“HADDIE MUST HAVE CALLED IN the troops.”
My mother’s laugh is deep and rich through the phone. The concern is there though. I can hear her hiding it.
But it’s okay. I am too.
I glance to the extra bedroom where the door is shut and wonder what is taking them so long.
“You have no idea. She only means well.” Then silence. Fuck. Here we go. “You should have told us, Colton. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re here to help you.” I can hear the hurt in her voice, get that she thinks I didn’t trust her coming into our private life enough to tell her what was going on. And if my own mother feels this way, I’m going to have to steel myself for how Ry’s mom is going to handle this.
I clear my throat, unsure what to say. “It’s not like that, Mom. It’s complicated.” Tread lightly, Donavan. She’s not intruding; she just wants to be a mom.
Just like Rylee does.
“I know it is.” Her voice is softer. Her hurt feelings back in check. Being a mom again—pushing away her hurt to help me deal with mine. “Has the doctor finished talking to her yet?”
I glance at the door again. “No.”
“I’m sure she’s just reassuring Rylee. Sometimes when you hear things you don’t want to hear and they’re spoken by someone else, you actually listen to them.”
“I miss her, Mom.”
God, I sound like such a pussy. You can’t miss someone who is right in fucking front of you twenty-four/seven.
“Of course you do. You’ve all had a lot of changes over the past few months.”
“Changes?” I snort and then press a kiss to the top of Ace’s head. Use him to calm me. “I feel like we’ve had the shit beat out of us so much in the past month I’m surprised we’re not black and blue.” Sarcasm she doesn’t deserve is thick in my voice.
“You’re only alive if you bruise,” she says softly.
Then I must be thriving.
“Yeah.” I sigh. My eyes are back on the door but her comment sticks in my mind.
“You can’t do this all yourself, son. Let all of us help you. We’re setting up a schedule so we can come and—”
“I don’t know about that, Mom. I appreciate it, but Rylee—”
“Sorry. This is what family does. We rally the troops and take care of our own,” she says, the no-nonsense tone in her voice taking me back twenty years to when I was a punk kid getting reprimanded. “You don’t have a choice. Ry’s mom, Quinlan, Haddie, and I will take shifts if need be. Anything it takes. And you’ll take the help and not argue. Understood?”
Yep. Right back there to being ten and getting caught trying to light firecrackers in the backyard.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And you need the break too. You’ll burn yourself out. A proud man is a good man. But he can also be stupid one.”
I can’t help the laugh that falls from my mouth. My blunt mother telling me like it is. One of a very few women who can.
“Mom, I have to go,” I say as the door opens.
“Let me know what she says so I can let everyone know and—”
I hang up the phone. Cut her off. I need to know.
“Dr. Steele?”
“Walk me out, please?” she asks.
“Sure.” We head to the front door. This doesn’t sound good. My dread builds with each footstep. My heart is in my throat by the time we walk outside and shut the door behind us.
“He is an adorable little guy, isn’t he?” she says as she focuses on Ace when all I want her to do is tell me about Rylee.
“Doc?” I finally ask, hoping she’ll have pity on me.
“You were right to call me, Colton.” The breath I’m holding burns in my lungs. “She’s definitely struggling with more than the typical baby blues.”
I feel a flicker of relief. I don’t know why. She hasn’t said she’s going to be okay, but at least I’ll know the beast we’re facing.
“Okay, so what do I need to do for her?” Something. Anything. I’m a guy. I need to fix things and this not being able to fix Rylee is fucking me up.
She smiles softly at me. “To be honest, there’s no clear-cut answer here. I talked with Rylee. Explained how she’s not alone. That a lot of women go through this and that getting help does not mean she’s failing as a mother.” She reaches out and plays with Ace’s hand as she continues. “Sometimes, postpartum depression is triggered by a sequence of events that seems out of the person’s control. Add in the rush of hormones. Then there’s the pressure of trying to get a newborn—who couldn’t care less about a schedule—to be on a schedule because every book you’ve read says that’s what you should be doing or you’re not doing it right. All of those combined are like the perfect storm of uncontrolled chaos. In Rylee’s case, her mind has internalized it all and has fallen into a little downward dip of depression.”
I blow out a breath, hear her words and know it’s not my fault. But I’m a guy so I blame myself nonetheless. “Is she going to be okay?”
She nods. “I’ve written a prescription for some anti-depressants and—”
“Can she still nurse?” I ask, knowing that nursing is the only time she feels somewhat connected to Ace.
“Yes. There is much debate on this. In my opinion the trade-off is worth it: getting Rylee on the road to recovery versus a trace of the drugs passed on through the milk.”
“Okay.”
“She’s a fighter, Colton. Get her out in the fresh air. A walk on the beach. A drive in the car. Anything you can think of doing to get her up and about without triggering her panic attacks.”
I chuckle. She does realize who we are, right? Did she forget there’s a reason she’s making a house call and we’re not going to her office?
“I know. It’s difficult in . . . your situation, but the more stimuli, the better.”
“Thanks,” I say quietly. “I appreciate you making the house call.”
“She’s going to be fine, Colton. She just needs a little time. It’s not going to happen overnight. The drugs take some time to take effect, so be patient like you’ve been so far, and soon enough you’ll have your wife back.”
The words cause my heart to pound. Fucking stupid since she’s been here all along. And yet my pulse is racing at the mere thought of getting my best friend back. Hearing her laughter. Watching her eyes light up with joy over staring at Ace. Listening to her sing off key to her beloved Matchbox Twenty. It’s the little things I miss. The day-to-day. The insignificant.
Desperate may not be something a man should wear but fuck if I’m not swathed in it wanting her to come back to me.
After the gates close behind Dr. Steele, I head inside, uncertain which Rylee I’m going to find: The fighter I’ve grown to admire or the lost woman I can’t even recognize.
“Let’s go, little man. Let’s see if we can make your momma smile.”