. Mel instinctively whirled and faced a smiling Darla Prentiss. “Hey, there,” Darla said.

“I thought you weren’t going to make it today!”

“We had family stuff going on at my sister’s house,” Darla said. “But we still wanted to stop by and say hello. Mel, things are a little better. I wanted to thank you for being so sweet and kind.”

“Oh, I didn’t do anything that any friend wouldn’t do. Did you get some counseling?”

“More than I bargained for. We saw a therapist recommended by the fertility clinic and then spent a little time with Pastor Noah Kincaid. A good friend of mine goes to your church and said he was a wonderful counselor. He helped us a lot. We might have to give your church a try sometime.”

Mel smiled. “We love Noah. As I understand it, he was a counselor before he attended seminary. Very experienced. We’re lucky to have him. And I’m so glad you’re feeling a little better.” She shook her head. “There’s just no way I can express how sad it makes me that you and Phil haven’t had better luck, nor how sorry I am for your loss.”

“Time will heal,” Darla said.

“Where is Phil?” she asked, looking around.

“Over there.” Darla pointed. “Probably telling lies with Jack, Preacher and anyone who will listen.”

Mel saw Phil standing in a clot of men including Noah and Luke, holding a beer, talking and laughing. “Is he doing all right?” Mel asked.

“I know he grieves as much as I do,” Darla said. “But he’s so wonderful—he puts all his attention on making sure I’m all right. I don’t know if you can even understand this—probably the hardest part is that Phil should be a father. He’d be the best father in the world. He’s strong and patient and kind and has more love in him than any man I’ve ever known. I’m so lucky to have him.”

Mel smiled and gave Darla a hug. “Well, he’s pretty darn lucky, too.”

“Thanks for being there for us, Mel. You’ve been such a comfort.”

Mel wasn’t often moved to prayer—but in her heart she was saying, God, can you cut these folks some slack here? They’re so ready for a break!

Eleven

The first thing Erin was going to remember to tell Aiden was that a few stolen kisses behind a tree or the church at the town picnic was not nearly enough. Ian and Marcie stayed over Monday night and left early on Tuesday morning; if they’d left after the picnic Erin would have asked Aiden to come to the cabin. But it was summer; people took vacation days and stretched out holiday weekends.

She had been so happy to see her sister and brother-in-law. She was completely okay with them leaving her to get back to her lover.

Once they were gone, she wondered why she hadn’t formulated a plan with Aiden, finding out just how soon they could next be together. She wanted to call him, but something from way back in junior high about not calling boys you liked prevented her from doing so. She might have been far braver if it hadn’t meant calling Luke’s house to get a message to him.

It was a very long morning until Aiden called her at noon. “Have you looked outside your front door yet?”

“Why?” she asked. “And why aren’t you here?”