Always a Mother. Linda Warren

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      “I know.”

      “I’m glad we’re keeping the baby,” he murmured.

      “Could you live with yourself if we did anything different?”

      “No.” His eyes caught hers. “We love each other. We’ll make it.”

      “Do you believe love is enough?”

      He nodded. “Yes.”

      “Then I do, too.”

      She placed her hand in his, along with her heart and her life. Together they walked out of the building. At her car he kissed her, and she knew they were going to be okay. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw her dad’s Lincoln.

      “Oh my God.”

      “What?”

      “There’s my dad.”

      The car screeched to a stop a few feet from them. Both her parents got out.

      “Get away from my daughter,” Robert Thornton shouted at Dean, his face red with anger.

      Dean didn’t budge. “Claire and I are getting married.”

      “Like hell.” Robert loosened his tie and jerked it off.

      “Dad, please,” Claire begged. “We’re in love and…and I’m pregnant.”

      Her mother, Gwen, gasped.

      “You bastard. I’ll kill you for this.” Robert took a step toward Dean, but Gwen caught his arm. “Robert, watch your temper.”

      Her father sucked in a breath. “Get in the car, Claire.”

      “Dad…”

      “Get in the car or I’m calling the cops and having this bastard arrested. Your choice.”

      “Please, Claire, let’s go home,” her mother pleaded.

      There was nothing Claire could do. For now she had to follow her parents’ instructions. She looked back at Dean’s shattered expression and her heart broke. Would she ever see him again?

      In the Thornton Home…

      CLAIRE SAT LISTENING to everything she’d done wrong. A numbness settled over her body—a numbness of her spirit and her soul.

      She wanted Dean.

      She needed Dean.

      “How could you, Claire? How could you do this?” her mother asked. “You have your whole life ahead of you and now…” Gwen shook back her blond hair. “I’m just appalled at your blatant disobedience. That boy has been a bad influence on you. You never disobeyed us before you met him.”

      “I love him.”

      “At your age you don’t even know what love is.” Gwen’s voice rose in anger. “I don’t understand how you can be so smart and yet so dumb.”

      Before she could respond, her father came back into the room. “It’s all set for first thing in the morning.”

      “What’s all set?” Claire asked.

      “I’ve made arrangements to have the baby aborted.”

      She felt the blood drain from her face. “No!” she screamed.

      “It’s for the best,” her mother said. “You can’t let this ruin your whole life. College is waiting for you. Later you can have all the children you want, and the wedding you’ve dreamed about. You’ll thank us then.”

      Claire bit her lip to keep from screaming again and realized there was no point in talking to them. Their minds were made up. Slowly, she trudged upstairs. She curled up on her bed and cried for being so young and stupid.

      And she cried for being in love.

      After there were no tears left, she rallied her strength. No one was taking this baby from her. She phoned Dean.

      “Claire, are you okay?”

      “No. I have to get out of here. My father has made an appointment for an abortion in the morning.”

      “I’ll be right there.”

      “No. After they’re asleep, I’ll call you.”

      “Okay.”

      “But where will I go?”

      “You can stay here with Mom and me. She might be a little ticked off, but she won’t kick us out.”

      “Are you sure?”

      “Oh, yeah. I know my mom.”

      “Dean, I’m scared.”

      “Me, too.”

      “I love you.”

      “I love you, too.”

      She hung up and reached for pad and pen and wrote Dean a letter, telling him how much she loved him. Putting her fears in writing helped to pass the time.

      DEAN WAS WORRIED about Claire—it wasn’t like her to go somewhere without telling him. And why had she taken the letters? As he sat in the den, his mind went back to that first night she’d left home.

      March 16, 1983

      DEAN PICKED UP CLAIRE right before midnight on the corner of her street. They didn’t talk much. Neither knew if they were doing the right thing.

      They made it to Bunny’s before she got home from work. Her shift ended at twelve. When he told his mother what had happened, she exploded, just as he knew she would.

      “We’re planning on getting married,” he told her.

      “And that’s supposed to solve everything.” In her black-and-white uniform, a pencil behind one ear, Bunny glared at him, her hands on her hips. “I thought I raised you better than this. Protection! I’ve drilled that into your head since you were fourteen years old.”

      “We used protection, but it didn’t work. I love Claire and she loves me. I’m getting a marriage license tomorrow. We just need a place to stay.”

      Bunny threw up her hands. “Champ, do you think it’s that easy? The Thorntons will be knocking down my door as soon as they discover Claire’s gone.”

      “I’m not going back,” Claire said. “They want me to have an abortion.”

      “What?” Bunny’s face turned almost as red as her hair.

      “We can’t let that happen, Mom. Please help us.”

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