“No, thank goodness she doesn’t. The visions are enough. When we talked about us renting the cabin, she said maybe we’d come back engaged.” Allison laughed and kissed his cheek. “I told her that was rushing it a bit. Little does she know you proposed before we even came up here.”
“I should probably call her and see how her first day of classes went,” Lester said.
As if the thought conjured it up, his cellphone rang.
“Rebecca, we were just talking about you.”
“No wonder my ears were burning. So what were you saying? How much you missed me?”
Lester laughed and put the phone on speaker.
“Hey, Beck, how was your first day of classes?” Allison asked.
“Pretty good. Basically what was expected of us, what to expect of them, you know all that introductory type stuff.”
“So how’s Jeremy?”
“He’s good. I’m meeting him for dinner in a few minutes. I just wanted to check in with you, see how it was going. Jeremy wasn’t sure if you’d get a signal up there.”
“Well, we’re hearing you loud and clear,” Lester said.
“You should have been here, Beck. Your brother almost got sprayed by a skunk.” Allison ignored the look Lester threw her. She’d pay for it later, she was sure, but if she knew Lester, it would be in bed, and she could hardly wait.
“Oh, that would have been a sight to see. What happened?”
Allison related the whole scenario while Lester shook his head, pouting.
“Yuck. Did he make your steaks?”
“Yeah, eventually I made him go back out there. They were delicious, by the way. Your brother sure can cook.”
“Yeah, I know. Listen, I hate to cut this short, but I have to meet Jeremy. I wanted to let you know, I’ve got a new apartment.”
“An apartment?” Lester grabbed the phone. “That sounds permanent.”
“Not really. It’s a student lease for the eleven weeks.”
“Oh, okay. Isn’t it kind of late to be eating dinner?”
“Probably, but Jeremy had to work late, and I had shopping to do after classes. I have to run. Love you both. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Just like that Rebecca hung up. Lester looked at Allison. “She’s not coming home, is she?”
“We’ve talked about that, Les. I’m afraid not.”
Before she knew it, the week passed. Lester loaded the car, while Allison took a quick walk through the cabin to make sure everything was in order, and they hadn’t forgotten anything. Too bad they had to leave. The week here with Lester was the best week of her life. But part of her looked forward to going home to plan their wedding. They decided to get married in June. Lester wanted to get married sooner, but since she wanted the outdoor yard wedding, that wasn’t going to work. May was too iffy in Cleveland, Ohio. Heck, June was iffy, too. But June it was going to be, rain or shine. Her parents would order tents, so even if it rained they’d be okay.
“Hey, are you coming or what?” Lester yelled from the doorway.
“I’m coming. Just making sure we didn’t forget anything.” Allison hurried to the door, pulled it closed behind her, and locked it. “I kind of hate to leave.”
Lester took her hand. “I know what you mean. It was fun wasn’t it? Skunk and all.”
“Les, this is going to sound crazy, but can we come back here for our honeymoon?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, unless you planned something else.”
“I really haven’t thought about it. I guess we can come here. Why not? It’s quiet, peaceful, and isolated.”
“I can’t wait to see Rebecca.”
“What do you think she’s going to say?”
“I told you, she’s not going to be surprised.”
Lester drove slowly down the curving hills. “Seems like we’ve been here forever and yet not long enough.”
“I know. Funny isn’t it? Just a week ago, someone tried to kill Jeremy. Now, Rebecca’s going to school, and we’ve set a date for our wedding.” She reached across the console and took Lester’s hand. “Happy?”
“Very.” Lester took the turn onto Main Street. “What street did she say her apartment was on?”
Allison took the paper with the directions out of her purse. “Vine. 2345 Vine Street. It’s three streets after the traffic light at Carol and Main. There it is.”
Lester waited for traffic and turned left onto Vine Street. “How far down?”
“About six houses. There, the brick building. That’s it.”
Lester parked, and they hurried to meet Rebecca. Allison couldn’t wait to see her friend’s face when they told her the news.
Rebecca met them at the door. “I thought you’d be here earlier.” She looked at her watch. “Kind of late for you isn’t it, Les?”
“We kind of hated to leave. Waited until the last minute to check out,” Allison said.
“So, it’s back to work Monday for you. I don’t mind saying, I don’t envy you.” Rebecca held the door while Allison and Lester entered.
“Gee thanks, why don’t you rub it in a little. How are the classes going?” Allison looked around the small apartment. “Not as nice as the one in Parma, but not bad.”
“Yeah, but it’s only for eleven weeks. I made coffee; anyone want some?”
“I’ll have a cup,” Lester said.
