When The Lights Went Out.... Judy Christenberry

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      The door slid open on the top floor, her floor, and she quickly stepped out. Pasting a smile on her lips, she greeted fellow workers as she hurried to her desk. She felt—safer behind her desk. It wasn’t as if anyone could see that she was pregnant…yet. The first thing she had to do, however, was make a doctor’s appointment.

      She was the only member of their department at work, so she grabbed the phone and dialed her doctor’s office. A couple of minutes later, she hung up the phone. Tomorrow morning at nine. At least that little errand was taken care of.

      She stepped to her boss’s office. Andrew Huffman was the closest thing to a father-figure she’d had since her own father had walked out on her mother, leaving his five children. Sharon was the oldest.

      The struggle that ensued, still ongoing, had reminded her every day that men—at least some men—couldn’t be trusted. Now, with her mother’s hard work and her own contributions, starting when she’d gotten a part-time job at fourteen, all her siblings were getting a college education.

      When she’d started at Kane Haley Inc., fresh out of high school at eighteen, she’d come to Andrew Huffman’s department. He’d encouraged her to learn and grow, using the company training as well as her night classes, to take on more and more responsibility.

      She’d completed her degree this August and Andy had been as excited as her. Now, she rapped on his door, knowing he’d be at his desk. He was nearing retirement age and worked from a wheelchair, but he had the energy of men half his age.

      “Come in.”

      “Andy? I have a doctor’s appointment for tomorrow morning, so I won’t be in until ten or ten-thirty. Is that okay?”

      “Sure. Is everything okay?”

      “Yes. Just something I need to take care of.” She certainly wasn’t going to tell anyone about it until she had her pregnancy confirmed by a doctor. She wasn’t sure if the home tests were really reliable. Or maybe she was just hoping.

      “Okay. I may have some good news for you next week. Your very own project,” he exclaimed with a boyish grin.

      She tried to look excited. “Really? Any details?”

      “Can’t tell you yet. But keep up the good work.”

      She retreated to her desk. She and Andy had talked about her heading up her first project. Without her degree, he couldn’t let her take that responsibility, but he’d promised she’d get the chance now.

      Yesterday, she would’ve been thrilled.

      Now she wasn’t sure she could handle it.

      The temptation to call Jen was hard to resist. One of her friends, Jennifer Martin, was the Health Benefits Manager. It was Jen who had inspired her to buy a home pregnancy kit. When Sharon had complained over lunch about fatigue and occasional nausea, Jen had commented that it sounded like pregnancy to her.

      Sharon had laughed, along with Jen, because Jen would know. She’d discovered her own pregnancy a month after her fiancé had died in a car wreck.

      Jen didn’t know she was the inspiration, because she didn’t know about the elevator incident. No one did except her and Jack.

      If only she knew who Jack was.

      “Yes, the test was correct, Miss Davies. You are approximately eight weeks pregnant. Your baby is developing nicely. I foresee no difficulties. I’ll write you a prescription for prenatal vitamins and set you up for an examination schedule of every six weeks until you’re six months pregnant. It will be every two weeks then, until we’re down to the last month. I might change to every week then.”

      The older woman in the white coat beamed at her as she made notes on the new chart. “Now, who shall I list as the father?”

      Sharon stared at her. She’d been coming to Dr. Norman since she’d started working at Kane Haley, Inc., eight years ago. The doctor was on their company plan and was in the same building, convenient.

      “Uh, I’m not listing a father’s name,” she said calmly, folding her hands in her lap.

      “You don’t know who the father is?” Dr. Norman asked sharply.

      “I know who he is, but I don’t want his name on the records. It’s my baby and I’ll provide for it.”

      “Ah, a married man,” the doctor muttered, her lips flattening out as she pressed them tightly together.

      Was he? Sharon didn’t think so, but she couldn’t say for sure. When he’d held her in his arms, caressing her as they talked, sharing the most intimate parts of their lives, he’d told her about his wife and unborn son dying in a car accident. But the accident had been eight years ago.

      Maybe he hadn’t brought her up to date on his life because—because they were touching each other in an inappropriate way. But she’d been so frightened, so terrified of dying, she had wanted to crawl inside him and hide.

      “Miss Davies? Sharon? Are you all right?” the doctor asked.

      “Yes, why?”

      “You didn’t answer my question. I wondered if your family would—Probably you’re okay financially, since you have insurance, but birth is an emotional thing, as well. Will your family help you?”

      “Yes, my family will be there for me.”

      “I can’t help but recommend you notify the father, even if you aren’t together anymore. He has the right to know about his impending fatherhood.”

      Sharon stared straight ahead. Even if she wanted to tell Jack the results of their strange odyssey, Jack was all she knew. No last name. She wasn’t even sure she could identify him. Until the elevator got stuck, she hadn’t looked at him. Then, after half an hour, the lights went out.

      She knew his scent. A wonderfully male essence that made her think of a fall day and a sexy man, crisp yet tantalizing. She knew his voice, that sexy burr that comforted and excited her and made her forget the danger.

      Just not his name.

      “I’d like you to take birthing classes. You’ll need a partner.” When Sharon said nothing, she added, “You can go without a partner, but you’ll be more comfortable if you can enlist a friend. Everyone else will be in a couple.”

      “Yes. How soon will I start them?”

      “Not until you’re five months pregnant. Here is some literature for you to study, to get you started. If you have any questions, any at all, call the nurse. Okay?”

      The doctor stood, handing her the literature and a prescription.

      “Thank you, Doctor.”

      Sharon left, hiding the papers in her purse before she ran into someone from her office. She didn’t want the information to get out until it had to. Until her body changed so much she couldn’t hide it.

      The doctor’s office was on the twelfth floor. She took the stairway back to her company’s floors, СКАЧАТЬ