Erik swallowed. “Yeah.”
“I get it,” she said firmly. ”You know I do.”
“You don’t, though.”
“I do.”
“You and Mike don’t have kids.”
That was where they diverged. Erik had always wanted a baby, to make his own family and undo what his own family must have done when he was a toddler. To create a whole new family line, all of his own, that would never abandon him and would carry on long after he was gone.
Jo—hadn’t. Jo hadn’t wanted to bring any kids into a crap world, and she had met her soulmate in gruff, grumpy, kid-hating Mike. They were in childless heaven, without a regret in the world. So Jo got it…but she didn’t, too.
“Take some cues from Andreas,” she said finally. “He’s got far more experience with kids than you do anyway. He’ll know when to get worried.”
“He’s got a poker face an inch thick,” Erik grumbled.
Jo cackled with laughter.