Wayne was determined to fight the feelings of jealousy he had regarding Van Pelt and her pregnancy. As far as he could see, the man was no longer in the picture, and Rigsby was not going to lose the chance to earn her trust and her love.
It would probably be harder to convince Van Pelt to see him in a romantic light now. She had been hurt by the other guy – he could see that. She also had a lot to deal with: her career, a baby, her parents' disapproval. But he wanted to help. He was nothing like that other guy, and he would prove it to her.
"How was your trip?" he handed her a sandwich.
She glanced down at it and smiled, "It was good. My nephew is getting so big. My parents look good."
"And they didn't give you too much trouble?" he pulled up a chair.
Grace picked up the sandwich, "No. They don't agree with my decision to raise the baby on my own, but they aren't going to fight me."
"Will they fly out to be here for the birth?"
"I think Mom would like to, but they will probably wait until he comes."
Rigsby's brow furrowed, "So, who is going to be with you?"
Grace wished she could ask him, wished he would volunteer.
"I'm not sure. Lisbon said I could call her."
Wayne looked down at his hands, "You could call me too, I mean if you can't get a hold of her or she's busy."
Grace reached out and touched his shoulder, "Thanks, Wayne. I'll keep that in mind."