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A bit of peace flows into me from her touch. My breaths come slower, but the tears still fall. “Yes, Bubby.” I nod, moving my head against her lap.
“Okay, now, you need to let Christian know.”
I gasp in a breath and try to sit up, but Bubby pushes me back down with a strength that I didn’t know she had. “I can’t…”
She hushes me. “Christian is not Jered. He may act the same way as that ass, but he deserves the chance and the choice to be in his child’s life.”
“But what if he doesn’t want me to be having his baby?”
Bubby chuckles. “It’s happening, so I don’t think he has much choice in the matter.” She pulls up a strand of my hair and wraps it in a curl around her finger. As I look up at her, she gives me a little smile. “Besides, any man with real sense would know that my granddaughter is a treasure. And my great-grandchild will be just the same.”
I wrap my arms around her bony knees, giving them a little squeeze. “I hope that my child is just like you, Bubby.”
She hums slightly sounding pleased. “I’m sure they will be, doll. I’ll be there to guide them. Now close your eyes. I think a little nap will do you good.”
Holding me close, she continues to stroke my hair. I let the feeling soothe my aching nerves, and my eyes lids droop.
“Do I really have to tell Christian?” I mumble.
“Oh yes, child. The father deserves to know. But don’t worry about that now. Honestly, I think he will be delighted. That poor boy needed direction, and now he has it.”
The noises of the ship and the world around us starts to dim as I relax and let the need for sleep take over my senses. My mind focuses on the song Bubby is humming, and the rhythmic feeling of her fingers combing through my hair.
Somewhere between starting to dream and being awake, I feel another presence join us. It’s familiar and yet not. I fight back sleep to figure out who it is but can’t. Just before I drift off, my grandmother starts whispering excitedly.
“Oh, Harrold! You will never guess. Our little grandbaby here is going to be a mother!”
It doesn’t make any sense, but I hear my grandfather saying how pleased he is.
It must be Tuesday.
Chapter Twenty-One
Christian
I pay an insane amount of money to the Alaskan cruise line representative to find out what boat Mandy and her grandmother are on. I pay more to have them stop the boat off the coast of Glacier Bay and allow my helicopter to catch up. I’m not sure what they told the other passengers, perhaps that they are flying someone out for an emergency. But, in any case, I’m on the boat and waiting for Mandy within two days.
Once I get on board, I bribe a maid to let me into Mandy and her grandmother’s shared stateroom. I want to surprise her. I want to make this day one that she will remember for the rest of her life. I have the room dark. The cruise line representative let me know what shows Mandy and her grandmother have tickets for, so I snuck in while they are out.
The new suit I bought for the occasion feels weird. It looks a little weird to me too. Somehow, even though I’m in my thirties, I look more adult now. Maybe because I am expecting a baby. It makes me feel more grown-up.
The doorknob starts to turn. I take a deep breath, stand up, and hold the bouquet of red roses I brought out in front of me. This has to go perfectly.
The lights flip on. She’s there. Standing in front of me with her cheeks slightly pink from the cold air outside. Mandy blinks at me.
“Christian?”
The look of surprise on her face is priceless. Her brown eyes are so wide. Her little pink lips are pulled into an O. When she notices the flowers, a slight blush fills her cheeks. It is at that point that I notice that her hands instinctively go to the little bump at her belly — the bump that is my child.
I’m drawn to her body in a new way. The desire to take it, make it mine, and watch Mandy cum over and over is still there, but there is something new in me…in my heart. Images of us wrapped together fill my mind. Only with my arms around her, protecting her, will I feel complete again. Maybe more complete than I have ever felt before.
My arms reach out for her before I tell them too. I have to hold back; there will be no jumping in now. Our breakup was too bad for this to be immediate. The words I came to say get caught in my throat. Instead, I offer her the flowers again, as if a couple of slightly frozen roses will explain everything.
