Siena left the kitchen in as much of a hurry as she had come into it. Maybe her nerves had a part to play in why this dinner made her so anxious. Not that anyone made her feel that way—hell, they didn’t even know about the pregnancy yet, but still … it gave her pause. Their family only ever asked things out of love, but sometimes the way they asked it didn’t come out as positive as they meant for it to.
Would some ask if they were ready? Or about John? Perhaps his mental health or the current state of it?
Questions like those would undoubtedly dampen the happiness of the day, and it worried Siena. More than she wanted to admit, although she hadn’t told John any of that. It wasn’t like it would help him at all. It was bad enough that she worried about it constantly. He didn’t need to get the ideas stuck in his head, too.
Thankfully, it seemed John had grabbed the door before Siena even got a chance to reach the end of the hallway. She joined her husband who was currently greeting his therapist with a handshake and a nod. She didn’t hear what the two men said before she arrived, but she caught the tail end when John said, “And thanks for coming today.”
“Of course, I came. It’s what friends do.” Then, Leonard turned on Siena with a smile when she wrapped one arm around John’s waist. “And Siena … how have you been?”
“Good. Tired, but good.”
Leonard smiled. “As long as you always end with good, then that’s what counts.”
“You’re looking well,” she noted, taking in the man’s tailored suit; something he didn’t wear frequently as he usually settled on slacks and a dress shirt.
“That’s a good sign, then.”
A good sign?
“For what?” Siena asked.
“John!”
The newest arrival of a guest had Siena’s attention drifting behind Leonard to where Andino, his wife Haven, and their toddler and baby—one in each parents’ arms—waited. She didn’t get the answer to the question she asked Leonard because John had them promising to talk more later and moving forward to greet his cousin and the man’s wife and kids.
That was fine.
They had time.