by Donna Alward
But her due date was only a week away, her feet and hands were swollen, and she felt like a cow every time she moved. Sometimes she felt like all she needed was a damn bell around her neck.
She leaned ahead, huffing, and picked up the rings. “I didn’t think I’d ever take these off.” She pouted.
Jason reached behind her and unclasped her gold chain. “Here. We’ll thread them on your chain and you can wear them close to your heart.”
Molly stared down at the rings in her hand. The first, winking with diamonds, had waited six long years to sit on her finger, and she hated having to remove it, even for a few short weeks. The second was newer and even more precious because of the promises it held. “It doesn’t seem right,” she whispered, fingering the smaller band with three diamonds inset.
Jason strung the rings on the chain and re-hooked the clasp. Smiling, he pulled Molly backwards and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m glad you’re so attached,” he teased. “But as long as you don’t get rid of me, we’ll be just fine.”
Her hand covered his, felt their baby move beneath their fingers. “Are you kidding? I waited far too long to have you to get rid of you now.”
“So you did. But we got here, that’s what matters.”
The back door slammed; Molly angled her head to send her husband a knowing look. “We have company.”
“Aunt Molly! Uncle Jason!”
How awkward Molly had felt the first time Sara had paired their names together well over a year ago. Now it was music to her ears.
“Hey, pumpkin,” Molly called out. “Your mom with you?”
Sara bounded into the room, her blonde hair in bouncy ringlets and brown eyes sparkling with devilment. “She’s coming. She’s got brownies and fudge crackle ice cream.
Molly groaned in anticipation. “That’s good. Junior hasn’t had his chocolate fix today.”
Jason reached down, jiggled the rings, mocking her. “Are you sure that’s not what got you into this problem to begin with?”
Molly scowled darkly. Really. Jokes about weight gain were not a good idea right now.
“That would be water retention.”
Kim’s happy voice intruded and Molly sent her a thumbs up for the female solidarity. “Ah, the Estrogen Brigade has arrived. I heard you brought my daily fix. Help me up, will you?”
With Jason’s hands pushing and Molly’s gripping Kim’s, she got to her feet.
With a popping sound.
Kim laughed, Jason raised his eyebrows, and Molly said, “Oops.”
“Sara, honey, put the ice cream in the freezer. We’ve gotta go.”
Molly smiled at Jason, unfazed by the contraction. They’d been happening all day, off and on, varying in intensity. “Could you get me some dry clothes, honey?”
“Now?”
“Right now.” She put her hand on his, looking up into his awed, frightened eyes. “My water just broke. Besides, it’s about time this show got on the road, don’t you think?”
Jason’s heart hit his throat.
His wife was standing there, calm as you please, in the middle of labor, and all he could do was stare at her dumbly.
The fact that she was laughing at him shook him out of his stupor. “Right. Bag. Hospital.”
He was guiding her to the truck, Kim and Sara going to Kim’s car to follow, when a contraction hit.
“Mmmm.” She paused, pursing her lips.
“Mmmm?” He peered into her face.
“This one’s a little stronger than the others.”
Dear Lord. A contraction and all she could say was Mmmm? His wife was made of tough stuff.
“Let’s go,” she murmured, but he heard the underlying urgency in her voice and quickly got her in the truck and out the drive.
At the hospital she was taken immediately into a room for monitoring while he looked after paperwork. He tried to rush through admitting, hating every moment he had to spend away from her.
“Relax, Mr. Elliot.” The clerk smiled up at him. “First babies take a while.”
Easy for you to say. It wasn’t her wife up there going through it. It wasn’t her baby trying to come into the world.
When he returned, breathless from jogging up the stairs, Molly was sitting up on an angle, dressed in a hospital gown and chewing on ice chips from a clear plastic cup. A nurse went to the light switch and dimmed the lights in the room, creating a cozier atmosphere.
“Jason.”
“I’m here.”
He moved to her side, leaned over and kissed her forehead. “What can I do?” His fingers stroked her face and she relaxed.
“You’re doing it.”
Another contraction hit and she squeezed his hand.
“Good,” said the nurse, checking her watch. “Three minutes. You’re progressing nicely.”
“Nicely. Great. I’m so glad I’m doing nicely.” She punctuated the sentence with a very ripe word.
The nurse looked at Jason, unfazed, a wry grin spreading on her face at Molly’s acidic tone. “And we’ve hit transition. Not long now.”
Until this moment, they’d almost been a family, but after tonight, there would be a baby, one that was part of both of them, a living testament to their love, their commitment. He thought he’d understood what that meant. There’d been the joy and fear of discovering Molly was pregnant. The knowing that he was going to be completely responsible for another life. There was that first heartbeat in the doctor’s office, the first movement beneath his hand, the beautiful rounding of her as their baby grew. But nothing had made him realize how big this was, how magnificent and humbling, until he sat beside her, seeing her labor to deliver their son or daughter.
When their daughter, Alyssa Joy, came howling into the world, he hadn’t known his heart was big enough to hold so much.
And he knew that if she’d asked, he would have made any sacrifice to be with her. Because together they were a family.
