Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  Her voice cut like a knife. But, James didn’t act like he noticed at all.

  “Sure,” he said. “Bradley, what do you say to a game of pool and a couple of beers?”

  “I say what are we waiting for?” I pushed away from the table and cleared my plate.

  It took everything I had within me to act at all fucking normal. I was worried about Natalia, wishing I could talk to her. Instead, I had to go play pool with her dad, which was the last thing I wanted to do.

  Chapter 33 - Bradley

  I headed over to the game room and James joined me a few minutes later.

  “Sorry that you had to see Natalia like that,” he said, shaking his head. “She’s been going through a lot lately, I tell ya.”

  “Oh?” I asked curiously. “What do you mean? What’s been going on?”

  “She’s a little heartbroken right now,” he said, handing me a cue stick.

  “That’s gotta be rough,” I said, my own heart starting to beat fast. “What did she say?”

  “She really hasn’t said anything, but it’s obvious what happened. You don’t see it?”

  He looked at me, a wild look in his eyes. I swallowed hard, trying to tell myself to keep breathing.

  “See what?” I asked innocently.

  “The fact that some SOB punk broke my baby girl’s heart,” he said angrily, pounding his fist on the pool table. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of rage and sadness.

  “That’s awful,” I said sadly. “I hope she’s okay.”

  James sat the pool stick down and sat on the edge of the table.

  “Yeah, me, too,” he said. The sadness that filled his voice caught me off guard. My friend looked so upset and sad. It hurt me to see him that way.

  I clapped my hand on his shoulder.

  “Cheer up,” I said. “We all go through it. She’ll be okay.”

  “Yeah, I know. It’s just hard watching her like this. She doesn’t eat. She doesn’t sleep. It’s been several weeks already and it doesn’t seem like she’s getting any better. In fact, it seems like she’s almost getting worse. And I want to protect her, to take the pain away. And the fact that I can’t is killing me inside.”

  He walked over and opened a small refrigerator that was sitting on the floor and grabbed two beers. He tossed one to me and opened the other one, taking huge gulps and finishing it off in just a couple of minutes. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and threw the empty can in a corner.

  I opened mine and took a few sips. My stomach was starting to churn, so I didn’t want to drink too fast and risk being sick. Listening to James talk about what was going on with Natalia was making me feel nauseous enough.

  I put the beer on the edge of the pool table and racked up the cue balls. I thought that maybe if we played a little pool, we could lighten the mood and change the subject for a while. But, James seemed very preoccupied with his concerns about what was going on with his daughter. He was a good father, so that made a lot of sense. It just made me very uncomfortable.

  James stood up and stared at me, pointing his finger at me.

  “You,” he said, shaking his finger in my face.

  I felt like a spotlight had been turned in my direction. Droplets of sweat were started to accumulate around my neck. I felt like the walls were going to cave in. I needed air.

  “What about me?” I asked, hoping my voice would not come out with that squeaky edge I had when I hit puberty.

  “You left right around the time that Natalia started crying and being upset about the break up,” he said.

  He rubbed his chin, staring off into space like he was trying to put it all together. I hid my hands behind my back so that he wouldn’t see that they were threatening to shake. This was it, I thought.

  “Yeah, but what’s that got to do with me?” I asked.

  James looked at me and frowned.

  “Well, I’m not sure that it does,” he said. “But, maybe while I was gone you may have seen something or heard something that could help. Were there any guys hanging around or did you hear her talking on the phone to anyone?”

  “I pretty much kept to myself while I was here. I mean, I helped her to get her car started, but that was it. Otherwise, we didn’t really spend a lot of time together...”

  My voice trailed off as my mind went to the truth of what happened, something that I hoped that I never had to tell James about. Just standing there talking to him about it was making me very fucking uncomfortable. Here was a father, genuinely concerned about his daughter, sharing his concerns with his friend and I was of no help.

  I wished that I could tell him something that would comfort him, something that would put his mind and heart at ease, but my hands were tied. Instead, I had to stand there, watching him search for an answer that would never come.

  “Everything in me wants to track down the SOB who broke her heart and break his jaw,” said James, a look of determination in his eyes.

  I had often seen that look on his face right before we got ready for a mission. He would get so focused, preparing to destroy all opposition.

  Back in the Air Force, I remember one mission in particular, the one right before the accident, when I had stumbled across him as he was mentally preparing himself to go into combat.

  He was in the bathroom and I walked in on him accidentally. I apologized and got ready to close the door, but noticed that he was sitting on the floor in the bathroom with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. His eye opened slightly, then he closed it again, getting back into the meditative state that he was in. I pulled the door closed, but left it open wide enough for me to peek through the doorway.

  He sat there breathing deeply for a few minutes. Then, he stood up, a murderous look on his face. He started slapping himself, yelling obscenities. He hurled a few punches into the air, still yelling, his voice echoing off of the wall. I got the hell out. I remember thinking that I would hate to be the person on the other side of that rage.

