The ride was quiet, and I stayed in the back of the van, not that I could complain. Lily had borrowed me one of her dresses to wear instead of the shirts, to look decent, and I thank her for it. Right now, I sat there as I heard her sing to each song that her husband played on his radio.

And I sat back listening to them. They didn't speak much, once Joel had packed the car, feeling the baby kicking in her stomach, and the sense warmed my heart, leading me to think.

“Will I ever have such a ...