The Surprise (Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance)

by Faye, Amy

  “That’s not it at all, Dave. You made your choice. You wanted to go, you went. I don’t blame you for that. Just leave me alone, will you?”

  “I’m just trying to be friendly,” he scoffed.

  “Well, I didn’t ask you to be friendly. I have a life now, and you’re not in it.”

  I pulled the sauce off the heat to get a little more stirring in before it finishes cooking. Besides, I’ve still got a few solid minutes of cooking left on the noodles. In front of my face, a digital timer counts down from four minutes.

  He stared at me. I didn’t look back at him, in spite of my brain’s best efforts to convince me that it would be different this time, somehow.

  I’m not going to fall for this again, and I’m not going to fall for him again. Not even if he has filled out a lot since high school. Not even if he’s giving me his full attention, something I craved since I knew that boys weren’t all cooties and mud.

  I added some milk. It started to reduce immediately even with the heat on low. But I’d done this before, and I was past the point where I worried about it going wrong.

  The timer goes off for the pasta. I turn and pour it into the strainer, which I’d taken unnecessary pains in preparing in advance. Then the sauce comes off the heat and I poured them both into a serving platter and pushed past Dave.

  “Here, Mrs. Collins. You’ve got to finish at least this much, okay?” I dished what would barely be considered a light lunch into a bowl and considered myself lucky if she finished that much food today.

  “You sticking around to eat?”

  I was until you came here, I think. “I’ll pick something up on the way home.”

  Dave looked at me like he knew I’d just changed my plans. “I’ll see you around?”

  I pinched my lips together. Not if I had a choice, we wouldn’t. “Someone has to make sure that your mother eats something, and you’re not going to be around long enough to make much difference in that arena, so… I guess we’ll see each other until you get back to whatever it is you do.”

  Three

  Dave

  There weren’t many changes in town. That was what Laura had said. But maybe she wasn’t in a good position to see it. She’d been here the whole time. Gradual changes are hard to spot; sudden changes are easy. People notice new construction. They notice a new subdivision, or a new mall, or a new movie theater. Maybe there weren’t any of those things, or maybe they were all seven years old now. Old news. But to me, they were still news.

  But I could see one change that was as big as anything I’d seen coming into town. Laura Small had been a shy, little, retreating thing when I’d left here. She’d always had a thing for me, and I’d always pretended I didn’t notice it.

  That had apparently changed, and I couldn’t begin to guess what had brought that change on. But I didn’t have much time to be thinking about it, either. I had other things to worry about.

  “How have you been holding up?” No answer. Maybe she didn’t hear me. “Mom?”

  I was wrong. There was more than just no answer. There wasn’t any real reaction at all. She ate another bite of the pasta. It wasn’t intended for me, and I shouldn’t take any, so I didn’t. At least, that was what I thought.

  Then my stomach started to get twisted up and I realized that I was hungrier than I thought.

  “You mind if I take some of that food?”

  “Go ahead,” Mom said. Her voice sounded like she was speaking from the other room.

  I went into the kitchen. Nothing had changed there, except that there had been a girl in it. Nobody ever used our kitchen, and when someone did, it was generally Dad. Or, it had been. It wasn’t going to be any more.

  The bowls were still in the same place, though, and the forks too. I took down a bowl and served myself from the serving bowl that was sitting on the counter. Then I went back. The television had been on when I got there, and I hadn’t changed it. I had barely even bothered to take notice of it before.

  As far as I could tell, Mom didn’t notice it any more than I had before, but I couldn’t keep looking at her, the way she was acting like this. It was too worrying. Upsetting, even. I didn’t want to feel like that any more than I had to.

  “What you watching?”

  She still didn’t answer. She took another bite of food, with an expression on her face that said she didn’t taste it. She might not even be aware her hand was moving, and her mouth was chewing. The motions were occurring because they had to, and because she could force herself to, but she wasn’t interested in actually doing it.

