AFRICAN AMERICAN URBAN FICTION: BWWM ROMANCE: Billionaire Baby Daddy (Billionaire Secret Baby Pregnancy Romance) (Multicultural & Interracial Romance Short Stories)

by Carmella Jones

  Ruth leaned forward and squeezed Miriam’s hand. “Ya. I will stay. But only until Sunday.” Then she remembered something. ”Oh! While you were out, this came for you.”

  She handed Miriam a thick envelope addressed to Miss M. Beiler. Miriam looked at it. Certainly, she had not gotten inquiries within the first day! Carefully, she unwound the string tying the envelope closed and pulled out a sheaf of papers. Her eyes opened wide as she realized she was looking at an inquiry complete with marriage contract and directions on how to complete it, travel instructions, and a bank account with money for her journey, as well as short instruction on what to do if she turned down the inquiry.

  Miriam read the inquiry and then handed it to Ruth, who read it out loud while Miriam got to her feet and paced around the room.

  To Miss Miriam Beiler on behalf of Mister Kinkade Walters, represented by Lawyers Stratt and Worthing.

  Our client, Mister Walters, an artist of growing influence and son of Mister and Missus Frank and Geraldine Walters of Topeka, Kansas, wishes to answer your advertisement regarding your ability to serve in the capacity of wife and homemaker.

  Included in the packet are all the details and directions if you are so inclined to join hands in matrimony with Mister Walters. If you are disinclined, please return the contents of this packet to the address on the envelope by 8 am on this following Friday.

  We look forward to your prompt response to this inquiry.

  Signed - Lawyers Stratt and Worthing

  Ruth put the letter down and flipped through the rest of the paperwork, her eyes popping wide when she reached the amount set aside for Miriam’s travel, three hundred dollars plus access to more if the occasion called for it.

  Miriam stopped her pacing. “What do you think?”

  Ruth shrugged her shoulders. “This is the first offer. Certainly, there will be more tomorrow? At the very least, you should sleep on it, ya?”

  Miriam, never one of the more patient ones, sat on the edge of the bed in a huff. “I don’t know that I will be able to sleep. Look how official everything looks! Do you think he is a man of great importance? He must be very busy to have lawyers handle his requests for him, no?”

  Ruth watched as Miriam played with a long strand of hair that was typically bound up and out of easy reach. She admitted to herself that Miriam truly was beautiful, and while her Amish attire did not hide that fact, the new clothes and her new hairstyle certainly accented her beauty. Ruth glanced for a moment in the mirror opposite the bed they were sitting on. Ruth was so different, in appearance and character. Where Miriam was almost olive skinned with her dark hair and deep blue eyes, Ruth was very fair skinned with mousey brown hair that was thin and wispy, and pale blue eyes that most often appeared grey rather than blue. A hint of jealousy touched Ruth and she clamped down on it. Yes, she needed to go home, and soon.

  Ruth returned her attention to Miriam as she sat puzzling over the papers.

  “You know, maybe this is a sign. Maybe the offer came so quickly because it is the one you should take.”

  Miriam stared at the paper as Ruth’s words sank in. “I don’t know...I wonder if I should give it another full day...”

  Ruth leaned back in the bed and closed her eyes. "I think you should sleep on it, but I also think you should not take too long. Something about this particular one seems fortuitous to me.”

  Miriam sat still for a moment. "You really think so?”

  Ruth peeked out of one eye. “Ya. I do.”

  ***

  Miriam was up before Ruth the following morning and spent the early morning hours praying for guidance. She was not a person to just go with the first option, even as badly she wanted to start afresh and leave her past behind her. She considered Ruth’s words, and felt a stirring in her gut that her friend was correct, but doubts and a sudden fear of the unknown made her reconsider.

  After all, one thing about this mail order bride system was that while she had filled out a lengthy application in order to place her ad, she was warned she would learn very little of the men who sought her hand until she met her chosen in person. She feared she could end up with a drunken philanderer or someone just as bad as Owen. However, once she signed her marriage contract, she was legally bound, never mind her own convictions about marriage despite hardships.

  Finally, as Ruth began to stir, Miriam made up her mind to wait for the day’s inquiries to arrive, then she would sort through them that night and make a decision the following morning. When Ruth woke, Miriam told her of her decision and then finally talked Ruth into leaving the hotel and exploring the city with her.

  That evening the weary pair entered the hotel. Miriam checked the front desk and was surprised to learn no further inquiries were left, though the young man indicated that someone might have taken them directly to her room. Arm in arm, the young women made their way up to their room and let themselves in to discover the hotel services had left the room spotless, with complimentary snacks from their kitchen. However, there was no mail or special delivery.

  Miriam sat on the edge of the bed in exasperation. “What can it mean?” she wondered out loud.

  Ruth took off her sweater and her cap, then began unlacing her tall black boots. “It means you got your answer, Miriam.”

