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Authors: Holly Jacobs

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“You two sound like kids,” JT scolded, though she was still grinning and obviously delighted.

Seth suddenly grew serious. “We may sound like kids, but we're both adults who are worried about you, JT. Remember we're here. You can talk to either of us, anytime, about anything.”

JT eyed the earnest lieutenant, then nodded. “That's nice, but I'm fine. See you tomorrow, Ms. Watson.” She walked them to the front door. “Bye,” JT said before she shut the door.

Laura looked at the door. “I hope that helped.”

Seth nodded. “I think she knows you care. Sometimes that alone can make all the difference. Believe me, kids know when they're totally on their own, and it hurts.”

Laura wanted to ask what he meant, but Seth's expression said he already regretted what he'd said. Hurriedly he added, “Maybe having at least one teacher believe in her will be enough.”

“And maybe having a cop believe in her helps, too. I wonder about her mother, though. She doesn't seem to be around much.” Laura shook her head. “How could any mother leave a child on their own so much?”

She thought about magic, her baby, and how she'd lost Jay, but still had this piece of him. Yes, that was magic.

Suddenly, she felt excited about painting the baby's room this weekend.

No matter what—this baby was her family.

“As for Saturday, could you use another hand?”

Laura looked at the tall cop. “Pardon?”

“I thought maybe I'd come help JT on Saturday, if you don't mind.”

“No, I guess I don't, but—” They reached the truck and Seth got the door for her.

“Oh.” Laura had never had a man hold a door for her before. Jay hadn't done it, and she'd never expected him to. She was sure Seth was doing it simply because she was pregnant and needed help to climb into his monster of a truck.

“You're a good man, Charlie Brown,” she said as she got in the car.

 

S
ETH SAW
L
AURA'S SURPRISE
. He might have blamed his mother for his good manners, but in reality, he didn't mind doing things like opening doors for women, although he was generally of the opinion that women were just as capable as men. But Laura had to be almost as wide as she was tall. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but still, she'd have been hard-pressed to climb in the truck without assistance.

Moments later he was behind the steering wheel. “I hope I didn't step on your toes, since some women take offense at a guy getting the door and…”

“My mother said, don't take offense where no offense was intended.” Laura caught herself. “Well, she would have said that if she'd lived long enough to have those kind of talks with me.” She felt embarrassed. “I was nine when she died, and that was too young for conversations like that. But in my head, she gave me all kinds of sage advice as I grew older. I mean, I knew she wasn't really there, but I felt better pretending, and
most of her advice centered on being kind, so I figured it was all good.”

“That's a shame, you losing your mom.”

“Hey, Dad was great. We made a solid team.”

Seth thought about it…he understood loss, but not to that extent. What Laura had gone through losing both her parents and a fiancé. Seth didn't say anything more on the subject as he drove toward the high school.

“How about you?” she finally asked. “You told me you have five siblings, but how about your parents. Are you close?”

“We were once, but not anymore.”

“I'm sorry,” Laura said softly.

For the first time since Allie died he admitted, “I am, too.”

“Is there any way to fix things?”

He didn't answer. Couldn't. “So, about Saturday?”

Laura was kind enough to let him change the subject. “Sure. I have a little less than a month until Bbog is born—”

“Bog?” he asked.

“Bbog. Two B's. The night we found out we were pregnant, we referred to the baby as Baby-boy-or-girl. The next day, Jay sent me flowers and that was too long to fit on the florist's card, so he abbreviated it to Bbog and after that, well, that's how we referred to the baby.”

“Bbog. It's original,” he said diplomatically. “You haven't tried to find out what it is?”

“No. I want to be surprised. Jay wanted a girl, but I keep thinking it's a boy.” She paused, then added, “About Saturday, thanks. I'd appreciate your help.”

“Other than painting, what needs to be done?”

She sighed. “Everything.”

“As in, put together the crib and set up the changing table everything?”

“Yes. I've tried, over and over again, but…”

Seth finished for her. “But you expected Jay to be there helping you, and it hurt too much to do it on your own.” He got that. After Allie died, he'd had to take down everything they'd put together. It had bothered him so much, he'd sold the house and moved into his apartment.

He glanced over and saw Laura's shocked face.

“Yes, that's it. How did you know?”

“I was married once and my wife passed away.” He couldn't bring himself to mention the babies he'd lost, as well. Not with Laura so close to delivering her own. So, he simply said, “I get it, Laura.”