  So I turned halfway towards the television and took a look. I recognized the film immediately. It was an action movie, and given that it was showing on basic cable, they had probably cut out all the good parts. I took a bite of my food, no more conscious of it than Mom was.

  At least, in my case, that lasted exactly as long as it took to get the long, thin noodles to my lips. Jesus Christ, it was good stuff. I couldn’t believe it. I should have known better than to doubt Laura, if she set her mind to something, but I never got the impression of her as a very feminine woman.

  That had changed in more ways than just the physical, it seemed. She looked more like a woman. In fact, she looked damn near perfect. But apparently she’d started to act like one, too, which was just as unusual. I made a mental note to tell her how much I enjoyed the food, and then made a mental note not to tell her. She probably didn’t want to hear it.

  I leaned back and ate my food, watched Arnold shoot several dozen men who probably all deserved it, for the sort of flimsy reasons that you get in action movies, and waited for Mom to say something.

  I waited all night, and fell asleep on the couch. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to stay here. If that were the case, then nobody told me anything about it. I had no other place to go, though I knew distantly that there were hotels in the area. Just none that I’d ever had a need to stay at, and the feeling in my gut was that I might be needed here.

  I thought about life before I left. Thought about how much I’d hated it here. Things had changed, sort of. They’d stayed the same in a lot of ways, too.

  I dreamed about Dad, about the fact that he’d died here, in this nowhere town where nothing ever happens. That was exactly what I’d left to avoid.

  But there was another dimension to it, one that seeing Laura had reminded me of. Mom and Dad had a strange relationship, one that I didn’t understand and didn’t know if I wanted to.

  I don’t know if they were in love. I sure don’t know if they thought well of each other. But I know that he wasn’t alone when he passed. Will I be able to say the same thing?

  My life was good. At least, I thought of it as pretty good. The first few years away were a challenge. Or at least, they were physically hard. Military life can be like that, if you’re not ready. I thought I was ready. Most people who think they’re ready find out that they think wrong. I thought wrong.

  I kicked awake with the sun still not up. My watch read five. Jet lag had me all kinds of messed up, I guessed. In Brisbane, it was already evening. I’d slept the whole day away. But here, it wasn’t even close to sunrise yet. My eyes hurt. My shoulders hurt. I walked out to the car and pulled out bag number two, carried it inside, and laid it out on the couch opposite the one where I’d slept. Undid the zipper and pulled the shoes off the top of the pile.

  Just under the shoes were a pair of shorts. I changed quickly. If you’re quick, you don’t have to worry about getting caught. If you’re slow, though, then maybe you should consider finding someplace private to take your pants off.

  In the pocket of my coat was a pair of earphones. I buried them into my ears so deep that I could practically feel them tickling my brain and started my music. A persistent bass drum slammed so hard that I could feel it in my chest even at low volume. Then I pushed myself towards the door.

  I should take a solid warm-up. Everyone suggests it. You warm up for five, ten minutes and your body is more ready for the
run to come. But I woke up sticky and sweaty. I don’t need extra warmth, and besides, I’m not that patient. By the time I reach the end of the street I’ve reached a full run, and by the time I hit Main, four miles up the road, I’m ready to keep right on going until I leave this place behind again.

  Instead, I turn back and go back to the house. I can’t leave. At least, not yet. Not until Dad’s in the ground and I’ve figured out what the fuck I’m going to do about Mom’s mood. I can’t leave her like this, no matter who’s watching her.

  A little voice in the back of my head says that I should have been there to watch her myself. I run harder until I can’t think anything at all, except for repeating silently to myself that all I need to do is keep running. If I die tired, then it’ll be a good chance to rest. If I don’t die, then I’ll get over it, just like I got over everything else.

  Four

  Laura

  Part of me hoped, deep down, that Dave wouldn’t be there when I got back. It was how he was. He wanted to leave, and he’d spent every year since I’ve known him talking about how he wasn’t going to be in the same place for more than a couple of days if he could help it.

