by KG MacGregor
“I don’t know how you stood it.”
He smiled. “The first time you hold your babies you’ll forget all about the bumps in the road. And here’s the kicker—no matter how much you do for Lily while she’s pregnant, you won’t ever feel like it’s enough. I watched Kim suffer through all those fertility treatments and two miscarriages. Then she had all those aches and pains. It made me love her like crazy.”
“I already feel like that and we’re not even that far along.” She felt pleased with herself for how she had stepped up to take over many of the things Lily used to do, like laundry and grocery shopping. Their only real sticking point had been the issue of a new car, which had turned from teasing banter to a sharp-tongued battle of wills. She could understand why Lily would find a minivan more appealing for carrying three children, but her continued insistence that Anna get rid of the Z8 was beyond reason. “Did you ever…never mind.” After all the things Hal had just said, it was ridiculous to think he would understand where she was coming from over something as silly as a car.
“What?”
“I was just wondering…how did you feel about giving up your boat after Jonah was born?”
“It broke my heart, if you want to know the truth. But after Jonah came there was no way we were going to get out more than a couple of times a year. It didn’t make sense to pay all those docking fees for something I couldn’t even enjoy.”
“But you loved it.”
“I did, but I loved being a dad more. It was one of those bargains I made with myself, to trade one for the other.”
That wasn’t exactly the answer she was looking for. “But who said you had to trade? You could have had both.”
“Come on, Anna. You know how it was when Andy came along. No more sleeping in on Sunday. No more making out on the couch. It’s part of the decision to have kids.”
Yes, their routines had changed, but their sex life hadn’t suffered that much.
“But you know what I realized? I can get another boat someday. I can’t get this time back with Jonah and Alice.”
She should have known better than to look for support from her family when she and Lily disagreed because it seemed nearly everyone took Lily’s side without even realizing there were sides to take. That meant she was being unreasonable. “Looks like I’ll have to get rid of my Z8.”
“No, you won’t. Rent a garage and put it away for special days.”
She groaned. “You mean save it for my midlife crisis.”
“Right, swing by someday and pick me up and we’ll go buy another boat.”
Lily steeled herself as the massage therapist’s knuckles bore into the tight knots at the base of her neck. He seemed to have a bead on all the places that held her tension, but there was no denying his precision work was chasing it from her body. When he lowered his hands to the small of her back she tipped her head sideways to look at Anna, who was lying on a table alongside her. Her back was bare also and the woman seemed to be pinching her, at least that’s what Anna’s grunts and whimpers suggested.
Nick and Una, the husband and wife team who specialized in couples massage, set a relaxing scene in their studio. Candles flickered around the room as a new age mixture of rainfall and flutes played softly from hidden speakers behind her.
Anna turned to meet her gaze. “This is heavenly.”
“If heaven is anything like this, I’m going to be very good.”
They had gotten an early start from LA, arriving at the spa at ten a.m. Their day of pampering had begun with manicures and pedicures, followed by facials and bikini waxes. Next was lunch on the veranda, then two hours of massage. The spa day was one of Anna’s Christmas presents to her, and while the indulgent treatments were special, nothing compared to the treat of getting out of town on their own for a couple of days, something they hadn’t done since last summer. With twins on the way, it was hard to imagine when they would get another chance, and Lily had no intention of wasting a second, especially tonight in their hotel room.
“What are you thinking about?”
She was glad for the dim light that hid her blush. “Later.”
Anna rumbled with a knowing laugh. “You’re thinking about later or you’ll tell me later?”
“Both.”
They quieted until Nick and Una left them.
“Are you enjoying your Christmas gift as much as I am?” Anna asked.
“If I enjoyed it any more I’d be unconscious. What’s next?”
“Sauna for twenty minutes, then tepid showers. Last is the salon.”
“And dinner?”
Anna smiled and stretched out her hand until they touched. “Room service.”
