The Things I Do for You (The Alexanders)

by Malone, M.

  Ridley nodded. “I know it’s crazy but Julia said the pastor was performing a wedding out of town that weekend but they just found out that wedding was canceled. We’d mentioned to her before that we kind of wished we’d just run off and gotten married like you and Nick did. So when she heard about that cancellation, she immediately asked Pastor Robbins if he would consider marrying us that weekend instead.”

  “Wow. That’s amazing. But what about all your plans? Your dress and the flowers and everything.”

  Ridley closed her eyes and leaned back against Jackson. “We decided we didn’t care about all that. We’re going to have it at the farm and I don’t care if I’m holding wildflowers when I get married. As long as I’m Mrs. Jackson Alexander at the end of it.”

  Ridley looked behind Jackson to the empty doorway. “Anyway, where is everyone? I thought the guys were coming over tonight.”

  “They are. Everyone’s just running a bit late.” Jackson reached around her and snagged a stray piece of pepperoni, popping it in his mouth before Ridley smacked his hand.

  “Not until everyone else gets here,” she chided.

  Raina pushed away from the window and walked over to the chair where she’d left her bag, trying to hide her disappointment. “I forgot it was poker night. I’ll get out of your way so you can get ready.”

  She pulled her phone out of her bag and then rolled her eyes when she saw that Steven had called. He’d been calling lately and even though she’d been ignoring him so far, she had to wonder if it wouldn’t be easier to just answer and get it over with.

  “Is everything all right, Raina?” Jackson pinned her with a stare. “Do you want me to call Nick?”

  “No!” Raina pasted on a smile when he didn’t look convinced. “I’ll just see him at home later.”

  She was getting way too used to leaning on Nick. It would be that much harder to deal with things on her own once they went their separate ways. Enjoying the attention he gave her was one thing, needing him for comfort was another.

  It was time for her to get used to comforting herself again.

  * * * * *

  “MR. ALEXANDER? YOU have a call waiting on line one.” Kaylee’s voice came over the speaker, jolting him out of his daydream.

  “I’m not taking calls now, Kay. Take a message.”

  He still hadn’t had any luck finding a present for Raina. They’d gotten pretty close over the past few weeks. He wanted to get her something that was special, but everything he found seemed trite and impersonal.

  She seemed to be opening up to him, sharing her hopes for the future. He’d even been able to see a few episodes of her show before they went to postproduction. Raina had asked his advice on which scenes to cut and seemed to really value his opinion. It was exactly what he’d hoped for. The only thing that she wouldn’t do was talk about their future child.

  “I tried to, sir, but he keeps calling back.” Kay sounded flustered. Her confidence level had increased dramatically over the past few weeks as she adjusted to her position. She’d gotten used to handling his clients with aplomb.

  “Don’t worry about it, Kay. I’ll take care of it.” Nick picked up the phone. “This is Nick.”

  “So, it seems you’re still just as sleazy as ever, Nick.” The voice on the other end of the line was only slightly familiar.

  “Who is this?” Nick demanded.

  “You must have a lot of enemies if you can’t even identify them. This is the one that’s calling to find out what your game is in marrying Raina.”

  Nick gritted his teeth. “What the hell do you want, Silvestre?” He practically hissed the name. “I saw your picture in the paper. I hope you’re not calling to invite me to the wedding.”

  “No, I’m definitely not inviting the bastard I had to chase out of my wife’s bed to anything.”

  “I told you then that I had no idea Marisol was a married woman. I don’t do that.”

  “Funny how whenever I have woman trouble, it seems to circle around to you. First you sleep with my wife, now, according to my sources, you married my fiancée less than twenty-four hours after I last spoke with her.”

  “She’s not your fiancée,” Nick managed to say from between clenched teeth. “She’s not your anything.”

  Silvestre sniffed. “When I heard the initial reports I was sure it was a hoax. Raina’s way of getting back at me for embarrassing her in the press. Then I figured it must have been one of those drunken mistakes that would be annulled just as quickly.”

  “Oh, there won’t be any annulment. Our marriage has been thoroughly consummated.”

  “Always so crude. How Raina could have made a mistake of this magnitude I can only imagine. I knew she was desperate to get married, but this is just absurd.”

  “Raina ceased to be any of your concern when you decided to play tonsil hockey with your ex-wife in broad daylight.”

  “You don’t know anything about what happened with us. Raina and I would have worked things out. I regret hurting her, but I was going to honor the engagement. This thing with Marisol was a misunderstanding.”

  Nick shook his head in disbelief. Silvestre seemed to think he’d committed a minor transgression like forgetting to send flowers on Valentine’s Day. It was absolutely amazing that this was the same man who’d lectured him about sleeping with his wife when Nick hadn’t known she was married.

  Apparently Marisol hadn’t felt her marriage was worth mentioning.

  “Look, Silvestre. It doesn’t matter whether you like me or whether you believe me. This conversation is a waste of both of our time. Raina and I’ve been married six weeks already so the fact that you waited this long makes me wonder. Did Marisol leave you again already? Starting to wonder if you made a mistake, huh?”

