In Your Dreams. Kristan Higgins

now. Smacking and thudding against his ribs. His hands were slick on the steering wheel, but it was okay; it was fine—he didn’t have to pull over. He was fine.

      There looked to be a thousand cars at Honor’s house. Jack and his sisters, Prudence, Honor and Faith, had grown up here in the New House, built in the 1800s. His middle sister, Honor, now lived with her husband, Tom, and Charlie, the teenager they’d sort of adopted. Jack’s father and stepmother, Mrs. Johnson (technically Mrs. Holland, though no one called her that), lived in a spacious apartment over the garage.

      Today was Faith’s baby shower.

      “Hey, Uncle Jack.” Pru’s son, Ned, approached Jack as he got out of the truck. “Why are we here again?”

      “I have no idea,” Jack said. “Solidarity for Levi, I guess.”

      Sure enough, the men of the family—Jack, his father and grandfather, his three brothers-in-law, and unofficial nephew, Charlie—were manfully hiding in the kitchen as a wave of feminine laughter came from the living room.

      “Jack!” said his father. “Wine?”

      “Thanks, Dad. Hey, Levi. How you doing?”

      Levi looked pained. “They were just talking about nipple infections,” he said, nodding toward the living room, which was hung with blue streamers.

      “I call them the Coven for a reason,” Jack said.

      “Levi!” called Faith. “Come see this, honey. It’s a Diaper Genie!”

      “Ooh. A Diaper Genie,” said Ned. “Grandpa, can I have some wine, too? Please? Quickly?”

      “Are you old enough?”

      “I am. Hurry.”

      “Levi!”

      “They’re calling for you, mate,” said Tom, slapping Levi on the shoulder. “Best not keep the pregnant wife waiting.”

      “Your turn will come,” Levi muttered darkly. “The baby, I’m all for. It’s the...stuff...that’s making me nervous.” He sighed and went into the living room to admire the diaper thing.

      “A new baby,” Dad said contentedly. “About time. Right, Jack? Another nephew for you.”

      “We can only hope he’ll be as cool as Charlie and I are,” Ned said.

      Jack smiled. His wine was gone, he noticed. Funny. He didn’t remember tasting it.

      Mrs. Johnson bustled in, a towering plate of food in her hands. “I thought I heard your voice, Jackie, my darling boy! Would you like something to eat? You look thin.”

      “Mrs. J.,” Jack said to his stepmother, “you look beautiful today. And every day, now that I think of it.” His voice was pretty normal, he thought.

      “Oh, you terrible liar!” She cuffed his head and beamed. “Come. See your sister. Make haste, and then you can eat.”

      Jack allowed himself to be led into the living room, where Faith sat, a plate of cake balanced on her baby bump, pastel-colored wrapping paper and tiny outfits strewn around her.

      A dozen or so women talked at once, sounding like a slew of metal trash cans bouncing down a brick staircase. “Jack, how are you? Jack, you were amazing! Jack, thank God you were there! Jack, Jack, Jack!”

      “Ladies,” he said. The bobcat started ramming the door again, over and over and over. “Hey, sis.” He bent down and dropped an obligatory kiss on his sister’s head.

      “Jack!” Faith said, reaching up to pat his arm. “Thanks for coming, buddy.”

      “Sure. Which sister are you again?”

      “The pregnant one. The queen.”

      He smiled. See? Perfectly normal. Faith was funny, and he reacted appropriately. Honor flashed him a smile, telling him he was doing okay.

      “Well, I hope your labor will be better than mine, Faith,” their grandmother said grandly. “Three days. No painkillers back then, either. It was the ether, or you toughed it out. Sometimes you died. John! Where are you, son?” Dad appeared in the kitchen doorway, already looking guilty. “Three days of labor with you.”

      “I’m sorry, Mom,” he said. “Still.” He sent Jack a pained look.

      “I loved giving birth,” Prudence said. “Ned slid out like a little otter, and with Abby, I didn’t even have time to get to the car. She was born on the kitchen floor. Ass-first, no less.”

      “Thanks, Mom,” Abby said. “I’m so glad everyone got to hear that.”

      “It explains a lot,” her brother yelled from the kitchen.

      “Make sure you get an episiotomy, Faith,” said another woman. “Otherwise, you tear, and you wouldn’t believe how much. Anyone else have stitches in their butts?”

      Sadly, Jack had heard it all before. Three sisters who took no prisoners when it came to “sharing.” It was like comparing war stories, he guessed, though his own stint in the navy hadn’t resulted in any; he’d been in research down in D.C.

      It was a little weird being in the New House—so called because it was newer than the original house built on the property, which had burned down last year. Honor had overhauled the New House this past summer, and while it was still the same friendly, sprawling old place Jack had grown up in, it took some getting used to. More power to her, but still a little disconcerting.

      Or maybe that was just how everything was these days. The same, but off.

      Levi came over and sat down next to him. “You hear some of those stories? Good God.”

      “Yeah, well, I grew up with three sisters. They can’t be in the same room without talking about blood and ovaries. And then there was the crying and snarling when they were teenagers. Terrifying.”

      “Makes me glad I was in Afghanistan when my sister went through puberty,” Levi said. “Probably a lot safer there.” He was quiet for a minute. “You doing okay, Jack?”

      “Oh, sure.”

      “Sleeping all right?”

      “Pretty much,” he lied. Levi shouldn’t have to worry about him.

      “Well, even with a good outcome, sometimes these things can be...traumatic.”

      “Yep. Sure.”

      “If you ever want to talk, just say the word.”

      “Thanks, pal. I appreciate it.” The bobcat was back. Thud. Thud. Thudthud. Thud. He wondered if Levi could see the pulse in his neck.

      Jack stood up as another peal of laughter came from the living room. “All right, I’ve had my estrogen dose of the day.” He paused. “Have you heard anything about the Deiner kid?”

      Levi looked up. “No change.”

      “Okay. Thanks.” He tried to take a deep breath, but the air wouldn’t fit in. Nodded at Levi, waved to the women, then made his way into the kitchen, where the other guys were now playing poker.

      “Pull up a chair, Jack,” said his grandfather. “We can deal you in.”

      “I have some stuff to do at home,” he said, squeezing Pops’s shoulder. “Dad, we should check the pinot tomorrow, okay?”

      “Whatever you say, son.” His father smiled at him, and Jack made sure he smiled back.

      He went out to his truck. The sky was nearly dark. Another day past, so that was good. Not that the nights were easier. Just the opposite, in fact.

      The door closed behind him. Tom this time.

      “Hang on, mate,” he said. “Just wanted a word. How are things?”

      “Thanks, Tom. Things