Rebecca poured the coffee, and Allison fidgeted. Why wasn’t Lester saying anything? Why wasn’t he telling Rebecca about their plans?
“So…” Rebecca handed Lester the coffee and looked from one to the other. “What aren’t you two telling me?”
“What makes you think we’re not telling you something?” Lester said.
“Well for one thing, Allison looks like she’s about to bust, and you have that shit-eating grin on your face.”
Allison looked at Lester. If he didn’t say something soon, she was going to bust.
“Okay, sit down. We have some news.” Lester motioned to a chair and took Allison’s hand. “Allison has agreed to be my wife. We’re getting married in June.”
Rebecca clapped her hands. “I knew it! I told you you’d be engaged by time you left the cabin.”
“Actually, I agreed to marry him before we went to the cabin,” Allison said. “We finalized our plans while we were there. You will be my maid of honor, won’t you?”
“Of course, I will. This is so exciting. Do your parents know yet? You are going to ask her father’s permission, aren’t you, Lester?”
Lester groaned. “Crap, I forgot about that. No they don’t know. It’s not something you want to tell someone by phone. That’s why we didn’t tell you until now.”
Allison rubbed Lester’s arm. Poor guy, for all the self-confidence he portrayed, he really was insecure. “It’ll be fine. Heck, my dad will probably offer to pay you to marry me. My parents have been bugging me for a couple years to marry and give them grandchildren.”
“Grandchildren! Oh, my gosh, that would make me an aunt. Who would have thought two weeks ago, you’d be getting married, let alone talking about having kids.”
Allison smiled. “Something tells me it’s not far in your distant future, too.”
Rebecca blushed. “We’ll see.”
“Hey, is there something I should know about? Jeremy better ask me for your hand, if I have to ask Allison’s father, then so does he. I mean fair is fair, right?”
“There’s nothing you need to know at this point. He hasn’t popped the question yet. I’m sure you’ll be the first to know if and when he does.”
“I darn well better be. Listen, we have to go. You keep in touch. I still don’t like that you’re staying here.” Lester stood and kissed Rebecca.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me. You be careful going home.” Rebecca hugged Lester and turned to Allison and gave her a big kiss. “Congratulations, now we’re really going to be sisters.”
Allison squeezed Rebecca and suppressed a tear. “Yeah, but y
ou’re going to be living so far away.”
“Hey, Les can always get a job here and so can you. Then we’d be close.”
“That’s not going to happen. I’d go crazy living in a small town like this,” Lester said.
“Why? It’s a great place to raise kids.”
“I’m sure it is, but I like the big city. Sorry, kid, much as I love you, no way would I move down here. Guess we’ll have to be satisfied seeing you on holidays and weekends. Unless you can talk Jeremy into moving to the city. They have cops there, too.”
Rebecca laughed and hugged her brother again. “I just don’t see that happening.”
“Okay, on that note, we’re off. I’ll call you when we get home, or Allison will. Be good; do well in school. We love you.” Lester took Allison’s hand, and she noticed a tear in his eye. She gulped back a sob and hurried out the door. She hated goodbyes.
Epilogue
“No!” Jeremy sprang up in bed. Severe pain stabbed his stomach. He doubled over and fell back on the bed. In a few seconds it eased, only to grip him again a few minutes later. He eased himself off the bed, when the pain lessened a second time. What the hell was going on here? Severe cramping gripped him again. He doubled over, clutching his stomach. “Rebecca!” Once the pain subsided, he grabbed the phone and dialed.
She answered on the first ring. “Jeremy, I was just about to call you. I'm in labor.”
Jeremy pulled his pants on one leg as he talked, holding the phone with his shoulder. “But the baby's not due for two more weeks.” He hopped around the room, trying to put his foot in the other pant leg. He fell against the bed, slid to the floor, and dropped the phone. “Damn it!” Hell of a time to be out of town.
“Jeremy, are you there?”
Jeremy grabbed the phone. “I’m here. I’ll be home in an hour. Call Dan to take you to the hospital.” Dan, hell Dan and his mother were still on their honeymoon. “Never mind Dan. Call Sally.”
“I already called her. Jeremy, calm down, I want you home in one piece. I’m sure it’ll be a while yet. Oh...” Jeremy heard the pain in Rebecca’s voice.
He got up and pulled his other pant leg on. “I’m on my way. I love you.” He slammed the phone down, grabbed his car keys and left.
A baby! They were going to have a baby. Him, a father. Jeremy couldn’t help grinning. He put his car in gear and pealed out of the parking lot. Two weeks early, weren’t most babies born late? That’s what his mother said before she and Dan left for their honeymoon.