  “You think you’re so smart. You always know what to say, don’t you? But I’m guessing even you won’t be able to smooth talk your way out of it once I tell Raina what you’re really like. She may have been desperate enough to marry you, but I know she wants a good role model for her future children. Character is important to her.”

  Nick seethed with rage. “Listen up. Because I’m done playing nice. You’re not the only one who can carry a tale to the right ears. Your new nightclubs are opening soon and you’re negotiating another deal to acquire even more, right? This is probably not the best time for bad publicity.”

  “You can’t touch me. You’re a tiny fish in my pond, Alexander. I could buy and sell your operation with my pocket change.”

  “That wasn’t enough to make Raina choose you, was it?” Nick chuckled at the harsh breathing on the other end of the line. “Raina covered for you, but I have no problem telling anyone who’ll listen the truth. I’m sure your Japanese investors will love the story of a man who cheats on his fiancée with his ex-wife. Especially considering the importance they place on honor and the value of a man’s word.”

  There was a long pause, then Silvestre said, “Do what you want, Alexander. But for Raina’s sake, I wonder if you’ll have any more respect for your own marriage than you did for mine.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  RAINA TIPPED THE watering can she held, dousing her flower bed with a spray of droplets. Before she’d left Ridley’s, her sister had asked when she’d last watered her plants. The blank look on her face had probably been all the answer her sister needed. Ridley knew her too well.

  “What are you doing out here?”

  Raina turned to see Nick standing in the back doorway. “I’m just enjoying the last bit of sunlight and doing a little gardening.”

  He’d already pulled his tie off and his hair looked slightly rumpled, as if he’d rubbed his hands over it a few times.

  She turned back to her plants. How much water were they supposed to get, anyway? How was it that flowers seemed to do just fine in the wild with only the rain to rely on? She scowled when she noticed the small puddle at the base of the plant.

  What kind of mother was she going to be if she couldn’t even kee
p a stupid tulip alive?

  “What are you doing home so early? I thought it was poker night with the guys?”

  “Jackson said you were at the house earlier.”

  Raina rolled her eyes. “I also told him not to call you. Geez, men are the real gossips.”

  “Why didn’t you stick around?”

  “I’m not pregnant, Nick.” She kept her back to him and doused the next section of plants with water.

  She felt more than heard him come up behind her. He pulled her back against his chest.

  “Why do you always do that, sweets?”

  She looked up at him, sharply. “Do what?”

  He pulled her closer and kissed her gently on the forehead. “Pull away from me when you think you’re getting too emotional. Or cover your eyes if you think you might cry. I don’t want you to hide your emotions from me, no matter what they are. I want the good, the bad, and the ugly. You have the right to be upset, Raina. I know how much you wanted this.”

  “I figured you’d be happy to have an excuse to have more crazy sex.”

  Nick tilted her chin up so she was forced to meet his eyes. “I will never be happy about anything that causes you pain. Besides, you can just breathe and I want you. I don’t think we’ll ever need an excuse to have crazy sex. “

  He pulled her close and rested his chin on top of her head.

  “What are you doing?” She tried to pull back, but he tightened his arms until she couldn’t move.

  “I’m loving you. Sometimes when things aren’t going so well, you need a hug. I used to see my parents doing this and just gag. But I understand it now. When life is heavy, it helps to know that someone is there for you. Even if they can’t fix things or make them better.” After a few moments, he pulled back. “You know what? We’re going to take this trying thing more seriously.”

  She watched in surprise as he paced back and forth and put his hands on his hips. It was rare to see Nick so worked up about something.

  “We are taking it seriously.”

  Nick pointed at her. “I know you’ve made a lot of changes in your life, but I haven’t. I’ve been reading this book about pregnancy—”

  Raina pulled back in surprise. “You have?”

  “Why do you look so surprised? I care about what happens to you and I want to know what’s going on. I started in the middle because I figured I already know how to make a baby, but I just went back and realized I’ve been doing everything wrong.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’ve been wearing my boxers too tight, I’ve been riding the stationary bike downstairs, and I haven’t been eating well. No wonder my swimmers aren’t doing their job!”

  Incredibly touched, Raina tried to suppress a smile. “Nick, those are just suggestions. More for men with low sperm counts. You probably don’t need to worry about any of that.”

  “But just in case, I bought some of those loose boxers. I can deal with feeling a draft until we get the job done. And I can jog instead of riding the bike. I need to ask Sam about those healthy protein shakes he drinks, too. My point is, I probably need to make some changes in my routine as well.” He came back over to her and took her in his arms. “This is about both of us, so it doesn’t make sense that all the preparation should be on your side.”

  Raina melted against him, allowing herself to draw comfort from his strong embrace. It felt so right to be in his arms just then. He wasn’t just spouting platitudes to make her feel better—he was really sharing in her disappointment.

  It was probably one of the first times that she realized how much he wanted a baby, too.

  “You’re going to be a really great dad, you know that?”

  Nick pulled back and smiled down at her. “Thank you. That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

  “Well, you’re already a pretty great husband. This is so much more than I ever imagined having.”

  “I want us to have it all and there’s no reason we can’t.”

