"Would you? If. . . "
"Yes. Two was the plan, but as soon as Luke was born, I thought, how can I not do this again - and wouldn't it be fun to try for a girl? But another boy would be great. " She leaned forward on the counter, looked out the window. "They're terrific, aren't they? My boys. "
"They are. "
"Kevin was so proud, so in love with them. I think he'd have had half a dozen. "
Hayley heard the change in tone, and this time, she rubbed a hand on Stella's shoulder. "Does it hurt to talk about him?"
"Not anymore. It did for a while, for a long while. " She picked up the dishrag to wipe the counter.
"But now it's good to remember. Warm, I guess. I ought to call those boys in. "
But she turned at the sound of heels clicking on wood. When Roz breezed in, Stella's mouth dropped open.
She recalled her first impression of Rosalind Harper had been of beauty, but this was the first time she'd seen Roz exploit her natural attributes.
She wore a sleek, form-fitting dress in a muted copper color that made her skin glow. It, along with ice-pick-heeled sandals, showed off lean, toned legs. A necklace of delicate filigree with a teardrop of citrine lay over her breasts.
"David?" Roz scanned the room, then rolled dark, dramatic eyes. "He's going to make me late. "
Stella let out an exaggerated breath. "Just let me say, Wow!"
"Yeah. " She grinned, did a little half turn. "I must've been insane when I bought the shoes. They're going to kill me. But when I have to drag myself out to one of these charity deals, I like to make a statement. "
"If the statement's 'I'm totally hot,'" Hayley put in, "you hit it dead on. "
"That was the target. "
"You look absolutely amazing. Sex with class. Every man there's going to wish he was taking you home tonight. "
"Well. " With a half laugh, Roz shook her head. "It's great having women in the house. Who knew? I'm going to go nag David. He'll primp for another hour if I don't give his ass a kick. "
"Have a wonderful time. "
"She sure didn't look like anybody's mother," Stella said under her breath.
* * *
What would she look like in twenty years? Hayley wondered.
She studied herself in the mirror while she rubbed Vitamin E oil over her belly and breasts. Would she still be able to fix herself up and know she looked good?
Of course, she didn't have as much to work with as Roz. She remembered her grandmother saying once that beauty was in the bones. Looking at Roz helped her understand just what that meant.
She'd never be as stunning as Roz, or as eye-catching as Stella, but she looked okay. She took care of her skin, tried out the makeup tricks she read about in magazines.
Guys were attracted.
Obviously, she thought with a self-deprecating smile as she looked down at her belly.
Or had been. Most guys didn't get the hots for pregnant women. And that was fine, because she wasn't interested in men right now. The only thing that mattered was her baby.
"It's all about you now, kid," she said as she pulled on an oversized T-shirt.
After climbing into bed, plumping up her pillows, she reached for one of the books stacked on her nightstand. She had books on childbirth, on pregnancy, on early-childhood development. She read from one of them every night.
When her eyes began to droop, she closed the book.