"Sure you could. It's easy. All you have to do is wake up early, get the paper, and read it leisurely while drinking tequila shooters."
Denise giggled.
"Seriously, do you ever think about having more kids?" Melissa asked.
"Not too often."
"Because of Kyle?" They'd talked a little about his problem earlier.
"No, not just that. But it's not something I can do alone, is it?"
"But if you were married?"
After a moment Denise smiled. "Probably."
Melissa nodded. "Do you think Taylor would be a good dad?"
"I know he would."
"So do I," Melissa agreed. "Have you two ever talked about it?"
"Marriage? No. He hasn't brought it up at all."
"Mmm," Melissa said. "I'll try to find out what he's thinking, all right?"
"You don't have to do that," Denise protested, flushing.
"Oh, I want to. I'm as curious as you are. But don't worry, I'll be subtle. He won't even know what I'm getting at."
"So, Taylor, are you gonna marry this wonderful girl or what?"
Denise almost dropped her fork onto her plate. Taylor was in the middle of taking a drink and he inhaled a bit of it, causing him to cough three times as he expelled it from the wrong pipe. He brought his napkin to his face, his eyes watering.
"Excuse me?"
The four of them were eating their meal--steaks, green salad, Cheddar cheese potatoes, and garlic bread. They'd been laughing and joking, having a good time, and were halfway done when Melissa dropped her bombshell. Denise felt the blood rush to her cheeks as Melissa went on matter-of-factly.
"I mean, she's a babe, Taylor. Smart, too. Girls like her don't come along every day."
Though obviously said in jest, Taylor stiffened slightly.
"I haven't really thought about it," he said almost defensively, and Melissa leaned forward, patting his arm as she laughed out loud.
"I don't expect an answer, Taylor--I was kidding. I just wanted to see your expression. Your eyes got big as saucers."
"That's because I was choking," Taylor answered.
She leaned toward him. "I'm sorry. But I just couldn't resist. You're easy to pick on. Just like Bozo over here."
"Are you talking about me, darling?" Mitch broke in, trying to offset Taylor's obvious discomfort.
"Who else calls you Bozo?"
"With the exception of you--and my three other wives, of course--no one really."
"Mmm," she said, "that's good. Otherwise I might get jealous."
Melissa leaned over and gave her husband a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Are they always like this?" Denise whispered to Taylor, praying he wouldn't think she'd put Melissa up to the question.
"Ever since I've known them," Taylor said, but it was obvious his mind was elsewhere.
"Hey, no talking behind our backs," Melissa said. Turning toward Denise, she moved the conversation back to safer ground. "So tell me about Atlanta. I've never been there. . . ."
Denise took a deep breath as Melissa looked right at her, an almost imperceptible smirk on her face. Her wink was so inconspicuous that neither Mitch nor Taylor caught it.
And though Melissa and Denise chatted for the next hour, Mitch joining in whenever appropriate, Taylor, Denise noticed, didn't say much at all.
"I'm gonna get you!" Mitch shouted as he ran through the yard, chasing Jud, who was screaming as well, the high-pitched shrieks alternating between delight and fear.
"You're almost on base! Run!" Taylor yelled. Jud lowered his head, charging, as Mitch slowed down behind him, the cause lost. Jud reached base, joining the others.
It was an hour after dinner--the sun had finally set, and Mitch and Taylor were playing tag with the boys in the yard out front. Mitch, his hands on his hips, looked around the yard at the five kids, his chest heaving. They were all within a few feet of each other.
"You can't get me, Daddy!" Cameron taunted, his thumbs by his ears, fingers wagging.
"Try to get me, Daddy!" Will added, his voice joining his brother's.
"Then you've got to get off base," Mitch said, bending over and putting his hands on his knees. Cameron and Will, sensing weakness, suddenly darted in opposite directions.
"C'mon, Daddy!" Will shouted gleefully.