  * * * * *

  “WHICH IS MORE romantic? Red velvet or the French vanilla?”

  Raina had to refrain from rolling her eyes as she sat with Ridley in the catering office of New Haven’s premiere wedding bakery. Premiere meaning it was the only one.

  She still secretly thought it was lunacy to try to arrange a wedding in two weeks, but somehow, Ridley and Jackson had managed to pull most of it together. It helped that Julia knew almost everyone in town. A friend of Julia’s owned this bakery and had agreed to supply them with plain sheet cakes that Julia would decorate. They only had to pick what flavor they wanted and she’d promised to fit their order in as a wedding gift.

  Since the Alexanders were so active at church, they had been able to borrow chairs, tables, and tents that were normally used at the church’s annual summer picnic. They’d found a florist who was going to bring out seasonal bouquets to decorate the tables.

  It was all coming together.

  “I’m probably the worst person to ask, Ri. I’m not exactly romantic. I think the red velvet tastes better.” She took another bite of her sample of cake. It was sweet, moist, and the icing tasted like pure cream.

  “How can you say you’re not romantic? You and Nick have really inspired us.”

  “We have?” It was hard to believe that she and Nick, odd couple that they were, could inspire anyone.

  “I know how things started between you but you’re clearly perfect for each other. Seeing the two of you so happily married makes me realize that being with the man you love is more important than the right venue or having the perfect dress. I want to just seize the day. I’m so ready to be Jackson’s wife.”

  Ridley sighed and took another bite of cake. “This red velvet is really good.” She put her fork down. “I think this is what we’ll go with. Besides, red is romantic.”

  “It’s hard to believe you’ll be married in two weeks. Summer will be over soon.”

  Ridley made a soft sound of agreement, then turned toward her. “I need to ask you something important.” She took a deep breath. “It’s about our father.”

  Raina pushed away the rest of her cake. “You can talk to me about anything, Ri. I know I haven’t been so supportive about you meeting with him, but I don’t want you to feel that you can’t talk to me about things.”

  “I just don’t want to stress you out. Especially now that you might be carrying my little niece or nephew.” She leaned over and patted Raina’s flat stomach. “But I wanted to invite our father to the wedding. I’m not going to ask him to give me away because it’s not like he ever had me. Pretending that he did would be rather pointless.”

  “You don’t have to get my permission to invite someone to your wedding. This day is about you. You should invite anyone you want.”

  “But I can’t enjoy myself if having him there will bother you. Just because I’m marrying Jackson doesn’t mean you’re not still my other half. I think Jackson understands that. It’s just part of being a twin. We shared uterus space. That’s kind of hard to beat.”

  They both laughed.

  Raina grabbed her sister’s hand. “It’s not going to bother me. I’ve been thinking about it and I’ve decided that I do want to meet him. At least once.”

  Ridley squeezed her hand. “Do you want me to introduce you? Or you can meet him alone. I won’t be offended if you’d rather have time with him by yourself.”

  “No. I don’t think I can do it if you’re not with me.”

  Raina’s heart thumped at the thought of meeting her father. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to feel about him. Worried, nervous, excited, or angry. Sometimes she felt all those things at once. She was so tired of constantly feeling conflicted.

  “The more I think about my child, things look different to me than they did before. I realize that things aren’t always black and white. I’d like to understand why he wasn’t there growing up. We can’t go back, but maybe we can move forward without bitterness. Mom was never able
to let it go and it stole her whole life. I don’t want even a trace of ugliness from the past to touch my child.”

  “It won’t,” Ridley stated. “We had no part of what happened in the past, but we can control what happens now.”

  * * * * *

  AFTER A LOT of discussion, they’d decided that inviting William to Sunday dinner at the Alexanders was the best move. There would be a lot of other people around which would take off some of the pressure to make conversation.

  Raina wasn’t really worried about the small talk. She was just hoping they wouldn’t hate each other on sight.

  They drove past a sign that read “The Alexander-Bennett Co-Op” and drove down a long, dirt-packed road leading to a two-story ranch house. The sky was just starting to turn the colors of twilight; purples and reds and golds splashed along the horizon in bright smudges of color.

  “I’ve never brought anyone home for Sunday dinner before,” Nick stated suddenly.

  “Never?”

  “No. That isn’t to say I never introduced my parents to anyone. New Haven isn’t that big, so I’ve actually run into my parents while out on dates before. Which was awkward.” He grinned. “But I never felt compelled to show any of those women where I grew up.”

  “I’m honored to be the first,” she whispered. After the past few weeks with him, she’d come to know a totally different side of Nick than what she’d ever imagined. It would be interesting to see where he’d lived as a boy. Part of her was fascinated with everything to do with her sexy husband.

  They got out of the car and stood staring at the front of the house. Nick came around the car and stood next to her. He leaned over and whispered, “Here comes one of my dad’s ranch hands. He’s worked here forever.”

  An older man, his pale skin smudged with dirt, ambled toward them. His gray hair stuck out in scraggly spikes that he’d halfway covered with a floppy, battered straw hat.

  Nick raised a hand in greeting. “Hey, Grady. Is everyone inside?”