  And that was exactly where I had placed myself: in the line of fire of a ticking time bomb. I could only hope that, if things did come out, that he would remember that I was his friend at one point. But, one could never be sure how such a man would react if he felt someone was hurting the only person they loved.

  “Young love,” I managed to say, weakly. “You never know how it might end up. What may be bringing her pain today could end up working itself out in the long run.”

  I could see James processing what I had just said. He nodded appreciatively.

  “Thank you,” he said, smiling a little once more. “Thanks for everything. For being a good friend, for being here to look after my little girl while I was gone. Everything. And you're probably right. I might be thinking about it too much. It's just hard watching her like this. I wasn't always around for her when she was growing up because of being in the Air Force, so I missed all of the teenage heartbreaks.”

  He opened another beer and took a long swig before going on. “Now, I think that part of me wants to make up for lost time. Be super protective of her. But, the truth is, I have to let her make her own decisions and just be there for her if things don't go the way that I hope.”

  “I don't have kids myself, so I can only imagine how you might feel,” I said, picking up my cue stick and rubbing the chalk cube on the end of it. “But, Natalia is a bright girl. I'm sure it's not easy seeing her hurt. But, the fact that she has you there to look after her and care for her, is all that she needs. Plus, it seems like she has a great friend in Grace.”

  “Yes, Grace has always been there for her. And while we're down here wasting our time stressing over puppy love, they’re probably up there, elbow deep in a carton of ice cream.” James laughed and shook his head.

  Thinking about Natalia’s ice cream caused a pang in my heart. I wished I could be the one comforting her, consoling her. But I was the cause of her distress. And that was something I wasn’t sure I co
uld ever forgive myself for.

  Chapter 34 - Bradley

  “Well, it's your turn old man,” I said, motioning toward the pool table. “Take your best shot.”

  “I will,” he said, giving me a pointed look that almost struck fear in my heart.

  We played a few rounds of pool, throwing back about a dozen beers. We didn't talk about Natalia anymore, but I could tell that she was still on his mind. She was on mine, too. I would have loved to sneak off and talk to her. But, I didn't want James to get suspicious, so I forced myself to stay down in the basement with him, talking, drinking and playing pool. I stayed until what I felt was a reasonable amount of time. Once it got dark, I thought it would be a chance to make my exit.

  “Well, I have really enjoyed myself,” I said, forcing a yawn. “But, I think it's time for me to hit the old dusty trail. I've got a really busy workweek ahead of me and I'll be starting physical therapy this week. And I'm sure that you've got tons of things that you need to do, too.”

  James sat down, rubbing his temples. I hadn't realized how worn out he looked until then.

  “Yeah, you're right,” he said, sadness in his voice. “I'm going to be leaving again soon and I'm really worried about leaving Natalia here alone.”

  I was worried about that, too, but I knew that there was nothing that I could really do to help. I wished that I could offer to stay at the house and look after her, but there was no telling what more would happen. We probably would have ended up back in bed together. And that wouldn't have made things better. It would only work to complicate things. I didn't want to be the reason that things ended up being more complicated.

  “It will all work itself out,” I said, hoping that I sounded more confident than I felt.

  Under normal circumstances, I was sure that something like this would have just come and gone just as quickly as it came. But, since I was the person on the other end of things, I couldn't be sure. Even though I had put distance between us by moving out and getting my own place, that didn't stop me from craving her, for wanting to be near her, to touch her. To begin with…

  I knew that I had to get out of there and fast. Otherwise, I wasn't quite sure what I would do.

  “You're right. I'm probably thinking too hard. It is late, though. I'll walk you to the door.”

  We picked up the empty cans of beer that had been littered across the floor and headed up the stairs. When we got upstairs, I saw Natalia and her friend, Grace, walking down the hallway in our direction.

  “Don't forget that we're supposed to be having that sleepover with Sarah and Hazel,” said Grace, wagging her finger at Natalia. “Make sure that you rest or whatever you need to so that we can have an amazing time. It will help you to get your mind off of things.”

  She turned her head dramatically in my direction, giving me the dirtiest look that she could muster. I stared at the floor, hoping that my face wouldn't turn bright red from embarrassment.

  “Hey, can you walk Grace out to her car?” asked James.

  It was a simple enough request, but given the looks that she had been throwing me all night, I was less than enthused about walking outside with her. But, I also knew that it would be the nice thing to do, so I went along with it.

  “Sure, no problem,” I said, extending my arm to Grace as I stepped in front of the door.

  She rolled her eyes and pushed past me, walking out the door. James winced and laughed, shaking his head. I quickly said goodbye to James and Natalia and followed Grace out the door. I walked her to her car. Before we could reach her car, though, she turned and glared at me. I waited for her to say something, but at first she didn't. After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke.

  “You're an idiot,” she said.

  I knew that it had something to do with Natalia. And I couldn't deny it. It had been very stupid of me to give into sleeping with her, knowing how young she was and how close her dad and I were. It was selfish and stupid and Grace was bold enough to say so.