“Thank you,” Molly whispered, dangerously close to tears.
He pressed his forehead to hers, damp with sweat.
“For what?”
“For giving me my happily ever after,” she whispered.
He leaned back as the nurse placed a white wrapped bundle in Molly’s arms. Two tiny pink lips sucked in and out, the tiny nearly-black eyes barely open, a scratch mark on one precious cheek.
“Now you see, that’s where you’ve got it wrong.” He smiled down, his eyes suspiciously damp as his lip quivered. “Because it’s you who’s given me what I always wanted.”
“A family.”
“Not just any family. Our family.”
He kissed her then, with the baby between them. When their lips parted, he felt her smile against his mouth. “You have no idea, Elliot,” she murmured. “This is just the beginning.”
Dedication
For my sister Janet, who gave me the kick in the pants to write in the first place, and for her influence on this book.
About the Author
A busy wife and mother, Donna Alward believes hers is the best job in the world: a combination of stay-at-home mom and romance novelist.
An avid reader since childhood, Donna always made up her own stories. She completed her Arts Degree in English Literature in 1994, but it wasn’t until 2001 that she penned her first full-length novel, and found herself hooked on writing romance. In 2006 she sold her first manuscript.
Donna loves being back on the East Coast of Canada after nearly twelve years in Alberta where her Harlequin career began, writing about cowboys and the west. She’s a two-time winner of both the Bookseller’s Best Award and the Colorado Award of Excellence, and a 2012 RITA finalist.
Donna loves to hear from readers; you can contact her through her website at www.donnaalward.com,
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Twitter: @DonnaAlward
Other books by Donna:
The Girl Most Likely
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THE GIRL MOST LIKELY
Katie wiped her sweating hands on her skirt, lifted her hand to knock on the dark wooden door and drew it back.
For the third time.
Why was she so afraid of seeing Richard Emerson again? They hadn’t seen each other since high school. Surely they’d both grown up enough to leave unpleasantness behind. But the stakes were high now, at least for her. Richard was her last chance. She’d been standing before his office door for five full minutes and had yet to garner the courage to knock.
Before she could chicken out once more, she took a deep breath, rapped on the closed door three times and stepped back. She tugged at her navy skirt and matching jacket, hoping she looked professional. She needed him to take her seriously.
“Come in,” a deep voice intoned, and she turned the knob. It was slippery in her palm and she exhaled, trying but failing to calm the nerves bouncing around in the pit of her stomach.
Stepping into the office, she saw him sitting in a seating area on the left. Richard, severe and imposing, was ensconced in a comfortable blue chair, files before him on a glass-topped, round table.
“I’ll be right with you,” he said without looking up.
She couldn’t help but stare. Where was the lanky, nerdy boy she remembered? The man with the thick file before him wasn’t the math geek she’d known all those years ago. His hair was rich and black with a hint of natural curl, and the sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled back to reveal strong forearms sprinkled with dark hair. Her eyes widened and pulse quickened at the sight of the man he’d become.
She forced herself to divert her attention to his office and was further discomfited by the startling neatness and the precision of organization. Honeyed hardwood covered the floors. A gigantic bookshelf covered one wall, each book spine lined up neatly. There was a beige file cabinet to one side, a smooth mahogany desk and a plush leather chair empty behind it. Everything was in an exact place. She wagered if she asked him where his extra staples were, he’d pull them out of a slot made specifically for that very purpose. All indications pointed to an orderly, analytical mind. In that way, she supposed, he hadn’t changed a bit.
She heard the file close.
“Sorry about that, Miss…”
“Katie—”
He turned his head. “Buick,” he finished, his lips curving up a bit in surprised recognition. “My God. It really is you. Dad said you might be dropping by.”
“Yes, on business.”
She wiped her hands on her skirt again, cursing inwardly at her awkwardness.
For a long moment, they stared at each other. She saw his eyes were the same deep brown, still fringed with thick lashes. They had always been his best feature. She counted back. Ten years ago, they’d graduated high school together. Ten years ago, he’d been the one with sweaty palms as he’d invited her to the prom. Ten years ago, she’d laughed in his face. Not that he’d helped his case any. He’d had scrawny arms and a pimply face and had generally been known as a complete nerd. Still, they’d had a few classes together and their parents were friends. He hadn’t been bad to talk to. And he’d had big dreams. Katie’d admired that.
But he’d waited until three days before prom to ask her to go with him, and then he’d done it in public around all her friends. They’d never understand that Katie actually liked Nerdboy, as they called him. One of the girls—she couldn’t even remember her name now—had made a snotty remark, and Katie had done something cruel—she’d laughed at him. Instantly, his cheeks had stained red and he’d shuffled away. She’d felt awful, but had never gotten up the courage to apologize. It hadn’t been her finest moment.
Now the joke was on her. The man rising before her had certainly changed. His dark looks were now quite handsome. He’d lost his gawky teenage gangliness and his face was clear and tanned, smooth from his morning shave. He stood, his legs long and lean in the expensive fabric of his suit, while his shirt stretched taut across broad shoulders. In fact, besides the eyes and the shape of his mouth, it was almost like looking at a different person. He came forward, holding out a hand. She took it, hoping to God hers wasn’t as clammy as she thought it must be.
