Still wrapped in Gus’ arms, I found him smiling at me. “I’ll get him,” he said softly. “I need to use the bathroom,” I said quickly. “It’s just across the hall. It’s not fancy, just a small room with a port-a-potty. I left a pregnancy test in there for you.” “I don’t want to take it,” I said. “I think you should. You’ll believe it more coming from a stick than Gretchen.” “Maybe. Can you change Emmett’s diaper while I’m gone?” “Sure. We have formula here, if you want me to give him a bottle?” “You can try.” Gus rolled out of the bed first and began tending to Emmett. I admired how such a rugged man could be so gentle with such a tiny baby. I left the room in search of the port-a-potty closet. It was across the hall and down one door on the left.