He'd felt a connection to her. A connection he hadn't felt with anyone else. Seth suspected that his checking on Laura didn't have much to do with the chief's request, or even JT. He and Laura both understood loss in a way few people did.

“Oh,” she said slowly. “Oh, Seth, I'm sorry that you get it.”

“Me, too. For both of us.” Needing to lighten the mood, he said, “So, we'll make a party of it on Saturday? Enjoy ourselves…right?”

“Yes. That would be nice.”

They drove the rest of the distance in companionable silence. Seth wished Laura would chatter about something, because otherwise he was left with thoughts of his parents and Allie.

His wife would be furious that he hadn't mended the rift with his parents. There were moments he so wanted to. He wanted to hug his mom, shake his dad's hand and assure them both that it was fine, that he forgave them. He simply hadn't been able to bring himself to say the words.

They'd wanted him to wait to marry Allie, saying that they were both too young. But if he'd listened and waited, he'd have missed so much. Maybe marrying right out of high school wasn't normally the wisest thing, but he treasured every one of those minutes with her.

After she'd died, his parents' words of sympathy had felt hollow. Every word of comfort they tried to offer, every gesture had set Seth's teeth on edge because all he could do was remember that they hadn't wanted him to marry her. He tamped down that old anger and concentrated on the here and now.

Since his brother Zac had gotten married, he'd been around his family more than he'd been in years. He'd made an uneasy truce with his parents for his brother's sake.

It wasn't the same relationship they'd once had, but it was
a
relationship. That would have to do.

CHAPTER THREE

L
AURA LOVED HER SMALL
house within walking distance to the school. When she'd bought it three years ago, she'd enjoyed decorating and arranging everything. It was perfect.

This room was not.

She stood at the door to what was once the guest room and now would be a nursery. Unfortunately, it didn't look like either at the moment. It looked like a storage room. A very disorganized storage room at that.

There were boxes and bags everywhere. For the last month she'd meant to come in and start sorting everything she'd bought for the baby's arrival, but every time she tried, she got as far as opening the door, then she'd simply shut it and back away.

It wasn't fair.

She was supposed to be doing this with Jay.

He was supposed to be here with her. They'd have called his parents, told them to come over and made a day of it. She'd have baked lasagna, and that crunchy garlic bread Jay liked so much. The aroma of it would have filled her small house and the sound of laughter would have filled every room as well.

They'd decided to live here for a few years and save money for something bigger. She always told Jay that
the small size simply made the house more cozy. And on that day, it would have been cozy. Jay, his parents and her pregnant belly would have filled the house to the point of overflowing.

The thought of how it should have been hurt. It was a crippling pain that had the ability to take her breath away.

She put the pain aside, though, and concentrated on how it was now.

And how-it-was-now was that JT was going to paint a beautiful mural, and Seth was going to assemble the baby's furniture.

How-it-was-now, was that she was going to gather all the baby's clothes and wash them, then fold them and put them in drawers.

Laura forced herself into the room and pulled a bunch of Onesies out of a box. She'd ordered them from an online store. It's how she'd bought most of the baby's things. It seemed so much easier than traipsing to stores and having people ooh and aah over her ever-expanding stomach. Each time someone did that, she was hit anew with the thought that Jay should be there.

Stop.

She needed to stop thinking about Jay.

Which sounded so simple and was anything but.

She pulled out a Onesie. It had a picture of Einstein and the caption said Brilliant Minds Have Bad Hair Days, Too. She smiled. She could do this.

She marveled at how small the tiny sleepers were. Within weeks, Bbog would be wearing them as she held him or her.

She took off tags and filled the laundry basket with the baby's clothes, then struggled to her feet. She was so ready not to feel like a turtle who was stuck on his back, scrambling to find some way to right himself.

The doorbell rang.

Basket in hand, she opened the door to Seth.

He looked different out of uniform. Approachable.

Cute.

Thinking of Seth Keller as cute was disconcerting at best, downright disturbing at worst.

“Hey, what are you doing?” he asked by way of a greeting.

For a moment she worried that he knew she'd thought he was cute, but he came in, shut the door behind him and stared pointedly at the basket in her hand.

Laura felt a flood of relief. “Laundry? I mean, I'd have thought it was evident, but maybe not.”

“You shouldn't be carrying anything.” He took the basket from her hands.

“I can carry a basket of baby clothes. They weigh less than the grocery bags tend to.”

