Baby, I'm Yours

Becca was barely aware of grabbing her purse and fleeing the office.

She couldn’t face going back to the agency. She called Rick and, wonder of wonders, something worked out right for her. Her call went straight to his voice mail.

“Hi, Rick, it’s Becca. I have some stuff I’d like to take care of from home, so I won’t be back today as planned. I’ll be in bright and early tomorrow morning.”

There, her voice hadn’t even wavered.

No need to call home because her family wouldn’t expect her until dinnertime. What she did need was some time alone to think.

She drove through Cuyahoga Falls and headed out of town, seeking serenity at Cuyahoga Valley National Park.

Her thoughts bounced around like a frantic rabbit as she drove. But she wouldn’t allow them to get out of hand. Even now, safety was paramount. Maybe even more than before.

A short time later, she pulled into the parking lot near her favorite covered bridge, a spot that seemed to take her back to the simpler times when the historic bridge was built. A time before progress in Ohio meant paved roads and shopping malls.

She got out and walked, simply walked, allowing the thoughts to come cascading in.

How in the world had this happened? She and Gabe had used condoms as protection for years, but had gotten progressively lax. Becca had secretly welcomed the idea of another child and Gabe had been on the fence. Until two nights before he died, when he’d laughingly said they’d take their chances.

Why then? Had Gabe had some premonition of his death?

Becca smiled, touching her stomach. It would be wonderful to have one more part of Gabe live on.

But what if the baby wasn’t Gabe’s? A wave of nausea made her tremble. No, it wasn’t possible. She remembered how insistent Rick had been about using protection, even in the throes of the most spontaneous lovemaking she’d ever experienced. Becca would be forever grateful for his consideration, because she’d been in no state of mind to consider the ramifications.

In his way, he’d given her a gift, too. Because she could, with certainty, know this baby was Gabe’s.

RICK FINISHED WORK around seven. He probably should swing by the gym, but he couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that there was something going on with Becca.

Nodding to his staff, he grabbed a few files on his way out.

As he walked up the Smith driveway a short time later, Rick told himself he was worried about a friend, pure and simple. It was normal to feel responsible for his best friend’s widow.

Wasn’t it?

He rang the doorbell and waited.

Aaron answered the door and hollered, “Mom, it’s Rick.”

The boy left the door open, so Rick stepped into the entryway.

Becca staggered in, yawning.

“Hi, Rick. I must’ve fallen asleep on the couch.”

Even half-asleep and with dark circles under her eyes, Becca was beautiful.

Shifting, he said, “I brought you the damage files. Thought you might want to look them over.”

“Thank you.”

“Everything go okay at the doctor’s today?”

“Fine. I’m healthy as a horse.”

But she didn’t look healthy. She looked drawn and lifeless. There was something she wasn’t telling him. He’d known Becca long enough to sense when she was dancing around an issue.

He opened his mouth to protest, but Maya beat him to the punch.

Coming down the stairs, she asked, “You went to the doctor? Why didn’t you tell us? Is something wrong?” There was an edge of panic in her voice.

Becca raised her chin. “Absolutely not. It was a routine checkup, nothing more.”

“You’d tell us if something was wrong, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course.”

Becca’s overbright smile told him that she would do whatever was necessary to protect her daughter. But Maya seemed mollified.

The girl gave her mother a big hug. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Mother and daughter were about the same height, but that was where the resemblance ended. Maya was all Gabe, with an olive complexion and expressive brown eyes.

“I’m going to Trina’s house to study.” Maya grabbed her backpack.

“Be home by ten.”

“See ya.” And she walked out the door.

“They are so self-contained at that age,” he commented.

“She worries too much. If I’m five minutes late, she calls. If she can’t reach me on my cell, she starts to panic. I think she’s afraid of losing me, too.”

“I can understand that.”

“Yes, but it makes things difficult sometimes.”

Rick hesitated.

“Do you want to come in?” Becca asked.

He had a feeling he was expected to decline, but instead said, “Sure, for a few minutes.”

“Maybe there are still some cookies left in the kitchen. Come on, let’s go check.”

He followed her to the kitchen, admiring the ease with which she handled his sudden appearance. Their lovemaking hadn’t shaken her as much as him.