Rebecca's Little Secret. Judy Christenberry

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СКАЧАТЬ turned his back to both women and rubbed his neck. Then he turned around. “Becca, I owe you an apology for my reaction. I’m still angry that I’ve been robbed of the first four years of my son’s life, but I’m grateful to you for giving him life and for taking good care of him.”

      “And I apologize for not contacting you. But you hadn’t called and I thought you’d move on to a—a better life. I convinced myself you wouldn’t be interested. I developed a mentality of me and Joey against the world.”

      “His name is Joey?” Jeff asked urgently.

      She nodded.

      “My dad’s name was Joe.”

      “I know.”

      “You named him after my dad?” Jeff asked, his eyes filling with tears.

      “His full name is Joseph Lee Barlow.”

      Jeff had been named Jefferson Lee by his father. Rebecca wanted Joey to have some part of his father in his name. Jeff turned away again. After he composed himself, he said, “I want to see him.”

      Harriet said, “You don’t have anything on your schedule except for Mrs. Yancy wanting to change her will again. I can reschedule her.”

      “Thanks, Harriet. Ready, Rebecca?”

      Rebecca felt like she’d lost track of what was happening. “Ready for what?”

      “I want to see Joey. Now. Will you introduce me to my son?”

      “Yes, but—but I haven’t told him. I haven’t prepared him—”

      “Good. Let’s go.”

      “IF YOU’LL WAIT HERE,” Rebecca said, having led Jeff to the library, “I’ll go find Joey.”

      “You don’t know exactly where he is?”

      “No. Betty will know.” She left him alone and headed for the kitchen. “Betty, where’s Joey?”

      “What are you doing home now? Are you sick?” the housekeeper asked, moving toward her to touch her forehead.

      “No, I’m not sick. I’ve brought Joey’s daddy home to meet him.”

      Betty’s eyes widened, but she didn’t ask any questions. “Joey is helping Peter wash Miz Vivian’s car.”

      “Thank you.”

      “Peter said he wouldn’t let him get wet,” Betty called after her as Rebecca headed for the driveway, where Peter, Betty’s husband, was washing a car.

      “Mommy!” Joey squealed in excitement. “I’m helping Peter!”

      “I can see that, but I need you to come inside and meet someone.”

      Her son pouted and protested that Peter needed him, but Peter assured him there would be other car washes he could help with.

      A disgruntled Joey followed his mother into the house. Once they were inside, Rebecca stopped. “Did you get wet?”

      “Not much,” Joey said, looking at his mother from under his lashes.

      “I think we’d better go change. Joey,” she said in what she hoped was a casual voice, “do you remember asking about your daddy?”

      That question got Joey’s attention. “Yeah. Why?”

      “Because he’s here. He didn’t know about you until today, and he’s come at once to meet you.”

      “My real daddy?” the little boy asked skeptically.

      “Of course your real daddy. I wouldn’t lie about that.”

      Her intention of changing Joey’s clothes so he would impress his father went down the drain. Suddenly Joey darted toward the library. “Is he in here?” he asked over his shoulder.

      “Yes, but—”

      Joey was already through the door.

      Rebecca hurriedly followed him in time to hear him say, “You’re not my real daddy!”

      “Joey, don’t be rude, please. Let me introduce you to Jeff Jacobs. Jeff, this is Joey.” She tightened her hands on her son’s shoulders before she added, “And, yes, Jeff is your real daddy.”

      “But you told me he was strong like Superman! He doesn’t even have a cape!”

      Much to Rebecca’s relief, Jeff laughed. “I’m a lot stronger than your mom. Maybe that’s why she said that.”

      “Yeah. We was scared and she said if you was there, you’d protect us.”

      “We were scared, Joey,” Rebecca corrected.

      Joey gave her one of his disgusted looks. He didn’t count grammar among the important things in life.

      Jeff had been standing. Before the awkward silence got too long, he said, “May we sit down and talk a little? I’ve missed four years of your life. I’d like to know what you like to do. Your favorite foods, those kinds of things.”

      Joey looked at Jeff and then his mother.

      Rebecca braced herself for what was coming.

      “When we have something to celebrate, Mommy takes me to McDonald’s!”

      “Joey, you just had lunch. And it’s not nice to ask to be invited.” Rebecca felt her cheeks turning red.

      “But, Mommy, he asked what I like. And I like to go there.”

      “Fair enough,” Jeff said. “How about I take you there for dinner this evening?”

      “That would be great. Me and Mommy will like that.”

      Rebecca hurriedly said, “I won’t be going, honey. It’s a chance for you to get to know your daddy.”

      Joey looked at Jeff and frowned. “I don’t want to go without you, Mommy.”

      Before she could begin to persuade him, Jeff said, “That’s fine if Mommy comes. I’ll invite my fiancée, too, so you can meet her.”

      “What’s a fiancée?” Joey asked.

      “She’s the lady I’m going to marry.”

      Joey backed up to lean against his mother’s legs. “Uh-uh, I’m not changing mommies. I’m keeping my mommy.”

      Rebecca bent down and kissed her son’s cheek. “I’m glad you want to keep me, sweetie, but that’s not what your daddy meant. Chelsea would be your stepmother and I would be your mommy.”

      “Stepmother? Like the one in Cinderella? That would be bad! I don’t want a stepmother!”

      “Joey, СКАЧАТЬ