  Definitely not a little place like this, though. Not some po-dunk nothing town in a place too cold to live. Well, it’s not cold right now. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t gone yet. Maybe that was why I found him sitting on the couch frowning. I moved past him and kept moving through the house.

  “Hey,” I said softly as I made it into the rear bedroom. Dave’s mother sat in her bed, reading something on her phone. It was most of what she did, if I left her to her own devices. It was only when I made her leave the room that she did so, and then only with a great deal of trouble. “How’d you sleep?”

  “He’s in the front room,” Mrs. Collins answered. I closed my eyes.

  “I know. But I’m here for you, regardless of whether he’s here or not.”

  “Are you sure?” She let out a long breath after she said it, like she was slowly letting all the air out of herself. “I’ll be alright by myself.”

  “You’re barely alright with me around.”

  “Whatever,” she said. It wasn’t an agreement, but it was what I was able to get right now, and it’s better than a flat-out refusal.

  It wasn’t like I have some right to be here, after all. She’s just another neighborhood woman to me, really.

  “You need to get up.”

  “You should be with Charlie,” Mrs. Collins said.

  “Charlie’s still at school.”

  I watched her lips pinch together. “Shouldn’t you be at school, too?”

  “I’m done for now.”

  “Work?”

  “Not until tonight.”

  “You work yourself too hard. If you’re at school in the morning, and work at night, and you’re here in the middle of the day, when do you expect to sleep?”

  “Don’t worry about me,” I say. It’s a duck, but it’ll have to work because there’s no answer I’m going to give that she’s going to be happy with, and there’s no way that I’m going to leave here in either case.

  “I wish I didn’t have to,” she said. Then something surprising happened. She pushed her feet towards the edge of the bed and stood up.

  “Wow, that’s good! You’re doing great!”

  The withering expression that came from Mrs. Collins’s face was enough to kill some small shrubs all on its own. “Don’t patronize me, Laura.”

  “I’m… you know what? You do you.”

  I leaned back against the wall. “So what do you want for lunch?”

  “I don’t eat lunch.”

  “No,” I agreed. “You usually don’t. But today, you do, because tonight I’m going out on a date.”

  Diana raised her eyebrows at me. “You’re kidding. A date?”

  “A date.”

  “Anything serious?”

  “I’ve had more serious things before,” I said. Not really an answer.

  “Having someone babysit Charlie?”

  I made a face. I need to get one. At least, I should get one.

  “I was thinking I’d bring him along, you know?”

  “That serious?”

  No, I think. No, I’m just going to scare him off. Like I’ve scared off all the others. “We’ll see how it goes.”

  “I need to have the house to myself sometimes. You know?”

  “I don’t know if I understand what you’re saying.”

  “So if you needed a babysitter, then I could offer one.”

  “I don’t know if…”

  Mrs. Collins let out a sigh. “Please? You’d be doing me a favor. If you don’t want to ask him, then I can do it.”

  “I still don’t really know if that’s such a good idea.”

  “The boy should meet his father.”

  That made me press my lips together. “I’m not telling him, if that’s what you’re asking me to do.”

  Mrs. Collins shrugged and looked down at her phone, leaning back against the wall. She scrolled through Facebook posts that had a lot of words in them and mostly said nothing at all.

  “I didn’t ask you to do anything. I asked you to let me have a night off. Take a night off yourself. We can kill two birds with one stone, at least. And it wouldn’t be right to never let the two of them meet.”

  I let out a sigh. Morally, she’s right. It wouldn’t be right. Which is one of the biggest reasons that Dave coming back, after all this time, after never sending a single message back to any of us, after being incommunicado for almost a decade, is a problem.

  Because before this, I didn’t have to tell him. I couldn’t tell him if I wanted to. And now, I’ve got to come up with a good reason that I can’t trust him. Or at the very least, a good excuse.

  Sometimes, you have to make do.

  “You think he’ll go for it?”