They wrapped in robes for the walk across the common area, and exchanged them for bath towels to enter the sauna. A middle-aged woman and a teenage girl were already seated and, from the tension in the air, had just had an argument.
“For three thousand dollars, you’d think I could buy one day of not hearing what a disappointment I’ve been as a mother,” the woman said, walking out the door with obvious disgust. The girl tossed her chin defiantly but the embarrassment of their public argument was plain on her face. Several awkward seconds passed and she gathered herself and followed in her mother’s wake.
“Three thousand dollars?” Lily asked.
“Damn straight, so you’d better not bring up getting rid of my car.”
Lily laughed, started to speak, and laughed again. “Believe it or not, it was the farthest thing from my mind. I’ve decided to let you keep your silly old car, but I still want a minivan and when we all go somewhere together, you have to drive it.”
Anna clutched her chest as though she had been mortally wounded. “I’ll have to keep a mask in the console so people won’t know it’s me. And little masks for all the children.”
“Oh, no. Our children will be proud of the minivan, so proud they will beg to ride in it.” She laughed at the exaggerated anguish on Anna’s face. “We’ll get one of those personalized license tags that says ‘Kaklis 5’ so everyone will know it’s ours. And I’ll decorate it with bumper stickers for our honor students.”
“Kill me now.”
Without opening her eyes, Anna began the morning in her usual way, reaching to her right to find Lily. Their decadent getaway had served its purpose, as they had shed a good bit of the stress that had been building over the past year. The indulgent treatments had worked like a reset button, certain to send them back to their lives refreshed and renewed.
“Please don’t tell me we have to get up,” Lily mumbled from beneath the comforter.
Anna wrapped her in an embrace, relishing the warmth of her smooth skin. “We have the room until one, so that means breakfast in bed.”
“I already have the most delicious taste on my lips this morning.”
“So you’re not interested in French toast with confectioner’s sugar and warm maple syrup?”
Lily made a small squeaking noise at the mention of her favorite breakfast. “With bacon?”
“I’ll order it now.” Lily nuzzled her neck as she placed their order, a move that proved very distracting. “Yes, and one French kiss…I mean toast, with a side order of…bacon. And coffee for two.”
Lily burst out laughing when she hung up the phone. “Did you just order a French kiss?”
“I hope you’re amused by my humiliation. I’m hiding in the bathroom when they get here.”
“I think you’re adorable when you blush. Now I know why Kim tortures you.” She tried to get up but Anna held her firm.
“Don’t think you’re going to tease me like that and leave me cold.”
“You looking for a quickie?”
“He said twenty-five minutes, and I’m already halfway there. How about you?”
Lily answered by straddling Anna’s hips and clutching both of her breasts. “Not too quick. I like the view from here.”
Anna relaxed for a moment under the attention but as her arousal grew, sh
e gently nudged Lily alongside her and ran her hands along her torso, stopping to caress her growing tummy. “You get more beautiful every day.”
After only a token fight for dominance, Lily closed her eyes and inhaled sharply, a gesture Anna had come to recognize as surrender. Their tongues parried in a lavish kiss as Anna’s hands roamed the familiar body she had claimed only hours ago. It was never enough.
“Go inside me,” Lily whispered.
She parted the wet flesh and delved deep within, her pulse quickening at Lily’s immediate response. Her fingers went still as she waited for Lily to dictate her need, which she made known by the rise and fall of her hips.
Lily’s eyes danced beneath their lids as her expression changed from one of fleeting sensation to deep focus. Anna stared intently, knowing that when Lily tipped she would seek out her gaze. When she did, unspoken emotions passed between them, fortifying their connection and affirming her belief there was no one in the world meant for her but Lily.
“I love how you do that,” Lily said between gasps.
“Do what?”
She took a few seconds to catch her breath. “Everything. After five years of making love with you, I still feel it in my body and soul.” She rolled onto her side and burrowed into Anna’s embrace, hiding her face as if embarrassed. “I know that probably sounds cheesy but I don’t know how else to say it.”