"Okay, now you asked for it!" Mitch said, doing his best to rise to the challenge. Mitch began trudging toward Will, heading past Taylor and Kyle, who remained safely on base.
"Run, Daddy, run!" Will teased, knowing he was agile enough to stay well away from his father.
Mitch chased one son after the other, veering course as he needed to for the next few minutes. Kyle, who had taken a little while to pick up on the game, finally understood it well enough to run with the other kids, and soon his screams were joining with the others as Mitch made his way around the yard. After one too many near misses, Mitch surged toward Taylor.
"I need a little break here," Mitch said, the words almost lost in the wheeze of his gasps.
Taylor darted off to the side, safely out of reach. "Then you gotta catch me, pal."
Taylor let him suffer for another minute or so, until Mitch looked almost green. He finally ran toward the middle of the yard, slowed down, and allowed Mitch to tag off. Mitch bent over again, trying to catch his breath.
"They're faster than they look," Mitch said honestly, "and they change directions like jackrabbits."
"It just seems that way when you're old like you," Taylor replied. "But if you're right, I'll just tag you."
"If you think I'm leaving base, you're out of your mind. I'm just going to take a seat here for a while."
"C'mon!" Cameron shouted to Taylor, wanting the game to resume. "You can't catch me!"
Taylor rubbed his hands together. "All right, here I come!"
Taylor took a giant step toward the kids, and with a jubilant scream they scattered in different directions. But Kyle's voice, cutting loudly through the darkness, was unmistakable and suddenly made Taylor stop his charge.
"C'mon, Daddy!" (C'maw, Da-ee!) Kyle shouted. "C'mon, Daddy!"
Daddy.
Taylor, frozen for a moment, simply stared in Kyle's direction. Mitch, who'd seen Taylor's reaction, teased: "Is there something you haven't told me, Taylor?"
Taylor didn't respond.
"He just called you 'Daddy,' " Mitch added, as if Taylor had missed it.
But Taylor barely heard what Mitch had said. Lost in thought, the word repeated in Taylor's mind.
Daddy.
Though he knew it was simply Kyle mimicking the other children--as if calling out Daddy were part of the game--it nonetheless brought Melissa's statement to mind again.
So are you going to marry this girl or what?
"Earth to Taylor . . . come in, big daddy," Mitch said, unable to suppress a grin.
Taylor finally glanced toward him. "Shut up, Mitch."
"Sure enough . . . Daddy."
Taylor finally took a step toward the kids. "I'm not his daddy," he said, almost to himself.
Though Mitch whispered the next words to himself, Taylor heard them as clearly as he'd heard Kyle's a moment before.
"Not yet, anyway."
"Did you guys have fun?" Melissa asked as the children came pounding through the front door, finally tired enough to call it quits for the night.
"We had a blast. Dad's getting awful slow, though," Cameron offered.
"I am not," Mitch said defensively as he followed them inside. "I let you get to base."
"Right, Dad."
"I put some juice in the living room. Don't spill, okay?" Melissa said as the kids trudged past her. Mitch leaned in to kiss Melissa, but she pulled back. "Not until after you shower. You're filthy."
"This is what I get for entertaining the kids?"
"No, that's the response you get when you smell bad."
Mitch laughed and started toward the patio slider, heading toward the backyard in search of a beer.
Taylor brought up the rear, Kyle right in front of him. Kyle followed the other kids to the living room as Denise watched him go.
"How did he do?" Denise asked.
"Fine," Taylor said simply. "He had fun."
Denise looked at Taylor carefully. Something was obviously bothering him.
"Are you okay?"
Taylor glanced away. "Yeah," he said. "I'm okay."
Without saying anything else, he followed Mitch outside.
With the evening finally winding down, Denise volunteered to help Melissa in the kitchen after dinner, putting the leftovers away. The kids were watching a movie in the living room, sprawled all over the floor, while Mitch and Taylor straightened things up on the deck out back.