Good Husband Material. Kara Lennox

too, whether you like it or not.”

      Natalie sat up straighter. “I wasn’t trying to deny—”

      “But you were hoping. I happen to think a child needs two parents. I had to raise mine without a mother, and if they’re turning out okay it’s not because we didn’t go through some tough times.”

      “Okay, Josh! I agree, two parents are best.”

      “Yet you adopted as a single mother.” Once again, he realized he’d spoken unwisely. What was wrong with him? He didn’t normally blurt things out.

      “Because one parent is better than a crowded orphanage,” she said indignantly.

      Orphanage? Did they even have orphanages anymore? “Whoa, whoa, let’s back up. I wasn’t meaning to criticize. I’m sure you’re a fabulous mother to Mary. And you’re going to be a fabulous mother to our baby, too.”

      She unruffled her feathers slightly. “I’m going to try my darnedest.”

      “There’s a slight problem, you know. We live four hours apart.”

      “We can work that out. Weekends, vacations—”

      “I don’t want to be a vacation dad, or a summer dad. I want to be a part of this child’s life every day. I need that.”

      “We’re going to have to make some compromises,” she said reasonably.

      “Like hell. The solution is to live near each other. Preferably on the same street.”

      “You just made partner,” she said. “You can’t exactly pick up stakes and move to Dallas. And I’m not—”

      “It’s more logical for you to move,” he said smoothly. “You’re a nurse. Nurses are in high demand everywhere. With your experience, you can get a job at any hospital in Houston.”

      “I can’t move!” she exploded, jumping to her feet. “I’ve got a home in Dallas. Family ties. Mary is in a school she loves, with friends she’s known her whole life.”

      He wasn’t surprised at her outburst. He wouldn’t want to have to uproot his life or his kids’ lives, either. But she would get used to the idea. One thing Josh knew how to do was negotiate, and he had just the lever to negotiate Natalie exactly where she needed to be. “I can’t make you move, I guess. But in the end, I know you’ll do what’s best for our child.”

      Chapter Four

      Natalie steamed through the entire drive home. How dare Josh demand that she give up her life, drag Mary out of her school and away from her friends, and treat her job like it didn’t matter? She’d been doing him a favor, informing him about the baby and giving him carte blanche to participate as much or as little as he wanted in their baby’s life. She hadn’t even suggested the possibility of financial support, though he probably earned at least five times her salary.

      All in all, she’d been very reasonable and generous. And how had he reacted? By ordering her to disrupt her entire life, pack everything up and move herself and Mary to Houston.

      She’d lived in Houston before, during most of her marriage to Josh, and she hadn’t liked it. Too hot and humid. Cockroaches bigger than your foot. Of course, no place was that attractive when you had no money for air-conditioning. Maybe it would be different now….

      No, no, no. That was inconceivable. She couldn’t ask Mary to change schools halfway through high school.

      She was no happier by the time she arrived home. She was exhausted from making the four-hundred-mile round-trip all in one day—she’d decided not to stay overnight after her argument with Josh. She’d been too restless to sit in a hotel room, and shopping or looking up old friends had been out of the question given her mood.

      Natalie was tired and cranky by the time she arrived home. Of course, she was tired and cranky a lot lately. That was the reason she’d gone to see Celia in the first place.

      Celia had warned her to expect more of the same. Pregnancy could be a bit more taxing for her than for, say, a twenty-five-year-old.

      The smell of corn bread, though, made her smile. Mary was in the kitchen again.

      Mary greeted her with a hug, managing to do it without dislodging the cell phone wedged between her ear and shoulder. “My mom’s home, I’ll call you back,” she said to whomever she was talking to, and disconnected. “Oh, poor Mom, you look done in. How did it go?”

      “Not as happily as I’d hoped,” she confessed. “Whatever you’re cooking, I want some. I’m starving. And grateful, by the way, since I haven’t told you lately how much I appreciate the cooking and grocery shopping you do.”

      “No charge. I bought some sparkling grape juice today, so you can pretend you’re drinking wine.”

      “Oh, that’s so sweet.”

      “So was Josh a jerk about it? Did he tell you to get lost?”

      “No, nothing like that. He was a little too enthusiastic, in fact. Suddenly he’s super-dad.”

      “Oh.” A little frown line appeared between Mary’s eyebrows. “That’s bad.”

      Natalie sighed. “Not necessarily. It’s just that I’ve been making my own decisions for a lot of years now. To suddenly have someone trying to tell me what to do…I’m just not used to it and I don’t like it. We’ll work it all out.” The last thing she wanted was for Mary to worry. She was still just a kid, despite her comparative maturity for a sixteen-year-old.

      Mary served up a cup of chili, a square of corn bread and a green salad, then made the same for herself. Natalie ate it greedily and felt better afterward. The worst was over. She’d given the news to the two people most affected by her pregnancy. Now she could start planning for the baby. She would have to convert the spare room to a nursery, but right now it was just a junk room, so that was doable.

      So much to do, but the more she thought about it, the more excited she got. She had so enjoyed decorating Mary’s room in anticipation of her arrival. It would be even more fun planning it with Mary.

      After helping her daughter with the dishes, Natalie was looking forward to a long bubble bath and turning in early with a good book. But she decided to check her e-mail, and she was shocked to find three messages from Josh.

      With some trepidation, she opened the first one and read it:

      Natalie—

      Sorry if I came on a little strong. Your news came out of left field, and my reaction was hardly civil. I appreciate that you drove all the way to Houston to give me the news, and now that I’ve had a chance to think about it, I’m excited. We’ll talk more soon.

      Josh

      Natalie sighed with relief. So he hadn’t been really serious about her moving to Houston. Thank God. Although she’d meant it when she said she thought children were better off with two parents rather than one. It would be nice if Josh was closer.

      She opened the second e-mail.

      Natalie: I thought you might find these ads interesting. Please take good care of yourself and the baby.

      Josh

      He had copied several ads from an online job-listing site. One was advertising for a pediatric nurse at Children’s Hospital of Westwood, a Houston suburb. Flexible hours, it said. Salary commensurate with experience. Another hospital was looking for a neonatal unit supervisor with at least five years’ experience. She had that several times over, but the salary mentioned was significantly higher than her current earnings. A third ad, at a prestigious teaching hospital, was also looking for a neonatal post-surgical nurse. Competitive salary, great benefits, advancement opportunities.

      Oh, wow. Natalie loved her job, but she had to admit she sometimes cruised job