Baby, Our Baby!. Patricia Thayer

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      “Anyway, when we got there, that jerk, Jerry—what’s his name?—Huddleston. He suggested we all go skinny-dipping.”

      Ali had been in shock, more frightened than anything else. Flat-chested at the time, she hadn’t been about to strip and have everyone laugh at her. She looked down at herself now, thankful she’d filled out some since she gave birth to Joanie.

      She leaned close to Jake. “Darcie was so mad when I spoke up and dared you boys to go in the water first. Until I got the other girls behind the bushes and told them my plans to trick you guys. And you all fell for it hook, line and sinker.”

      She rose from the chair and sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling her face heating up as she recalled what had taken place that night. The room was silent except for the monitor beeping overhead, which echoed the pounding of her own heart.

      “Jake, I have a confession.” She studied his features for a moment, noticing that some of the swelling had gone down. She reached out and touched his jaw. “When the guys were finally all in the water, I was elected to sneak out and steal their clothes while the other girls distracted them by pretending to be getting undressed. Well…I made it to the tree closest to the water when I discovered not all of the guys had gone in. You hadn’t. You were still getting undressed.” She drew a long breath and released it. “And I stood behind the big maple and watched you take off your clothes.”

      Ali’s body grew warm as she remembered how the moonlight had made it possible for her to see Jake’s broad chest after he stripped off his T-shirt. She swallowed, recalling how he’d popped each button open on his Levi’s, how her mouth had gone dry as he’d slid the worn jeans down his long legs. His white briefs had followed, and he stood before her, naked and beautiful.

      “You were the first man I ever saw naked,” she whispered. “And the last…”

      Ali remained on the bed for a long time. How she had missed him. She’d give anything to have him open his eyes. She picked up Jake’s hand, rubbing it between hers as she studied his face. He’d always been great looking, and now at nearly twenty-nine, there was a ruggedness about him that was breathtaking, bruises and all. Her blood pulsed through her body, making her warm all over as she inhaled his familiar scent. Oh, God. She couldn’t let him get to her again.

      She released his hand and averted her gaze, remembering how hard she had tried to forget him, to move on with her life. But it seemed no man could compare. The guys she’d dated in high school certainly couldn’t compete with Jake Hawkins, captain of the football team, star quarterback and valedictorian of his class. To make it worse, he was a nice guy.

      And he had been totally in love with her twin sister.

      She looked down at Jake’s face again. The one man she wanted had never been hers to have. He was Darcie’s. Even when her sister had left him at the altar, Jake still loved her. Ali told herself she should call Darcie home. Jake might wake up for her.

      Ali got up and moved across the room as the familiar feeling of jealousy tightened her stomach. Even when Darcie was little, she had to have all the attention. She’d demanded it. Maybe because they had been abandoned by their mother so many times, Darcie was afraid to be left alone. And whatever Ali had, Darcie wanted.

      But there was one thing that her sister could never take from her. That one wonderful night when Jake had made love with her, and they had created a child.

      Ali walked back to the bed. Jake was Joanie’s father, and no matter how uncomfortable the situation was, she had to remember that.

      “Wake up, Jake,” she whispered. “There are things I need to tell you. Things I should have told you a long time ago.”

      She brushed his hair back off his forehead. “Please, you’ve got to get better. So many people love you. And, Jake, your daughter, Joanie, needs you.” Ali bit her trembling lip, trying to stay strong, but the fear was getting to her. What if Jake never came out of the coma?

      No! She had to stay positive. “You will wake up, and I’ll tell you all about Joanie.” She leaned down and pressed her lips against his. A tremor raced through her. “Good night, Jake. See you tomorrow.”

      Jake felt the warmth of her lips on his, then she pulled away. Don’t go, he tried to call to her. Please don’t go. He willed the words to come, but they never did. The room grew silent, with just the memory of her sweet voice lingering in the air. When she’d spoken, he’d been mesmerized. He’d tried to listen, but her words got all scrambled in his head. He’d been able to pick out a few, but nothing that told him who she was. And who was Joanie?

      A few days later, Ali sat and watched as Cliff Hawkins limped back and forth across his son’s hospital room.

      “I hate this—I should be able to do something. Anything. All this waiting is making me crazy. Damn those doctors. I’m paying them enough they should have figured out a way to bring my son out of this coma.” Cliff’s gaze went to the bed, and a sob racked his body. “Oh, hell. I can’t stand it.”

      Ali went to him. “Mr. Hawkins, please. The doctors are doing everything they can. Jake is strong. He’s in top physical condition from his years in the military, and we all know how determined your son is. He’s going to come out of this.”

      For the first time in days, Cliff Hawkins looked hopeful. He patted her hand. “Thank you, Ali. You’ve been such a help.” He blinked back tears. “It’s just that I feel responsible—”

      “But you’re not responsible. The sheriff said it was an accident. Jake lost control of his car in the bad weather.”

      “But if we hadn’t argued that day… All I wanted was to help my son. He thinks I’m a stubborn old man.”

      Ali assisted Cliff to the edge of the bed. “Sometimes we have to let people find their own way,” she began. “My grandmother always says, ‘To love is to let go, and let God.’”

      His hand was trembling, and she wondered how much sleep the man had had in the past week. “I can’t seem to do that. Where I came from, Ali, life was tough. My own dad took off when I was only ten. I had to help support my mom.”

      Ali saw him cringe, and he raised his head to make eye contact with her.

      “I bet you thought I always had a good life. Well, I didn’t.” He sighed. “My childhood was so rotten that I want to forget it completely, to bury the past. I swore that no child of mine would ever know what I had to go through.”

      Ali remained silent. Cliff Hawkins obviously needed to vent his feelings, and she seemed to be the only one around.

      “I made it out of the projects, and made a name for myself. But it cost me.”

      He glanced over at her, and Ali saw his eyes well up.

      “I built a thriving business, but in the process I lost my wife to the bottle before I realized she needed help. By the time I got her into a rehab clinic, she didn’t care to live. She died a year later.

      “Now I stand to lose my only son…a son who can barely tolerate me.” He swallowed and reached out to touch Jake’s battered face.

      “He doesn’t exactly look like the big strapping kid who played quarterback in high school, or the soldier with a chest full of medals, does he?”

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