Daddy Woke Up Married

He scowled at her. “Of course I do. Remember me? The husband? Just because I can’t remember doesn’t mean I don’t have a stake in you, or the baby.”

Emily bit her lip, ashamed of the way she’d reacted. Nick wasn’t himself. He’d awakened without a memory, knowing only that he had a wife, without remembering the unusual circumstances of their marriage. Sheesh, what a mess.

“He’s right. I’d better check you over again, just to be sure,” Paige said, still standing at the open doorway with an amused expression on her face. “They’ll be coming to take Nick for more tests, anyway.”

“I feel fine, Doc,” Nick interjected.

“That’s good. But we’ll keep you here for a while, just to be sure.” The physician looked at Emily, still tangled with him on the bed. “Coming?”

“Coming,” Emily muttered. She carefully swung her feet to the floor and received an affectionate pat on her bottom from “the husband.” She gave him a fulminating glance. Amnesia or not, Nick had better watch his hands.

Grinning, Nick watched the two women leave, then tucked his hands behind his head and gazed out the hospital window.

Nicholas Carleton.

Nick.

He turned the name over and over in his mind, yet it didn’t seem any more familiar than it had before.

Nick. My name is Nicholas Carleton.

In a short period of time he’d pieced together several parts of his missing life. Most of it looked pretty good. Some of it he wasn’t so sure about. Let’s see….

Wife? Emily Carleton. Pregnant, saucy and delectable. A definite plus. She might not be an angel, but she got full points in every other category.

Career? Civil engineer, but on vacation. That wasn’t too bad, either.

Home? Presumably a house with a leaky roof—unless he’d been cleaning rain gutters and fell off that way. That made the house a question mark. But if he lived there with Emily it couldn’t be too awful. He already knew Emily could brighten up any place.

Character…?

Hmm. Frowning, he shifted uneasily. He didn’t like the astonished way his wife had responded to his compliments, or her belief he might be playing a practical joke. And what about the baby? She’d said, “Don’t you dare use that kind of language in front of my baby.”

Not our baby, but my baby.

What did that mean…if it meant anything? Were they having trouble in their marriage?

A needle of alarm stabbed through his already aching head. He shouldn’t have teased her so much. Deep down he realized he’d been hiding how terrible he felt inside— lost, alone, as though he was standing on the edge of a precipice with nothing but darkness around him. It had been stupid and insensitive, and had almost resulted in Emily getting hurt herself.

A wave of nausea rolled over him as he recalled the moment when she’d started to fall. He slumped deeper into the bed. The facts he’d gathered didn’t matter—he still didn’t know who he really was, or what kind of man he’d been. There was only one thing he was absolutely certain about…Emily loved and wanted their child.

Surely that meant she loved him a little, too.

Didn’t it?

“I’ll be fine,” Emily said, thanking the deputy sheriff as she got out of the cruiser.

“I’m sure Nick’ll get over this amnesia stuff real quick. Just call if you have any more problems.” Hank McAllister tipped his hat.

Emily sighed. Everyone had been so nice and helpful. It was a great hospital. The nurses had gotten her food, insisting she eat. Then Hank, an old high school pal of Nick and her brother, had come to take her home. There hadn’t been anyone else to call: most of her friends were on vacation, her folks had retired to Arizona, her sisters and younger brother lived out of state, and her real big brother was somewhere in Wyoming or Montana fighting forest fires. Or maybe Idaho.

Frazzled, she wandered into the living room and sank onto the couch.

So far she’d handled her pregnancy easily; no morning sickness, no particular aches and pains or hormonal swings. None of the emotional roller coaster rides her yuppie married-with-children friends had warned her about. She absolutely loved being pregnant. It was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

The soft tick-tock of the mantel clock was the only discernible sound in the house, that and the dripping water faucet Nick had planned to fix after finishing the roof.

Nick…. Emily curled into a ball and burst into tears.

“How did it happen?” she moaned into the cushions.

Everything had been going so perfectly. She was going to have a baby. She’d always wanted kids, and it seemed somehow perfect that Nick would be the father. Sure, getting used to the idea had taken a little while, then everything had fallen into place.

Their marriage hadn’t changed anything. She still took care of his mail and paid his bills when he was out of town. And he was out of town a lot. Nick consulted on projects all over the world. Whenever he did come home he’d cadge meals at her place and sheepishly hand her a bag of laundry in the bargain. Big difference getting married had made.

Now she had a husband with amnesia—an amorous husband with amnesia—who didn’t have any idea they were only friends. And the worst part was knowing how much she’d responded to him. Incredibly. Passionately. Melting like a chocolate bar in his hands. How could they go back to being just friends?

“Mrrooow!”

Opening her eyes, she found herself nose to nose with her cat. “Oh. Hi, GeeZee.” She sniffed.

A rough tongue lapped at the tears on her cheeks. She moved to give the enormous, black-and-white feline room by her side. His booming purr soothed her, and she cuddled him close. “We’ll have to rearrange the house a little. We have to make it look like Nick lives here,” she muttered. “Paige says we can’t upset him with the truth.”

Emily wiggled, hoping to get more comfortable so she could take a nap. GeeZee merowled and gave her a disgusted look, so she scratched his neck and tried to relax. An hour later she was still awake. Exhausted, but awake.

“Blast.”

According to the clock it was almost five in the afternoon. Nick had fallen off the roof less than eight hours before…it seemed like forever ago. Her life had changed a lot in those hours. Now she had to act like a dutiful, loving wife. Ick, dutiful. Except it wasn’t the dutiful part that bothered her the most.

GeeZee stretched luxuriously and bumped her with his forehead. She sighed. “You’ so big. You can’t sleep on the bed when Nick gets here. There won’t be enough room.”

For a full twenty seconds Emily froze, her words echoing in her ears. There won’t be enough room. She gulped and scrambled inelegantly off the couch.

“Arggh! I can’t believe I said that. Nick and I won’t be sleeping together. He doesn’t have his memory and he’s always been oversexed, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to fall into line like all his other women. No way. Not me. I’ll do laundry and meals, but the horizontal mambo—or whatever those bachelors call it—is out. Marriage or not.”

GeeZee stared at her without blinking, as though he thought a strange spirit had come and taken the place of his normally sensible human.

Emily stomped back and forth across the living room, gesturing wildly. “I’m going to make it clear to Nick. He’ll be grateful when he finally remembers. He doesn’t actually want to make love to me. It’s that old ‘glad I’m alive’ survival response. Primitive instinct. That’s all. It has nothing to do with me whatsoever.”

Having clearly decided this was the case, she looked at herself in the mirror above the fireplace and burst into tears again. “I’m fat. I’m pregnant with his baby and he doesn’t really want me because I’m fat.”

It took her ten minutes of crying, twenty minutes in the shower, and a whole lot of self-lecturing before she could even begin to think straight. And then she still had to get dressed for evening visiting hours at the hospital.

Emily toweled her wet hair vigorously. “Big deal,” she mumbled. “I’m fat because I’m pregnant. That’s a great reason to be fat. I’ll just wear a maternity dress so it’s really obvious I’m having a baby.”

Still dissatisfied, she looked at her reflection again. Wonderful. Nick was going to know she’d gone home and bawled her head off. But it was just those pesky hormones, finally showing up after over four and a half months of pregnancy.

Well…why not? She’d always been a late bloomer, why should her pregnancy be any different?