  “I know,” I said, hanging my head in shame. “I don't know what to say. I wish that I had been thinking.”

  “So, you wouldn't have moved out, then? If you had been thinking, I mean?”

  I looked at her confused. I had no idea what she meant.

  “What do you mean?” I asked, hoping that she would enlighten me.

  “I mean the fact that you're being so stupid when you and Natalia obviously care about each other. She's crazy about you! Don't you see that?”

  “I would give anything to be with her, but...”

  “But, nothing,” she yelled, cutting me off. “You want to be with her. She wants to be with you. But, you're letting some stupid moral code get in the way of you two being happy together. That makes you one of the biggest idiots that I've seen in a very long time.”

  Watching her stand there, yelling, her fists clenched at her side was almost comical. She was such a small, thin girl. Yet, she had the courage of someone at least twice her size. But, she still was just that: a girl, one who didn't yet understand how the world worked. She didn’t understand that, even though Natalia and I may want something really bad, it didn't mean that we would necessarily get it.

  “You don't understand,” I said, shaking my head, looking around to make sure that no one heard us. “This is the best thing...no, the only thing, that I can do. Hopefully, one day Natalia will see that.”

  Grace stood back, crossing her arms, glaring at me.

  I knew that there would be no convincing her. She had made up her mind and that was it. Instead of standing there arguing with her, I figured that it was a good time for me to make my exit. I wished her a good night, walked over to my car, and climbed inside.

  Just breathe, I told myself, willing myself not to look in her direction. I started up my car, gave it a little gas, and drove off. Right before I turned the corner, I looked back in my rearview mirror.

  Grace was still standing there looking in my direction, her face and form full of contempt.

  Chapter 35 - Natalia

  “Whatcha doin?” asked Grace over the phone, trying and failing at sounding nonchalant.

  I had been ignoring her texts all day, so she called. I knew that if I didn't answer that she would be coming to my house, so I just answered.

  “Oh, nothing much,” I said, sighing. “Still procrastinating about getting my things ready for college.”

  It had been three weeks since our little barbecue with Bradley and Grace and I didn't feel any better. In fact, I was starting to feel progressively worse. I had little to no energy. I barely wanted to eat anything and, if I did eat, I would puke it back up. I pretty much stayed in my room all day and slept.

  “Oh, heartbreak can really take it all out of you,” was all my dad would say.

  For the most part, he acted unfazed by the fact that I rarely stepped foot out of my room. I think that that was his way of dealing with things. Or maybe he was just so busy that he didn't stop to really think about what was going on. Either way, I found myself home alone again because he had taken on another assignment from the Air Force.

  “It's only a six day trip,” he told me, sitting on the end of my bed the day before he was leaving. I didn't have much to say, but wished him a safe trip. He paused before walking out of my room like he wanted to say something, but decided to keep it to himself.

  I envied my father's way of being able to just put things out of his mind, like they weren't happening. Me, on the other hand, I was having the worse time trying to shake things off. Even though my dad just boiled everything down to this being a simple heartbreak, the fact that it had been over a month since things had happened and I still wasn't okay and it made me think that it was more than just a simple heartbreak. What else it might have been, I wasn't quite sure.

  “Well you know that college is right around the corner,” said Grace. I had almost forgotten that I was still the phone with her.

  “Yes, I know,” I said,
my voice dripping with sarcasm. “It’s why I'm saying that I'm procrastinating. As a matter of fact, I need to get back to procrastinating and take a nap. I'm exhausted.”

  “Okay,” said Grace reluctantly.

  I hung up the phone and buried myself underneath the pile of blankets that were on my bed. The warmth hugged me tightly and made me drift off to sleep easily.

  I dreamed about bunnies. There were tons of bunnies everywhere, hoping all around my bed. It was strange but, at the same time, I was drawn in by their cuteness. In my dream, I crept over to the end of the bed and looked down at them. They were in a straight line hopping in unison. Each one that passed me looked up, smiled, and said hello.

  My dream was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. My eyes popped open and it took me a minute to realize that someone had been knocking at the door. I crawled out of bed and dragged myself to the door.

  It was Grace, standing there with two bags on her arms.

  “Did someone order a best friend?” she said cheerfully. I groaned at her bad attempt at a joke.

  “Hi, Grace,” I said flatly, moving out of the way so that she could come into the house.

  “Well, it's nice to see you, too,” she said, walking into the kitchen and setting the bags on the counter. “I come bearing gifts.”

  She pulled out a brown paper bag that smelled wonderful. It was Chinese food from Great Wok, our favorite Chinese restaurant.

  “Mmm,” I said, pulling the bag close and inhaling deeply.

  “And that's not all,” she said, reaching into another bag and pulling out a carton of ice cream. I squealed excitedly. I had just finished off the last of the carton that I had bought yesterday and had started a grocery list, putting ice cream on the list as the only item. I tore the list off of the fridge and threw it in the garbage.

  “Wow! You must be psychic! I was starving and you have food. I just finished off the last of my ice cream and here you are with that.”