  “I think if you asked him,” Mrs. Collins began. I cut her off.

  “You’re vastly overestimating what he thinks about me.” I turned and leaned to look down the hall. It was empty as far as the far kitchen wall. He might have been able to hear us, but I had no reason to believe that he had.

  “I think you’re vastly underestimating, Laura. But it’s not my choice, okay? Now, what are you planning on making me eat this time? Or will you just let me buy a damn pizza for once?”

  I sigh. “I’m not going to let you eat a pizza because Don Jones doesn’t know how to work an oven. You want a pizza that bad, I’ll make you one tomorrow, alright?”

  “Donny’s a nice enough man,” Mrs. Collins objected.

  “Of course he is,” I say patiently, walking back to the kitchen. “But nice guys don’t necessarily know how to run a kitchen, and he’s not one of the exceptions to that rule.”

  I peered into the other room, looking for some sign that Dave had heard us. He doesn’t give one. He’s leaned back and laid out on the couch. The hem of his tee shirt’s ridden up to show tight, lined muscle. Suddenly an emergency brake goes in my head.

  Don’t think it, don’t say it, and don’t go down that road again. I made a mistake once. It’s not going to be a clean brake like it was last time if I take the plunge again. But God, looking at him, do I want to.

  Five

  Dave

  I didn’t know whose idea it was to put me in this position, whether it was my mother’s or it was Laura’s. But I guessed that whatever point that they wanted to make about whether or not Laura wanted me around was driven home when the pair of them announced that she was going on a date, and I was going to be left behind to watch her kid. I mentally forced myself to correct away from ‘brat.’

  Too many kids have got no manners at all, and their parents seem almost totally disinterested in trying to resolve the situation. They’re perfectly happy to have a little, well, brat.

  Was Laura that type? Was I about to go in here and find out that the kid is a total nutcase and doesn’t have the sense that God gave a goose? Deep breath in, push the
door open, and I started up towards the door. The damp lake smell still got to me, the first moment that I’m back out in the open air. Every time, in fact.

  The door in front of me opened before I can get close, and Laura stepped out. She turned as she stepped, and said something I can’t hear. She turned back.

  She looked nice. A dress that fit tight and showed off all her curves, without giving away the game. Whoever she’s going to see had better be worth it. The kid’s father? I don’t know.

  A kid appeared in the doorway. He’s got a jacket on, which must have been warm in that weather. Or maybe it was just me, thinking it’s warm. He gave me a surly look, which probably matched the look I’ve got on my own face. If I’m going to judge a kid, I’m definitely not going to judge him for not trusting some stranger.

  “Is this him?”

  Laura gave me a sharp look. “Yes, Dave, this is him. Charlie? Come here.”

  She pulled him the last foot, and he continued to glare daggers at me. I felt his eyes on me like I might get stabbed by one of them. I couldn’t hide a little smile about it. Quiet, but dangerous. Cute already.

  “Charlie, this is a friend of your mom’s, Mr. Collins.”

  “Is he related to Mrs. Collins?”

  “She’s his mother,” Laura said, with a hint of encouragement in her voice. “Would you say hello?”

  “Hey,” he answers, his voice low.

  I replied ‘hey’ right back at the same moment that she rapped him on the head softly.

  “What do we say, Charlie?”

  “‘Hay is for horses,’” he repeated, as if this is an everyday thing.

  “So what am I supposed to do?”

  “I can watch myself,” Charlie protested. “I don’t need anyone coming around here and, like, making sure that I’m kept busy.”

  “You can not, and that’s final.” Laura turned on me, and now she’s in mom mode. She could make me call her mommy any day she likes, I think. That made me smile again, and I hoped she wouldn’t pick up the general tone of what I was thinking about, because I’m fairly certain that it would get me in trouble. “As for you, uh… dinner should be done by eight, but in case I’m not home, then bed by eight-thirty, and make sure that he doesn’t watch any PG-13 movies.”