  Miriam looked at her friend and she realized Ruth was right yet again. She smiled and went to the dresser where she had put Mister Walters’ proposal. As she flipped through the papers, her mind’s eye thought about Topeka, Kansas. It was no small town anymore. From the little she knew about it just from conversations in the general store back home, she knew that because it was a launching point for so many travelers intent to go farther west, Topeka had become a decent city in its own right. She wondered what it would be like to live in a city. She also wondered what it would be like to be married to a respected gentleman like this Mister Walters.

  Looking up at Ruth, Miriam told her friend that the following day she would accept that single offer. Ruth smiled in satisfaction. She wished her dear friend happiness, but she was also more than ready to leave the chaos of the city behind. She wanted to return home and begin her own new life.

  ***

  That very Saturday, Miriam watched Ruth get on a coach that would take her out of town and back to Lancaster County. The two young women knew this was goodbye forever, for Miriam would never be welcomed back, and just corresponding with Miriam could cause trouble for Ruth as well. They both shed a few tears as the reality hit them, and they hugged fiercely before Ruth climbed into the coach and solemnly waved goodbye to Miriam who was having her own luggage loaded onto a taxi to take her to the train station where her journey west was to begin.

  Miriam watched as the men loaded her luggage, then she climbed into the horse drawn taxi, her stomach in knots as she considered Ruth’s dilemma when she returned to the community. Ruth would not lie, but Miriam knew she would do her best to keep Miriam’s whereabouts from Owen. Both women knew that Owen was reckless enough to try to go after her, risking his own shunning. So Miriam was relieved that her own train was to leave in just an hour, and Ruth would not get back to her family until late that night. At that point, Miriam would be well on her way to Topeka.

  ***

  Five days later, a small man who presented himself with a business card inscribed with his title met Miriam at the depot in Topeka; he was one of the lawyers Mister Walters had hired. The small man was clearly overdressed in the Midwest summer heat, constantly dabbing at his face with a cloth. However, he was kind to Miriam and helped her get her luggage loaded into the back of an open wagon, which he then climbed up on beside her and directed through the bustling city.

  Miriam was too nervous about her new groom to even ask the man with her what he was like. She suddenly envisioned him to be similar to the lawyer, and she smiled to herself as it struck her funny. However, she knew he was a man of means so she contented herself with that. That also took away some of the shock when the man pulled the wagon up in front of
a huge home with a fancy brick facade and thick white pillars that supported a two-tier wrap-around porch.

  As Miriam gazed in open wonder at the splendid home, the lawyer leaned in with a wink. “Fancy home for a place like Topeka, but the Walters are originally from somewhere down South. Missus Walters insisted they bring a part of their heritage to Kansas, and Mister Walters obliged with a home representative of the plantation life they left behind. Look at it, ma'am. They have a few hired hands who were with them in Georgia, who insist that, as grand as this home is, it is still only a fraction of the size of the home they left.” He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth as he climbed out of the wagon and helped Miriam down.

  He then ushered her into the home, where a genteel older lady with steel-grey hair and wise eyes met her.

  “Ah, Mister Worthing! How nice to see you again!” The older lady moved to clasp hands with the lawyer while Miriam stood looking around the grand foyer with its wide staircase, fancy marble floors, and huge chandelier hanging in the center. Doors led off from the foyer. Through one she could see a room with plush couches and at least one wall lined from floor to ceiling with books. Her attention on the books, she started when the lady stepped up to her. "You must be Miriam.”

  Miriam took the woman’s hand in her own and smiled. "Yes.”

  “Welcome to the family, my dear. I am Geraldine Walters, but you may call me Gerty. I am afraid our son’s rash rush to find a bride in his own way has shocked not just our family, but our social circle as well. Tell me, which family do you come from? I am not familiar with the name Beiler. Is your family new to America perhaps?”

  Miriam glanced around the grand room and then met the older woman’s gaze.

  “Beiler is Old Amish. I come from an Amish community in Lancaster County.”

  Geraldine stepped back in shock. “Amish!”

  She glanced at the lawyer, who cared not one way or the other where Miriam came from so long as his client, the young Mister Walters, was content with his new bride. His brow creased as he considered the mountain of paperwork he would have to dive into if this mail order marriage was unacceptable to him after all.

  Geraldine looked at the lawyer. “Was there anything else, Mister Worthing?”

  The small man stammered under the imperious gaze of the prestigious woman. "No...Well...There is the matter of payment.”

  Geraldine waved the matter away. “You will be adequately reimbursed, I assure you. Thank you for seeing Miss Beiler...” at a “humph” from the lawyer, she paused and noted the slender gold band on Miriam’s finger, "OH! Miss Beiler no more, it appears. Well, that will certainly quiet some people’s arguments.”

  Miriam grew increasingly confused. She was not aware of social standing or ranking and had no idea that a family of good repute might look down on her for not being from a family with a particular financial background. As she realized this new reality, her nervousness grew. Geraldine noted her confusion and growing distress; not being a cruel woman despite her desire to keep up appearances, she took pity on the young lady.

  “Mister Worthing, you may go.” And without waiting for the man to say his goodbyes, Geraldine took Miriam by the arm. “My dear, you must be exhausted. Come. I will take you to your new husband, let the two of you get acquainted, and then you can rest a while before dinner. What do you say?”