“It’s not cheesy. I know what you mean, that it’s not just a physical thing.”
“Right…but the physical’s nothing to sneeze at,” Lily said, giggling into Anna’s neck.
“So was it good for you?” Anna asked, pretending to smoke a cigarette.
“The best.”
They were interrupted by a swift knock and announcement of room service. Lily dashed naked into the bathroom as Anna grabbed her robe and directed the waiter to wheel the table onto their balcony.
Lily dug into her French toast with zeal. “I can’t believe I’m eating something this decadent. Beth told me I was eating for three now, but then she reminded me the other two weren’t teenage boys. She wouldn’t like this.”
“Then we won’t tell her. Besides, it’s not like you do it every day. You’ve been very good about your diet and exercise. The only thing missing is rest.”
“Can I help it if you keep me up all night?”
Though it had been said playfully, Anna felt a sting of remorse. For all its wondrous release, making love sapped her energy, so it certainly had double the effect on Lily. Beth had warned them that her sexual needs would ebb and flow, but what mattered most was communication. Though getting away for the weekend had been a lovely idea, it wasn’t enough for Lily to relax overnight in a resort. “I want you to make time to get more rest. Seriously, starting tomorrow I’m going to pick up Andy in the afternoon and keep him with me down at the dealership every day. And I’ll take care of dinner on weeknights, even if it means I have to learn to cook.”
“Whoa! Where did that come from?”
“It bothers me to see you so tired. You’re doing something extraordinary for both of us, and the least I can do is take some of the responsibilities off your plate. You should come home from work and soak in the tub…or take a nap, whatever relaxes you. I can’t be pregnant with you, but I can be your partner.”
Lily’s eyes filled with tears. “You are so sweet.”
“Don’t cry!” This was exactly what Hal had warned would happen. “Save your tears for when I start to cook.”
“But it’s sweet that you’d do something like that. Cooking? That’s a life change for you.”
“Look, Lily.” She slid both hands across the table and intertwined their fingers, hoping Lily’s unpredictable mood swings were well behind them. “If I had my way, you’d quit your job tomorrow and stay home. You could sleep as late as you wanted, go for walks…do whatever helped you relax. Having a baby is a big deal. Having two is just…”
Lily didn’t answer but from the set of her jaw, it was clear she wanted no part of this conversation.
“You don’t have to say anything. I already know how you feel about working, and I’ll support you completely. That’s what this is about. If you’re going to work all day, you need to rest at night. Period.”
“Okay,” she conceded, her jaw still firm. “Then I’ll say it again. It’s very sweet of you to do that, and I promise I’ll relax more at home. But if you really want to support me, don’t keep reminding me that you wish I’d quit my job. Those things don’t go together.”
“Fair enough.” She could think it and not say it.
They followed breakfast with a long soak in the spa tub then reluctantly packed for home. As they accelerated onto the Five, Anna made a big show of shifting through the gears. “Just can’t feel those Gs in a minivan.”
“I already said you could keep it.” Her cell phone chimed and she checked the number before answering. Her brow wrinkled immediately. “This can’t be good.”
As her case was announced Lily shuffled to the front of the courtroom, where the bailiff delivered Maria Esperanza to the defense table. In handcuffs and a stiff orange jumpsuit, she looked haggard, as though her last thirty hours had been pure hell. They probably had.
Judge James Anston, an African-American nearing retirement age, busily signed papers placed before him by his clerk, but looked up long enough to ask Lily for her plea.
“Not guilty, Your Honor.”
Her counterpart from the District Attorney’s Office was Rod Samuels, who looked fresh out of law school in his off-the-rack black suit. From his cherubic face, she expected a voice that was much less austere. “The state requests remand.”