“You shouldn't carry those eith—”

She was saved from another lecture and more disturbing thoughts about the man's cuteness when the doorbell rang.

Laura opened the door to find the once again scrubbed-looking JT wearing oversize denim overalls and a tight white shirt, carrying a small bag. Her mother was in the car and didn't look as if she was going to get out.

“Hi, Ms. Watson. Let's make some pretty pictures.”

Seth put the basket down and went past them to
JT's mother's car. He talked to her for a minute, then returned to the house. “I told her I'd take you home, if that was okay, and it was.”

JT nodded. “Thanks. So, Ms. Watson, wanna show me the room?”

 

S
ETH LISTENED TO
JT and Laura chatter away about painting techniques and the mural as he opened up the box that contained the crib. The instructions may as well have been in Greek.

Now, he was sure Greek was a fine language. He had friends who were Greek and Lori and Tony had a habit of calling each other Greek endearments, which he was sure Laura and JT would think was sweet. But he wanted his instructions in English. Not rocket scientist English, but rather plain old everyday English.

He examined the parts, assessing what he had and trying to picture what he had to do in order to turn them into a crib.

Laura left to start a load of baby clothes in the machine, and he said, “JT, look at this paragraph. See if it makes sense to you.” He thrust the instructions at the girl.

She studied them for a moment and shrugged. “I don't get it.”

“Could you read that paragraph while I try to follow along?”

JT studied the text, then shook her head. “No.” She turned her back on him and started to sketch outlines on the wall.

He looked up and saw Laura standing in the doorway with a puzzled expression on her face as she stared at
JT. “Why don't I help you?” she asked him. Laura read the instructions, step-by-step. And gradually, he made progress. She held a side as he screwed the headboard in place.

Forty-five minutes later, they had a crib.

“I'm gonna paint soon, Ms. Watson. You shouldn't be in the fumes.”

“Okay. I'll make lunch.” Seth jumped to his feet and offered her a hand. At first, he thought she wasn't going to take it, but good sense won out and she did. He got her to her feet and she headed into the hall.

Seth hung behind. “Can I do anything to help, JT?”

JT shook her head. “Nah. I like working on my own.”

“I get that. But sometimes everybody needs a hand. Remember, I'm here. So's Ms. Watson. We're here to help with whatever you need.”

JT turned toward him. “I know we're talking about more than helping with a mural. You're trying to be real sly and make sure I know that you two care. I sort of already figured it out. I don't know why. Why do you like me? I'm not the kind of kid most cops latch on to. And I can't figure out why Ms. Watson likes me. She's the only teacher at the school who does.”

“That's not true.”

JT snorted. “Yeah, it is. Of course, I'm a pain in the ass in class. I don't turn in homework and don't apply myself. I'm disruptive and according to one very helpful teacher, there's a chance I'm heading for a life of crime. She's got a whole list of things I do and don't do. Most of the time what I do do, I shouldn't. And what I
don't do, I should. It's no way to endear yourself to the powers-that-be. I guess they have a reason not to really like me, which only makes it weirder that Ms. Watson seems to.”

“So, why not apply yourself?”

“Why should I?”

Seth couldn't help but think of his mom. He knew exactly what she'd say if she were here. “My mom had this
option
speech. She'd say, you should always do your best in every class, no matter how much work it takes because each of those grades represents your future options. Maybe your future job won't depend on your grade in biology, but maybe you'll decide you want to be a doctor. Maybe you'll have this burning desire that eats at you—a feeling that your life won't be complete unless you become a doctor. Well, if you flunked out of your science classes, you won't have that option.”

He'd heard the speech so many times growing up, it was like he was channeling Deborah Keller. “If she said that to me once, she said it a thousand times. For her, it wasn't about the grades, or the teachers, it was about me. About giving me the world. So, maybe you should give yourself as much of a chance as possible.”

“Maybe I'm dumb enough that all the chances and all the trying in the world won't give me many choices, so what does it matter?”

Before he could come up with a response, JT pulled out some earbuds, stuck them in her ears and turned on an iPod, effectively tuning him out and his obviously unwanted advice.

He went back to the boxes and pulled out the pieces
of a highchair. It was much easier to put together than the crib. Twenty minutes later, he carried it to the kitchen. “Where should this go?”

Laura smiled. “It's great, isn't it? How about we put it here.” She gestured to the side of the table. “I normally use this chair, so it will be close. I bought a little cloth cushion for it. It's somewhere in all those boxes and bags.”

