Red Lily

heels on wood. He glanced over and spotted Lily running, with Hayley scrambling behind her.
    “She want a beer, too?”
    With a laugh, Hayley started to scoop Lily up, only to have her baby girl go red in the face and arch away. “You. Like always.”
    “That’s my girl.” He hoisted her up, gave her a toss. The mutinous little face went sugar sweet and bright with smiles. Pretending to pout, Hayley finished pouring her beer.
    “Shows where I am in her pecking order.”
    “You got the beer, I got the kid.”
    Lily wrapped an arm around Harper’s neck, dipped her head to rest it on his cheek. Hayley nodded, lifted her glass. “Looks like.”
    I T WAS WONDERFUL to have everyone around the table again, the whole Harper House family, as Hayley thought of them, sitting together, diving into David’s honey-glazed ham.
    She’d missed having a big family. Growing up, it had been just Hayley and her father. Not that she’d felt deprived, she thought, not in any way. She and her father had been a team, a unit, and he was—had been—the kindest, funniest, warmest man she’d ever known.
    But she’d missed having meals like this, a full table, lotsof voices—even the arguments and drama that went hand-in-hand in her mind with big families.
    Lily would grow up with that, because Roz had welcomed them. So Lily would have a lifetime of meals like this one, full of aunts and uncles and cousins. Grandparents, she thought, stealing a glance toward Roz and Mitch. And when Roz’s other sons, or Mitch’s son, came to visit, it would just add to the rich family stew.
    One day, Roz’s sons, and Mitch’s Josh, would get married. Probably have a herd of kids between them.
    She shifted her gaze toward Harper and ordered herself to ignore the little ache that came from thinking of him married, making babies with some woman whose face she couldn’t see.
    Of course, she’d be beautiful, that was a given. Probably blonde and built and blue-blooded. The bitch.
    Whoever she turned out to be, whatever she looked like or was like, Hayley determined she’d make friends. Even if it killed her.
    “Something wrong with the potatoes?” David murmured beside her.
    “Hmm. No. They’re awesome.”
    “Just wondered why you looked like you were forcing down some bad-tasting medicine, sugar.”
    “Oh, just thought about something I’m going to have to do, and won’t like. Life’s full of them. But that doesn’t include eating these potatoes. In fact, I was wondering if you could show me how to cook some things. I can cook pretty good. Daddy and I split that chore, and we were both okay with the basics—I could even get a little fancy now and then. But Lily’s growing up on your cooking, so I ought to be able to fix it for her myself when need be.”
    “Hmm, a kitchen apprentice. One I can mold into my own likeness. Love to.”

    When Lily began to drop the bits of food still on her tray delicately to the floor, Hayley popped up. “Guess who’s done.”
    “Gavin, why don’t you and Luke take Lily outside and play awhile?”
    “Oh.” Hayley shook her head at Stella’s suggestion. “I don’t want them to have to mind her.”
    “We can do it,” Gavin piped up. “She likes to chase the ball and the Frisbee.”
    “Well . . .” At nearly ten, Gavin was tall for his age. And at just-turned-eight, Luke was right behind him. They could—and had—handled Lily at play on the backyard grass. “I don’t mind if you don’t, and she’d love it. But when you’re tired of her, you just bring her back.”
    “And as a reward, ice cream sundaes later.”
    David’s announcement got a couple of cheers.
    When playtime was over, the sundaes devoured, Hayley carried Lily up to get her ready for bed, and Stella brought the boys up to the sitting room they’d once shared to watch television.
    “Roz and Mitch want an Amelia talk,” Stella told her. “I didn’t know if you’d gotten the word.”
    “No, but that’s fine. I’ll be down as soon as she is.”
    “Need any help?”
    “Not this time, but thanks. Her eyes are already drooping.”
    It was nice, she thought, to hear the muted crash and boom of some sort of space war on the sitting room television and the bright chatter of the boys’ commentary on the action. She’d missed those noises since Stella had gotten married.
    She settled Lily in for the night—hopefully—checked the monitor and the night-light. Then left the door ajar as she returned