The Things We Do for Love
Lauren swallowed hard. A quivering smile curved her lips even as she started again to cry. "I love you, Angie."
"I know that, honey. It hurts like hell sometimes, doesn't it?"
Lauren immediately went to the stereo and turned on the music. It was still set to her favorite station. An old Aerosmith song pulsed through the speakers, rocked the house with sound. She turned it down quickly, but not fast enough.
Lauren froze, looked up at him. Her smile slipped. "Hey, Conlan, I--"
"She's back," Angie said, patting the baby gently, smiling at the noise. She looked over at the Winnie-the-Pooh lamp on the counter. At last it would light a baby's room. "Our girl's come home."