“I'll find it. JT will holler at both of us if you try going into that room while she's painting.” He paused. “She thinks she's dumb.”

“Pardon?”

“I was talking to JT about leaving her options open by getting good grades, and it was easy to tell from her response that she doesn't think she could get good grades, even if she tried. So her philosophy seems to be, why bother?”

Laura chewed on her lip. “I'll talk to some of her other teachers next week. She still has detention with me. I'm pretty sure she'll be serving it until Thanksgiving, or after. I thought her teachers could tell me areas she needs help in and we could work on them while she's my captive.”

Laura looked fierce. Determined to help JT, even if JT didn't want the help. She reminded him of Allie. His wife had gone into social work, filled with ideals, ready to save the world.

Seeing that same sense of commitment in Laura made him feel closer to her. “I hate to see any kid this lost. When they feel that it's hopeless…well, that's when we see them at the station. I don't want to find JT down there again.”

Laura tore some lettuce and put it into a huge wooden bowl. “There's something about her, isn't there?”

“She reminds me of me,” he admitted.

“Really?” She seemed surprised at the comparison.

Seth remembered what it felt like to think no one cared, to believe he had no future. “She's in pain. I'm no psychiatrist, and I don't know why, but I can see it. And I understand it, too. Every day since Allie died, I've hurt. It's like this gaping wound that scabs over, but the scab keeps getting ripped off. It's stupid things. Like holidays.” Christmas was less than a month away. That was one of the most excruciating holidays. But all of them were hard.

“A certain song,” Laura added. “The smell of his cologne as you walk through a store.”

Seth nodded. “Going out on a starlit night…Allie loved the stars. She could name all kinds of constellations and would point them out to me and tell me their stories. I've never been able to see them like she could. When the scab comes off, it leaves me bleeding again. Makes me feel so alone. I see that in JT.”

“Jay and I used to fight about the remote. Not really fight. It was one of those couple's mock-battles. We'd laugh as we jockeyed for control. Now, every time I pick it up, I wish he was here. I'd…”

She didn't need to finish the sentence because Seth got it. “Both of us understand pain and loneliness. Maybe that's why we're so drawn to JT and her problems.”

“I hadn't thought of it that way.” Laura looked thoughtful.

“I know why we hurt…we've both lost people we love. I'm not sure why she maybe feels this way. But I think when we figure that out, we'll be able to figure out how to reach her.”

“So, we're allies?”

Seth liked the term. “That's a perfect way to describe us. Allies. For JT's sake.”

“I'll talk to her teachers on Monday and maybe we'll have some clue.”

“Maybe the school's counselor?” he suggested.

“I can give it a try.” She paused. “Thanks for this.” She waved her hands between them. “Defining us as allies. It makes me feel better.”

He must have looked confused, because Laura continued, “I'll confess, I haven't let myself really think about it, but in the back of my mind, I thought maybe you were here because of Jay's dad.”

“He's not the reason. He did ask me to let him know if you needed anything, but was actually very specific about not wanting me to feel like I was in the middle. He didn't want me spying on you. We're allies. He's my boss. They're two different and distinct relationships.”

Laura seemed relieved. “Good. Thanks. You can tell him that I don't need anything from him or his wife. You can assure him of that.”

Whatever was between the chief and Laura, it was clear that it ran deep. “Pain and anger. You, me and JT—the three of us seem to have it in spades. Hopefully, we'll figure out what caused JT's and help her get past it.”

Was there hope for them, as well?

 

T
HE BABY'S ROOM WASN'T
completely done, but, with Seth and JT's help, it was close. Laura went into school on Monday with some of her old optimism. She would find a way to help JT. She got a copy of JT's schedule in the office, and one-by-one, tracked down her teachers.

JT's science teacher handed her a stack of worksheets that JT could do for extra credit. JT's math teacher, while not offering up glowing comments did say that she did well with the pre-algebra questions in class, but she struggled with word problems.

Her French teacher said her spoken vocabulary was above average, but her written knowledge of the language was almost nonexistent and she gave Laura some flashcards to work with.

Laura found JT's English teacher at her desk during the her lunch break. She didn't know Debbie Lutz well. Debbie was older and had a different clique of teacher friends than Laura did, but they'd always been on good terms. She knocked softly on the open door to draw her colleague's attention. “Hey, Deb.”

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