“Don’t worry,” she had said. “We’ll be back in plenty of time. Most babies are born late, anyway.”
Hell, he should have known better. His baby wasn’t most babies. A sharp pain sliced through his stomach. Damn if this was what labor felt like, he was glad he wasn’t a woman.
“Hang on, Rebecca. I’m coming.” His voice in the quiet car startled him. Like she could hear him. He chuckled, who knew, maybe she could. He got to the highway and accelerated. Part of him was tempted to put on his siren, but he resisted.
His cellphone rang, and he flipped it open. “Hello.”
“Hi, Jeremy, it’s me, Sally. Rebecca asked me to call and let you know she’s at the hospital and doing fine. They’re admitting her and prepping her now.”
“Thanks, Sally. I appreciate it.” Jeremy let out the breath he had been holding. At least Rebecca was in good hands.
“Oh, and Jeremy, Rebecca said take your time and be careful. She’d like you to arrive in one piece.”
Jeremy laughed. Just like Rebecca to worry about him. “No problem, Sally. I’ll take it easy.”
“I’ll call you back when they let me in to see her, and she can talk to you herself. Okay?”
“Great. Thanks, Sally.” Jeremy flipped his phone closed and concentrated on his driving.
An hour later, he pulled into the hospital parking lot. When he hung up with Rebecca five minutes ago, she assured him it would be a while. He slammed the car door and pain sliced through his abdomen. He took a deep breath, let it out slow, and waited for it to subside. Funny, as long as Rebecca was on the phone, he didn’t feel the pains. He started to run, and another pain tore through him. Damn it, they were coming too quick. One right on top of another. He could barely walk, but he forced himself. He had to get to Rebecca; the baby was coming.
Taking another deep breath, he raced into the hospital and to the labor room. God, he hoped he wasn’t too late. He wanted to be there when their baby came into the world.
He pushed through the doors. “Bonnie, where’s Rebecca?”
“Quick, they just wheeled her into delivery.” Bonnie grabbed a gown and paper slippers from the bin and handed them to him. “Put these on and follow me.”
Jeremy pulled the slippers over his shoes and shoved his arms into the gown. Bonnie slapped a paper hat on his head and pushed a button to open the delivery room doors.
Jeremy hurried to Rebecca’s side. “I’m here, Becca.” He moved a strand of hair from her forehead and leaned down to kiss her.”
“I knew you would be. Ohhhh...” Rebecca groaned.
“Push, Rebecca, push,” the doctor said.
Within a couple of minutes, the doctor held up the baby. “It’s a boy.”
A boy. He had a son.
Rebecca gripped his hand. “We have a son.”
The doctor laid the baby on her chest. “He’s beautiful, Jeremy. He looks just like you.”
Jeremy brushed a tear from Rebecca’s cheek. He stared at his son in awe. What a miracle. This tiny baby, this little person was going to be totally dependent on him and Rebecca. He only hoped he’d be half as good a father as his own.
A nurse came and took the baby. “We’ll get him cleaned up now,” she said. “We’ll bring him back once you’re settled in your room.”
Rebecca held Jeremy’s hand to her lips and brushed a kiss across it. “Go call your mother.” Her eyelids fluttered, and before he had a chance to say anything, she had fallen asleep.
Jeremy left the delivery room and punched in his mother’s number before he even reached the outside. She answered on the first ring.
“Hi, Mom, just wanted to let you know Michael Daniel Marlin has entered the world. He weighed in at seven pounds twelve ounces and is twenty inches long. He has a head full of dark hair. Rebecca and Michael are doing fine.”
About the Author
Roseanne Dowell is an avid reader and writes various types of romance - paranormal, contemporary, and mystery. Her first book, Stranger on the Shore, released with MuseItUp Publishing in March. She also has 40 articles and short stories published in magazines such as Good Old Days, Nostalgia, and Ohio Writer and several online publications. Besides teaching writing courses for Long Story School of Writing www.lsswritingschool.com , she also taught two writing courses for the Encore Program at Cuyahoga Community College.
Roseanne lives in Northeast Ohio and where she enjoys life as a wife, mother of six, grandmother of fourteen and great grandmother of one. Besides writing, Roseanne enjoys embroidery and quilting, especially combining the two.
Also by Roseanne Dowell at MuseItUp Publishing:
A Second Chance
Double the Trouble
May I Have This Dance
Stranger on the Shore
Dedication
This book is dedicated to everyone I love.
Acknowledgements
A special thank you to: Vanessa Johnson for allowing me to use her name as a character. Vanessa won a contest for a cameo spot.
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