Unsuitable Obsession - Part One
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“Just go ahead—say it, tell me what you’re trying to avoid. I promise I won’t overreact to your son,” Amber confessed, feeling her throat close up. “Anyway...he’s adorable Eduardo, you must be very proud.”
Eduardo gulped with another distinct gaze at Sheila. Sheila turned her head in dismay.
Amber noticed that the toddler suddenly fell asleep on Eduardo’s shoulder. He was so angelic-like with his dark eyelashes shut.
“Amber...your mother had no other choice but to transfer you out of Cedars and into a county hospital. Your care was oftentimes unethical—”
“I know all that Eduardo,” Amber cut in, “Just introduce me to Leticia’s son...”
“He’s not hers,” Eduardo reciprocated, caressing Amber’s cheek with his hand, “He’s yours.”
“He’s...what?” Amber spat out, standing up immediately and backing away from them.
This is why Dr. Hayward insisted they hold off telling her so quickly; Eduardo realized swiftly watching his beloved cover up her mouth now in skepticism. “He’s yours Amber, he’s your son…you can hold him if you’d like.”
Amber felt this incredible urge to do just that and took the little boy away from Eduardo’s warm clutch. The child continued to rest and curled up within Amber’s cynical arms. She scanned his little body in uncertainty. Hers? “H-How?”
Eduardo wrapped himself around mother and child. Stroking the back of Amber’s hair, he expressed, “It was unprecedented—although not uncommon for a woman to be pregnant in an unconscious state. The doctors were in disbelief…your past medical history proved without a doubt any possible way for you to be expectant. My heart sunk when I first found out, I thought you might have been raped. I demanded an ultrasound the minute you arrived at Palm Desert. Your mother and I were with you when they did the procedure; we wanted to know ourselves how far off you were. We were overjoyed the moment they told us the fetus was a four-month gestation.”
“Oh God,” she cried, holding the boy tightly bound. Good Lord he was a miraculous angel!
“Relieved that you weren’t assaulted, I went to see Victor to share the good news. I thought this would make him happy…bridge the gap between us. But when we discussed the pregnancy, he threw the divorce papers in my face.”
“He didn’t even want to know?” Amber uttered through tears. “But Victor loves children.”
“That’s just it...the look on my brother’s face when I told him, it made sense.”
“What made sense?”
“That you hadn’t been sleeping with him. That the conception couldn’t have been his...but mine.”
Amber began to fully cry now and buckled to her knees. She glared down at the child who was still within her grip. He was a perfect mesh. He had her hair color, her mouth and long fingers, Eduardo’s skin-tone, nose, dark eyelashes and green eyes.
Eduardo bent down with her and eased her body back up. “You had a C-section at seven months, the baby was under stress and they performed a hysterectomy at the same time. After that entire trauma on your body, the doctors said you’d probably never wake up,” he cried, butting his head up against hers. “But you did...I knew in my heart that you would and Sheila and I were elated and asked the facility not to tell you just yet prior to knowing that you were sound enough to handle the truth.”
Amber kissed the boy’s forehead, “He’s...magnificent Eduardo.”
“You created life Amber, not me. We watched him grow inside your belly while you had no knowledge. I thank you for giving him to me.”
Amber looked across at her mother and smiled. Sheila in turn beamed back at her daughter. “I love you baby.”
“I love you too Mom.”
Eduardo gazed over at Sheila himself, “Your mother’s been staying with me by the way; she’s been an angel taking care of him while I go to work. Without her support, I don’t where I’d be.”
Sheila burst into tears…Eduardo had been sincere. Since the birth of her grandson, she watched Eduardo transform from a self-centered maniac into a patient parent and coddle that boy like there was no tomorrow. “Dear God, I knew this would be hard—”
Eduardo reached over to his future mother-in-law to caress her shoulder. Amber observed her mother as she patted Eduardo’s hand accepting his touch. So much has happened! So much to sink in! She had another son. A son with Eduardo! Her mother and Eduardo were friends. They cared for one another! Good Lord, Dr. Hayward never told her, made sure she was solid enough to deal with the reality. She must have been sane enough to handle the comprehension, a potent sense of happiness sunk into her heart. She not only had Eduardo’s complete devotion, but the little boy...Good Lord; the child created a family with the man she never stopped loving.
Amber giggled, and then kissed her son’s forehead once and again. “What’s my son’s name?”
“Peyton.”
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