First Comes Baby.... Michelle Douglas

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      ‘Oh, it’s not that I don’t approve,’ Meg managed.

      ‘I don’t,’ Ben growled.

      She stared at him. ‘Yeah, but you don’t approve of marriage on principle.’ She rolled her eyes. Did he seriously think he wanted to be a father?

      Think about that later.

      She turned back to the older couple. ‘The thing is, I didn’t even know you were dating. Why the secrecy? And…and… I mean…’

      Her father glanced at Elsie and then at Meg. ‘What?’ he rapped out.

      ‘Do you love each other?’

      Elsie glanced away. Her father’s mouth opened and closed but no sound came out.

      ‘I mean, surely that’s the only good reason to marry, isn’t it?’

      Nobody said anything. Her lips twisted. Have a banana, Meg. Was she the only person in this room who believed in love—good, old-fashioned, rumpy-pumpy love?

      ‘Elsie and I have decided that we’ll rub along quite nicely together.’

      She started to roll her eyes at her father’s pomposity, but then he did something extraordinary—he reached out and clasped Elsie’s hand. Elsie held his hand on her lap and it didn’t look odd or alien or wrong.

      Meg stared at those linked hands and had to fight down a sudden lump in her throat. ‘In that case, congratulations.’ She rose and kissed them both on the cheek.

      Ben didn’t join her.

      She took her seat and sent him an uneasy glance. ‘Ben?’

      He shrugged. ‘It’s no business of mine.’ He lolled in his chair with almost deliberate insolence. ‘They’re old enough to know what they want.’

      ‘Precisely,’ her father snapped.

      She rubbed her forehead. No amount of smoothing would ease this awkward moment. She decided to move the moment forward instead. ‘So, where will you live?’

      ‘We’ll live in my apartment at Nelson Bay.’

      She turned to Elsie. ‘What will you do with your house?’

      Before he’d retired Meg’s father had been a property developer. He still had a lot of contacts in the industry. Maybe they’d sell it. Maybe she’d end up with cheerful neighbours who’d wave whenever they saw her and have young children who’d develop lifelong friendships with her child.

      ‘I’m going to give it to Ben.’

      Ben shot upright to tower over all of them. ‘I don’t want it!’

      Her father rose. ‘That’s an ungracious way to respond to such a generous gift.’

      Ben glared at his grandmother. ‘Is he railroading you into this?’

      ‘Most certainly not!’ She stood too. ‘Meg’s right. She’s seen what you haven’t—or what you can’t. Not that I can blame you for that. But…but Laurie and I love each other. I understand how hard you might find that to believe after the way the two of us have been over the years, but I spent a lot of time with him when he was recuperating.’ She shot Meg an almost apologetic glance that made Meg fidget. ‘When you were at work, that is. We talked a lot. And we’re hoping it’s not too late for all of us to become a family,’ she finished falteringly, her cheeks pink with self-consciousness.

      It was one of the longest speeches Meg had ever heard her utter, but one glance at Ben and she winced.

      ‘A family?’ he bellowed.

      ‘Sit!’ Meg hollered.

      Everyone sat, and then stared at her in varying degrees of astonishment. She marvelled at her own daring, and decided to bluff it out. ‘Have you set a date for the wedding?’

      Elsie darted a glance at Meg’s father. ‘We thought the thirtieth of next month.’

      Next month? The end of March?

      That was only six weeks away!

      ‘We’ll be married by a celebrant at the registry office. We’d like you both to be there.’ Her father didn’t look at her as he spoke.

      ‘Of course.’ Though heaven only knew how she’d get Ben there. He avoided weddings like the plague—as if he thought they might somehow be catching.

      ‘And where have you settled on for your honeymoon?’

      ‘I…’ He frowned. ‘We’re too old for a honeymoon.’

      She caught his eye. ‘Dad, do you love Elsie?’

      He swallowed and nodded. She’d never seen him look more vulnerable in his life.

      She blinked and swallowed. ‘Then you’re not too old for a honeymoon.’ She hauled in a breath. ‘And, like Elsie, are you hoping to rebuild family ties?’

      ‘I sincerely hope so, Megan. I mean, you have a baby on the way now.’

      Correction—she’d never seen him look more vulnerable until now. He was proffering the olive branch she’d been praying for ever since she was eight years old, and she found all she wanted to do was run from the room. A great ball of hardness lodged in her stomach. Her father was willing to change for a grandchild, but not for her.

      ‘Meg.’

      She understood the implicit warning Ben sent her. He didn’t want her hurt or disappointed. Again. She understood then that the chasm between them all might be too wide ever to be breached.

      She folded her arms, her brain whirling. Very slowly, out of the mists of confusion and befuddlement—and resentment—a plan started to form. She glanced at the happy couple. A plan perfect in its simplicity. She glanced at Ben. A plan devious in design. A family, huh? They’d see about that. All of them. Laurie and Elsie, and Ben too.

      She stood and moved across to Ben’s chair. ‘You must allow Ben and I to throw you a wedding—a proper celebration to honour your public commitment to each other.’

      ‘What the—?’

      Ben broke off with a barely smothered curse when she surreptitiously pulled his hair.

      ‘Oh, that’s not necessary—’ Elsie started.

      ‘Of course it is!’ Meg beamed at her. ‘It will be our gift to you.’

      Her father lumbered to his feet, panic racing across his face. Meg winked at Elsie before he could speak. ‘Every woman deserves a wedding day, and my father knows the value of accepting generosity in the spirit it’s given. Don’t you, Dad?’ Family, huh? Well, he’d have to prove it.

      He stared at her, dumbfounded and just a little…afraid? That was when it hit her that all his pomposity and СКАЧАТЬ