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then the doorbell rings.
    We break apart and Bayleigh wipes her eyes, drying them. “Will you get his diaper bag from his room?”
    “Sure,” I say, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before dashing off to Jett’s room. She lets her mom inside and when I return to the living room Bayleigh is all smiles, cooing at Jett and updating her mom about some girly television show they both watch. It’s as if she wasn’t the least bit upset a few minutes ago.
    “Hey, Ms. Maize,” I say. “It’s good to see you.”
    “You too, dear,” she says, pulling me into a hug. “I should get going soon because it’s about to storm out there. I’d like get home before it does.”
    “It is?” Bayleigh says, rushing to the window and peeking out through the blinds. “Is it safe for you to bring him back home later?”
    I check the radar on my phone. “Yeah, it’ll blow over in an hour or two. You’re good,” I say to Bay’s mom who seems all to relieved to have the green light to take Jett. Bayleigh bites her bottom lip.
    “Drive save, Mom,” she says. It’s the same warning tone she uses every time I take the baby somewhere. In her eyes, no one can be too careful when caring for Jett.
    “Do you guys have plans?” Ms. Maize asks. I hand her the diaper bag which she slings over her shoulder and she takes the carrier in both hands.
    “We’re going on a date,” Bayleigh says, a twinkle of light in her eyes. I can’t even put into words how great that makes me feel. Whatever happened between the time her mom got here and now, I’m grateful for it. My wife is in a much better mood.
    We take turns kissing the baby goodbye and then suddenly, for the first time in a month, we are alone.
    “Ready for that date?” I ask. I know better than to question her sudden mood change.
    Bayleigh throws her arms up, gesturing to her purple bathrobe. “I’ll be ready in like ten minutes.”
    I roll my eyes. “Since when are you ever ready in just ten minutes?”
    She throws a playful punch at my stomach. “Fine, twenty minutes.”

Chapter 9
     
     
    I can’t remember the last time Bayleigh rode in the middle seat of my truck. But it feels good to have her there now. We hit the highway and cruise for several miles because all of the good restaurants are way out of our small ass town. I throw my arm around her shoulder and hold her close.
    She’s wearing a black sleeveless dress with a wide sparkly belt and it looks hot as hell on her. I slide my hand up her thigh, under the hem of her dress. I slide it further, until she giggles and pushes my hand away.
    She seems a lot better than she was earlier, and although I wish I could have been the one to cheer her up, I’m happy regardless.
    “So do we want Italian or Mexican?” I ask.
    Bayleigh looks at me and grins. “I dunno, surprise me.”
    “I’ve missed that smile,” I say, leaning over and kissing her forehead. She looks back at me and the grin is wider than ever.
    “Oh stop it,” she says, pushing my arm. “I smile all the damn time.”
    I bite my lip and focus on the road ahead of me. This might be a good time to bring up why she was so upset lately, but then again, the last thing I want to do is piss her off right before dinner. I draw in a deep breath and let out a sigh.
    “What’s wrong?” Bay asks. She plays with a piece of thread that’s sticking out from the knee of my jeans.
    “Nothing’s wrong, baby.”
    She turns toward me with one eyebrow lifted. “Umm…people don’t just make a big freaking sigh like that if nothing’s wrong.”
    For some reason this makes me laugh. I shake my head. “Seriously, nothing is wrong. I was just sighing for fun. I’m really really excited for dinner tonight.”
    “It’ll be nice eating something without constantly checking on Jett.” She squishes her lips to the side of her mouth and looks down at her hands. “God. Does that make me a terrible mom? That I’m actually excited about having a few hours away from