“Your Honor, a first-degree murder charge is outrageous in these circumstances. My client had a restraining order that prohibited the victim from coming within a hundred yards and he clearly violated it.”
“The state plans to prove this defendant lured the victim to her home, where she was lying in wait to kill him. Capital crimes are not eligible for bail.”
Lily eyed Samuels with disbelief. “We believe the state’s conclusions have been drawn prematurely, and in a factual vacuum. Once these facts come to light, we expect not simply a reduction of charges, but a dismissal. My client is the primary caretaker for her two small children and—”
“This is just the arraignment, Ms. Kaklis. We’re not here to try the case,” Judge Anston said. “Talk it over with the prosecution. If the state sees fit to reduce the charges, I’ll consider the question of bail. Until then I’m remanding Mrs. Esperanza to the county jail to await trial”—he pored over his calendar—“on the twentieth of May.”
There was little chance Lily could be in court on such a late date with her babies due less than two weeks later. If the case dragged out or got postponed until she delivered, it could result in a mistrial, and Maria would have to endure more time behind bars awaiting a new trial. “On behalf of my client, I request a speedy trial.”
The judge looked at her with incredulity. “In Los Angeles? Four months is a speedy trial.”
“May I approach?” She and Samuels spoke in hushed tones so their words would be off the record. “I’m pregnant with twins, Your Honor. My due date is June first, and twins are rarely carried full-term. May twentieth is a pretty iffy date.”
Samuels glibly interjected, “Perhaps your client should seek new counsel.”
“I’ve represented Mrs. Esperanza for seven years, much of that involving domestic abuse by the deceased, so I’m sure she would appreciate having me by her side for what we hope is the last time she has to fight to be free of her ex-husband.”
The judge, whom she had known for years, looked at her with just a hint of a smile, clearly pleased by the news of her pregnancy. “I can move this back to July if you like.”
“That wouldn’t be fair to my client. She deserves the chance to swiftly answer these charges so her children can be returned to her.”
He looked again at his calendar, shaking his head. “I ju
st signed off on a plea deal that opens up the court for March first. That’s five weeks. Can you be ready, Mr. Samuels?”
He visibly blanched. “A capital case requires meticulous preparation. We don’t want to waste taxpayer dollars doing a substandard job, and we can’t afford to let a murderer go unpunished.”
“The state has already asserted it can prove murder in the first degree. It sounds now as if the assistant district attorney doubts his own evidence, which means my client should be released on reasonable bail.”
“Sounds like a ‘gotcha’ to me, Mr. Samuels. Put up or shut up.” He waited for an objection that didn’t come, slapped his gavel and announced, “Trial begins March first. Next case.”
Lily exited to a small conference room where guards had taken Maria, who was still handcuffed and now sitting in a metal chair. She dropped her legal tablet with a thud and nodded to the guard, who left and closed the door behind him.
“Tell me everything.”
Maria’s tears came instantly and she made no move to wipe them away. “Sofia and Bobby were playing in the front yard when he drove by the first time. They knew he wasn’t supposed to be there and Sofia ran into the kitchen to tell me, so I called his cell phone.”
“Why? Why didn’t you call the police like I told you?”
“I told him I would if he came back again. I thought it would scare him away.”
“Obviously it didn’t,” Lily said with frustration. “Instead it looks like you lured him there, just like they said.”
“But I didn’t,” she wailed. “He said I was turning Sofia into a fucking whore and Bobby into a fag, and he wasn’t going to let me do it.”
“And what else, did he threaten them?”
Maria gave her a chilling look. “I knew what he meant. I don’t care what anyone says, I knew he had a gun because I saw it.”
Proving that in court was another matter entirely. “That’s all the more reason you should have called the police. Why didn’t you? Tell me exactly what you were thinking because it’s a key part of your defense.”
“I didn’t see him when he drove by—only the children did—so I knew I wouldn’t be able to answer the police’s questions. They wouldn’t have come. That’s how they are.”
