Amelia let out a wet, startled laugh. “You noticed.”
“I notice everything about you. I always did.”
He took a step closer, then stopped himself. He kept his hands at his sides, fists clenched.
“I should have spoken at that dinner,” he said. “When she said that about heirs. I should have stood up and – God, Amelia, I was twenty-five and I was so scared of her. I thought if I just kept the peace for one more night I could fix it later in private. I thought I’d have time. And then you were gone and I let her tell me you didn’t want me to follow you. I let her tell me that was respect.”
Amelia wiped her face with the back of her hand. Her mascara had run. She didn’t care.
“I was scared too,” she whispered. “When the doctor said uncertain I felt… I felt like you were looking at me and seeing a problem to solve. Not a person. When you went quiet I thought – I thought you agreed with her. That you were relieved.”
“I wasn’t relieved,” he said, his voice cracking. “I was a coward. And then I was empty. For four years I worked and smiled and let her parade me around because it was easier than admitting I’d let the only person I ever loved walk out because I didn’t have the spine to say ‘I choose her.'”
He slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, his expensive suit bunching, his knees pulled up. He put his head in his hands.
Amelia looked at him for a long moment, the man she had loved at twenty-two and hated and mourned and dreamed about in equal measure. Then she slid down beside him. Not touching. Just close enough that their shoulders almost brushed.
“You didn’t know about them,” she said. It wasn’t a question.
“No,” he breathed into his hands. “I swear I didn’t.”
“I know.” Her voice was soft now. “If you’d known, you would have come. Even if you were scared, you would have come.”
They sat in the buzzing hallway and listened to the faint, incongruous sound of their daughters giggling around the corner. Olivia must have said something funny. The boy laughed too, a short, surprised sound.
“How did you do it?” Ethan asked after a while, not looking up. “Three babies alone. How did you -”
“My parents,” she said. “My dad took extra shifts at the garage until his knees gave out. My mom watched them while I finished my nursing degree online between feedings. I didn’t sleep for two years. I thought I would die of tiredness. Then one morning they all laughed at the same time and I didn’t feel tired anymore. I just felt… full.”
She turned her head to look at him. “They know your name. I’ve never hidden you from them. I told them their father was a good man who was lost. I didn’t know how else to explain it.”
Ethan finally lifted his head. His eyes were red, his face wrecked. “Do you think -” He stopped, swallowed. “Do you think you could ever let me be more than lost?”
Amelia didn’t answer right away. She reached out, hesitantly, and placed her hand on the floor between them, palm up. An invitation.
Ethan stared at it, then placed his hand in hers. His fingers were cold. Hers were warm. They both trembled.
Around the corner, Robert Caldwell appeared, holding the youngest girl on his hip. The little girl had frosting on her cheek. Robert’s eyes were damp, but his smile when he looked at his son and Amelia sitting on the floor was unguarded and real for the first time that night.
“They’re asking if Mommy is coming back to the cookie table,” he said quietly.
Amelia squeezed Ethan’s hand and stood, pulling him up with her. Her legs were unsteady.
“We’re coming,” she said.
Olivia was crouched by the dessert table, letting the middle girl try on her pearl bracelet. When she saw Amelia and Ethan, she stood and slipped the bracelet off the child’s wrist with care.
“She liked it,” Olivia said with a small smile. “I told her she has excellent taste.”
“Thank you,” Amelia said to her, meaning far more than the bracelet.
Olivia nodded. “You don’t have to thank me. I was supposed to be the perfect bride. Turns out I just want to be a happy person.” She looked at Ethan. “Take care of them, Ethan. Really take care of them this time.”
“I will,” he said, his voice firm.
Later, when the ballroom had emptied and the caterers were quietly folding linens, Robert found Ethan and Amelia by the tall windows overlooking the water. The children were dozing on a banquet sofa, the boy curled protectively around his sisters, all three finally exhausted.
Robert held out a small, battered tin box.
