To prepare for the baby’s arrival, Tyler had gone to every maternity store in town. He had filled the backseat with newborn supplies. 

He carefully helped Regina into the front passenger seat before finally noticing me standing there. 

“Lisa, Gina’s holding the baby. Can you squeeze into the back?” 

He had completely forgotten that I usually got car sick. 

I hated the smell of public buses so much that I spent over a year saving up to buy my first car. 

I let Tyler drive it so he could pick me up and drop me off on his way to work. That way, I could sit in the front, roll down the window, and get some fresh air. 

But now, the passenger seat in my car was occupied by another woman. 

“Sorry, Lisa, I hope you don’t mind,” Regina said. She flashed an apologetic smile as she cradled the newborn. 

Then, with misty eyes, she turned to Tyler. “I told you not to pick me up. Look at the backseat, it’s already packed with stuff. And Lisa is tall, there’s no room for her. I should’ve just taken a cab.” 

Tyler panicked. “What? Since when does a new mom have to take a cab home? It’s just a little squeeze. What’s the big deal?”