  Miriam saw kindness in the woman’s eyes, and while her words and insinuations made Miriam feel almost unwelcome, the kindness there helped alleviate some of her budding fears.

  Geraldine led Miriam past the grand staircase and out of the foyer. They entered a large room with expensive furniture scattered about and huge French doors open to the outside. Geraldine pointed out portraits and pieces of furniture that she had brought with her from Georgia as she led Miriam out the doors at the back of the house.

  The large yard that opened before Miriam was something she imagined heaven must look like. The lawn was cut close and well tended. Every hedge and bush and flowerbed was well manicured, no weeds, no dead or dying leaves lingering. The porch that appeared to wrap around from the front of the house did continue around the back, with chairs and tables strategically placed along its railing. A wide set of steps led down to a stone path, which led to a pool of water with chairs all around it. Another stone path led away from the pool and to a small building with huge windows along two adjoining walls. The windows were all open, allowing the lacy drapes to blow out into the breeze. Miriam realized Geraldine was leading her to the small building.

  “Kade, that is how most of us address my son, insisted that the house was no place for an artist. He needed fresh air and natural light, so we had this small shack built just for him. It is really quite adorable once you get used to it. It has a small kitchen and a complete bath, and at his insistence, we even added a room for him to sleep and another smaller room for him to store all his supplies. I never imagined he would move into it, however, and I sincerely hope now that you are here, you can convince him he has no business living in these small quarters when he…when you both…could be back in the house.”

  Miriam listened as she took in the small house. In her perspective, it was not small at all. It was different from the homes the Amish lived in, as it was definitely more elaborate, but it was as big as some of the bigger homes she had seen in the Amish community. She wondered that someone, anyone, would consider this house to be small, but then she looked over her shoulder at the much more imposing structure whose shadow it sat in.

  As Geraldine approached the open door to the house, she called out, “Kade, my darling! I am coming in! I do hope you are decent.” She winked scandalously at Miriam who stammered at the thought that anyone could be indecently attired so late in the day. Reluctantly, she followed her new mother-in-law into the house.

  As she stepped in, her jaw fell open. Opposite the wide windows were two walls covered from floor to ceiling with sketches and paintings of incredible landscapes. Nearest her, she saw pencil sketches of great mountain vistas that were later turned into much larger, more elaborate, and incredibly realistic oil paintings. She gaped as she looked around the room and saw dozens of incomplete paintings in addition to the ones completed and hanging.

  She raised her eyes as she noted the disarray among the artistry. Beyond the very clear care of the works themselves, she took in the clothes scattered around, the dishes, old food, half-full glasses, discarded brushes, empty paint containers, and general untidiness of the interior. She glanced into the room that was clearly the bedroom and caught a glimpse of a bare chest moving out of her line of sight, but the room too was in complete disorder. She stood back out of the line of sight of the room and turned her attention to the painting closest to her.

  As she noted the detail in the art, she listened as Geraldine moved items around, complaining about the disorder in the room, muttering about not understanding why he would not want a maid to help out, why he would want to live in that squalor when he could live in the house where everything would be neat and tidy. Her muttered musings were interrupted by a deep baritone voice, and Miriam turned to gaze upon her new husband.

  He walked out of the bedroom buttoning an untucked shirt. His curly blond hair was damp and sticking to his forehead. His face, not recently shaved, had a couple days of growth, but even so, Miriam could see strong facial features, and a strong mouth with good teeth. The wrinkles around his eyes belied a man who laughed or smiled a lot. What surprised Miriam, though she was not sure why, because she had no way to compare Kade to any other artists, was how tall and broad he was in the shoulder. He was very well built, something Miriam did know something about, because she and Ruth had both admired the stronger men of the community, finding beauty in their builds. But Miriam had envisioned an artist to be more diminutive, maybe smaller in stature, certainly not this tall, handsome man standing in front of her and apparently unaware of her yet.

  “We have had this discussion, Mother,” Kade chided Geraldine. “I cannot
have someone messing with my things. I have a system. More importantly, when I am inspired, I cannot be interrupted by one of your foolish maids.”

  Geraldine turned to her son. “Ah! There you are, my dear! Yes...Yes...So you get interrupted. It seems to me you could use some good diversions.” She glanced at Miriam. “Maybe now that your lovely young bride is finally here, she can do you some good, despite all our doubts.”

  Alarmed, Kinkade glanced to his side and saw Miriam standing near the wall, slightly turned to his paintings on the wall. In an instant, Kade took in her petite stature, her olive skin, blue eyes, thick brown hair, which she wore loose despite modern fashion that dictated it be curled into tight ringlets and piled high. He took in the awkward way she stood shifting from one foot to the other, and the way she nervously played with the bodice of her dress. As he looked more closely at her, he also noted she was not merely olive skinned, she had a deep tan; she had spent a great deal of time out of doors. He thought for a moment. What was it old Mister Worthing had said about her? She was an Amish girl? Kade did not know much of the Amish, just that they were a more secluded group of people. While her attire spoke of a more fashion-forward young woman, her demeanor said differently.