Unexpected Family. Jill Kemerer

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      “Then find a way to forgive her mother.”

      Tom jumped to his feet, his fists balled at his sides. “She didn’t think about me—did she, Dad? It’s common knowledge you don’t see other guys when you’re married!”

      Dad moved closer and looked him in the eye. “I’m not taking her side. You have the right to be angry with her. She hurt you. But for Macy’s sake, you’ll have to work on a civil relationship. I don’t know what Stephanie is like anymore, but when you two got married, I saw an insecure girl who had never heard of Jesus and didn’t want to. I prayed for her then. I’m praying for her now.”

      Tom ground his teeth together. He spent enough time with his worn Bible each night to know that what Dad said made sense. But it didn’t change the past. Tom would never get those early years with Macy back.

      “She robbed me. She robbed me of my daughter. She robbed me of our marriage. You go ahead and pray for her. I’m not.” Even as he said it, Stephanie’s bruised face from earlier came to mind. The way she stood tall and maintained eye contact. Confidence infused her that hadn’t been there before.

      The front door opened and his sister Claire breezed inside. “This is a treat. You got here early for once.”

      Got here early? No. It couldn’t be Tuesday.

      Dinner at the cottage. With the family.

      “Uh,” Tom said, grabbing his keys. “I got to go.”

      “No. You backed out last week. You’re staying.” She set a huge orange Tupperware bowl on the table. “Besides, Reed and I have barely seen you lately. How’s the training going?”

      “Fine.” If he made a break for it, he might be able to skip dinner. But he stayed rooted. “It’s going fine.”

      “Are you going to tell her or am I?” Dad raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I can’t keep a secret to save my life.”

      Tom’s insides shriveled. It was true. Dad couldn’t keep a secret. He’d blown Sam’s surprise birthday party a mere two months ago. But...tell everyone? Tonight? After the divorce, his siblings had treated him like a trauma patient for months. Did Tom really want to blab the news now?

      “What’s going on?” Claire raised an eyebrow. “You two are acting weird.”

      If he didn’t say it, Dad would. Tom sighed. “I’ve got some news.”

      “What kind of news?” Wariness hung on her words.

      “It’s about Stephanie.”

      “Are you two getting back together?” She might as well have asked if he was sacrificing animals on the weekend.

      “No. Nope.” He shook his head. “No.”

      She exhaled loudly, her hand dropping from her lips to her chest. “Oh.”

      He furrowed his forehead. That’s how his family viewed Stephanie—as someone Tom should avoid. And why wouldn’t they? He’d bad-mouthed her enough after she left him. Not five minutes ago he’d smeared her past to his dad. He shouldn’t have. He’d worked hard to overcome the bitterness, to own up to his part in their botched relationship.

      And the tenderness in Stephanie’s voice when she spoke of Macy, the way she’d tucked Macy’s hair behind her ear at McDonald’s, the fact she’d finally told him he had a daughter? It all tempted him to defend her. Which made no sense. One minute he was furious with her, and now he wanted to shield her?

      “I found out—”

      “Who’s ready to eat?” Aunt Sally and the rest of the family entered the cottage in their usual noisy fashion. His brother and roommate, Bryan, two years younger than him, then their baby sister, Libby, chattered behind her husband, Jake. His youngest brother, Sam, zoomed straight to the living room and claimed the remote. Claire glided over to her husband, Reed, when he came in. And last but not least, Uncle Joe heaved warmers of food into the kitchen. The large, open living room and kitchen had high ceilings, hardwood floors and comfortable furniture. Felt like home. When Granddad was alive, it practically was home.

      Good a place as any to make an announcement. Macy would be part of their lives, too. This cottage, this family—she was part of the Sheffields, and he’d make sure she knew it.

      Tom cleared his throat and raised his arms. Everyone turned to him. “Before we eat, I have something to tell you.”

      “Can’t it wait until after Aunt Sally’s chicken?” Sam yelled from the couch.

      Grinning, Aunt Sally waved her hand. “Let the boy talk.”

      The boy. Tom had turned thirty-one this summer. Hardly a boy. His family continued to call him by his childhood nickname, Tommy, although he’d politely reminded them for years that his name was Tom.

      “Go ahead, son.” Dad gave a firm nod.

      Words chased each other around his brain. “I saw Stephanie earlier.”

      “What? If you say you’re getting back together with her...” Libby popped a hand on her hip, her blond ponytail swishing in the process.

      “No, I’m not getting back with her.” He glared at her. “She was in a car accident, and she came to the house. She told me...” He searched the sea of faces, full of questions, mostly encouraging, and his mouth went dry. His fingers curled around the edge of a dining chair. “I have a daughter.”

      A collective gasp filled the air, then hung there until complete silence suffocated the room.

      “A little girl?” Aunt Sally’s expression morphed from shocked to deliriously happy. “Did you hear that, everyone? We have a baby to spoil!”

      Picking up on her cue, everyone murmured and nodded, although not nearly as enthusiastic as his aunt.

      Dad clapped for silence. “I, for one, can’t wait to meet her.” He turned to face Tom. “We’ll do everything we can to support you and help out.”

      His siblings rushed to him.

      “When did you find out?” Bryan asked.

      “A few hours ago,” Tom said.

      “And you’re just accepting her word on this?” Bryan’s tone was accusing.

      He drew his shoulders back. “If you have something to say, say it.”

      “She ruined your life once, and what do you know? She’s found a way to ruin it again.”

      “I don’t consider finding out I have a daughter to be ruining my life.”

      Bryan shrugged. “Whatever, man. I’m trying to look out for you.”

      “Congratulations.” Sam jostled between them. “I think.”

      Libby bumped Sam to the side. “Are you kidding me? I am this close—” she held her finger and thumb a СКАЧАТЬ