She blushed, and he smiled again, the warmth not quite meeting his eyes as he withdrew his hand. “You have business. Care to sit?”
She stepped forward, her heels clicking like gunshots behind him on the hardwood floor of his office. It seemed to take forever to cross the expanse, evidence of how well he’d done for himself.
“Thanks. This is a beautiful office.” Way to go, Katie, she thought. Nice sparkling conversation you’ve got going.
She took the chair opposite him, put down her portfolio and crossed her legs. Without thinking, she defensively crossed her arms.
“The perks of being the president,” he remarked, closed the open file on the table and pushed it to one side. Folding his hands in his lap, he wasted no time. “What can I do for you today?”
Ouch. That sounded like a standard line if ever there was one. Looking up at him, she saw his face was impersonal and barely interested. How could she ever sell him on this idea?
“I’m starting a new business.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
She bit down on her lip. “Well, unfortunately the financing has been…elusive.”
“The banks turned you down.” He cut straight to the chase and she winced.
“Yes.” Oh, how it hurt to admit it. She’d tried everything, but no one wanted to take a chance on her idea or put the money behind it. She had no experience, few credentials—just a small dream and a desire to make it happen. Apparently, the promise to work hard didn’t go very far in the business world.
She’d done her homework, and though the banks thought her too much of a risk, there was no doubt in her mind she could do this.
“Perhaps you’d better tell me about your venture, though I’m not sure how I can help. I assume it has nothing to do with land development?”
“No, it doesn’t. But when I kept hitting brick walls, Dad suggested I try here.” That had stung too. Both taking advice from her dad and resorting to nepotism. It was definitely humbling.
To avoid meeting his eyes, she gazed around his office once more. He was a land developer and it was obviously very lucrative. Katie smoothed her department-store skirt, terribly aware of how circumstances had changed. Richard—Ric—now held the power to reject her and her idea, and she wondered if he’d turn her down as simple revenge for how she’d treated him in the past. Until now, she’d done a good job of avoiding him. Sucking up to him and his bank balance was something that didn’t appeal to her. If only she’d apologized all those years ago instead of leaving it be. But now their past was like another person in the room with them. She fought to get the words out.
“I want to open a restaurant.”
He steepled his fingers and rested them on his lips. “I see.”
“Not any restaurant. Something different.”
“Everyone thinks their idea is different.”
“Y-yes. I’m sure they do,” she faltered. She had to convince him that her idea was innovative. And beyond that, profitable. But every time she looked at him, she only saw the hurt in his eyes that day when she’d laughed at him.
He crossed his ankle over his knee, the black trouser leg flawless. “Convince me.”
Katie took a breath. Damn him for being completely in control, coolly implacable. She was sure her face was flushed, ruining any effect her careful application of makeup may have had. She uncrossed her arms and reached for her portfolio and the facts and figures she’d brought along to back her up.
“I want to open a healthy-choices type restaurant. Nothing upscale, in fact, it would cater mostly to the downtown lunch crowd. All of our selections would be based on sound nutrition. Whole grains, low in saturated fat, emphasis on vegetables and fruits, locally sourced and mostly organic. An alternative to fast food, if you
will, but at the same time a step up. Something to grab on the run but also to sit down and enjoy.”
“Do you seriously think it will fly?”
“Yes, I do,” she replied, taking files out of her case. “In fact, I developed a bit of a survey about people’s dietary habits, dining out habits and what sort of things they’d be interested in. I tabulated the results. It’s clear. People are increasingly aware of their health and wanting to eat better, but they admit there seem to be few choices for eating out on a budget, and even fewer for eating out without overloading on starch and fats.”
She handed him the survey but continued on as he looked at it, the words spilling out as nervous energy pushed her on.
“Several fast food chains carry salads now. And they’re obviously popular, because they haven’t pulled them from the market. They’re slowly incorporating other healthier choices. The newest trend though, is not just healthy food but where and how it’s grown. I’d like to get established now. What is it you say? Get in on the bottom floor?”
Richard looked up, met her eyes, and she felt a jolt. He had grown up well. Now he was rich. He’d always said he would be and people had pointed their fingers and laughed. He’d told her about it one afternoon at a brunch his parents had held. He’d remarked with some amazement that she was the first person who hadn’t laughed at him.
Now here he was, president of his own company, mature, filled out and handsome. There was more to him than his physical appearance…it was power. It made for a potent combination.
“Katie? I asked if you had a sample menu.”
She shook her head, pulled out a sheet and handed it over. “The breakfast menu is small, as you can see.”
Ric scanned the menu but Katie continued, amazed he’d even asked to see one. “Egg-white omelets, low-fat muffins, multi-grain pancakes, oatmeal, cereals, fruit, Greek yogurt. I’d expect most of the morning traffic to be the coffee crowd, so we’d stock mostly muffins, tea and coffee. Our biggest rush would be at lunch. As you can see, we’d have two hot specials each day…for example, a vegetarian lasagna and perhaps chicken stir-fry with brown rice, that sort of thing.”
