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Jenny paced to the window for the sixth time in the past fifteen minutes. She looked down the empty driveway. “Where the heck is he?”
At six o’clock, she’d called the clinic, only to find that he’d left in the early afternoon to go to the hospital. A three o’clock surgery couldn’t last this long, could it? And when it did run long, Gabe always had a nurse call to warn her. He was very considerate that way.
Jenny called his cell but got no answer. He must have run out of battery. She made a note to get him a car charger. Certain Gabe must be on his way home, at six-thirty, she started the rice and tossed the salad. She knew not to put the salmon in the oven until Gabe pulled in the driveway.
Jenny wandered the kitchen, alternately looking out the window down the driveway then back to the stove to stir the rice. She opened the Pinot to let it breathe, straightened a crooked fork, and flipped a knife so the blade faced the plate. Crossing back to the window, she tugged at her shirt that seemed overly tight. Had she shrunk it in the wash or had she gained a few pounds?
At seven, the rice was in grave danger of drying out. Jenny called Gabe’s cell again, but it went straight to voicemail. She sent him a quick text. Just as she pushed send, his station wagon zipped up the driveway.
Tail wagging, Ritz trotted to the back door. Jenny hurried to the oven and popped the salmon in. This late, he’d undoubtedly be starving. As the garage door thunked shut, she smiled. “There you are. I was getting wor—”
Arms full of a large paper bag, Gabe stomped through the garage door.
Her smiled faded. “You brought home dinner?”
He placed the bag on the counter, took in her dress and makeup, and frowned. “Please tell me we aren’t late to some event I’ve forgotten.”
“No.” She shook her head. “We didn’t have plans. What’s wrong?”
He sighed and went to the fridge for a beer. “I’ve had a bitch of a day. I picked up Chinese food for din—”
He glanced at the table set for two, took in the flowers and china. “You made dinner.”
Jenny moved forward. “It’s okay, it’ll keep.”
He looked at the stove at the pot of rice and the oven, then dropped onto a stool. “Damn it. I’m sorry. I thought you would’ve eaten something earlier. I couldn’t call, my–”
“It’s fine.” Jenny circled his shoulders and kissed his forehead. “I love Chinese food. What’d you get me?”
“But you went to all this trouble.” He threw a hand out.
Jenny squeezed his shoulders and pressed her fingers along his shoulder blades, squeezing hard against the stiff muscles. Poor baby. He was so tight. “Stop. It’s fine.”
Gabe groaned and dropped his head forward. “That feels so good.”
Jenny dug deeper, then pushed her thumb up his neck, first one side, then the other. “You’re so tense. What happened today?”
She stopped her massage long enough for Gabe to take a long pull of his beer. She glanced at the pot of dried-out rice. Big deal, two dollars of rice down the drain.
Gabe took another gulp of beer. “It was ridiculously terrible. A disaster. Almost comical really.” He tilted his beer sideways. “But not really.”
“A disaster?” Jenny moved around him and sat on the other stool.
“When my alarm didn’t go off this morning, I should have stayed in bed. You know how much I hate being late.”
“That’s hardly a tragedy. Steve didn’t mind.”
“That was just the beginning. It started at the clinic. Stupid kids. Should just sterilize half of them.”
Jenny pulled back. “That seems a bit drastic.”
“Not really.” He rolled the beer bottle between his palms. “This girl came into the clinic this morning. Amy Riley. Just as I was heading out to lunch, Amy shows up at the clinic, running a fever and in premature labor—with her one- and three-year-olds in tow.” He paused, looking at her. “And she’s sixteen with full blown gonorrhea.”
Jenny winced. What a mess. “Is she okay?”
“Oh, she’ll be fine. A few days in the hospital pushing IV antibiotics will fix her up.” A little muscle in his tight jaw pulsed. “The baby died, but the mother will be fine—and probably still fertile, unfortunately.” He stood and jammed his hands deep in his pant pockets. “I couldn’t save the baby.”
“Oh, I'm sorry, honey.”
“It was a boy.” He leaned back against the wall. “A perfect little boy, born too soon. Because of her.” He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them. “It’s not right. He was an innocent.”
“Maybe she needs counseling.” Maybe she just made one incredibly big mistake.
His face wrinkled in a give-me-a-break look. “She had her first baby at thirteen, Jen. She’s had counseling. She has a long history of noncompliant prenatal treatment. She smokes pot and lives with her mother on welfare. She needs to be sterilized.”
“That’s a little harsh.” I had Michael at fourteen. Accidental pregnancies happen all the time. “If they’re on welfare, how do you know she wasn’t having sex for money to buy food?”
Jenny eased off the stool and handed Gabe his beer. As he took a sip, she moved over to the chair in front of the desk and pulled her sweater down to completely cover the pink First Response Pregnancy kit. Not the time. He’d freak.
“Tell that to her dead son. If she were turning tricks, she’d use birth control. She’s had counseling and access to birth control. Nope, she’s simply an irresponsible child. What chance do those other two kids of hers have? Being raised by an ignorant girl incapable of doing anything but spreading her legs?”
He poked at the mail on the desk. “I called Social Services. I know the foster situation, but even orphanages would give these kids a better chance than with that girl.”
Jenny came up behind him, squeezed his rigid shoulders and guided him back to the counter. “Let’s have dinner. You’ll feel better with some food in you.”
She popped the top on another beer and handed it to him. “Maybe you should step back a bit—get some perspective. Just because this girl’s promiscuous, doesn’t mean she’s a bad mother who deserves to lose her children.”
The timer went off, and Jenny took the salmon out of the oven and left it on the stove to cool. Good thing they liked leftovers.
Gabe stopped pacing the kitchen and sat in a chair at the table. “She’s a kid coping with babies by herself. They don’t even have the same father, for cripe’s sake. What kind of life can she give them? I’ve been there. I was twelve when Aunt Adele died, and then it was only me and Uncle George. Just me and a bitter man trying to cope with his grief. It was hard, Jen. Damn hard.”
He arched a brow at her. “And that’s coping with the benefit of money and education. It’s not fair to the kids. I’m not complaining for myself. I’ll always be grateful Uncle George took me in, but it’s far from an ideal childhood.” Gabe set his empty bottle down with extra force.
Jenny took the containers out of the paper bag and reached for dinner plates.
“Then this afternoon during my bowel resection, I dropped a scalpel and nicked the bowel—after, of course, I backed into a nurse and knocked a pack of sterile instruments out of her hands.”
“Oh, no.” She covered her mouth to hide a smile.
Gabe pursed his lips and shook his head. “No, wait. It gets better.” He reached into his pocket and tossed his old phone onto the table. Jenny moved closer to inspect the destroyed screen.
“What happened?” Holy cow, had he sat on it?
“I dropped it in the parking lot.” He finished off the first beer and reached for the fresh one.
“Does it still work?”
“Don’t be silly.”
She thought not but hoped it might. “It’s okay, I’ll take it to Verizon tomorrow—”
“Already done. That’s why I’m so late. Why I picked up the dinner. I got that,” he nodded at the containers on the counter, “while w
aiting for them to load stuff onto the new phone.”
“Oh, babe.” Jenny sat on his lap and hugged Gabe close. “I’m sorry.” Stroking his head, she tried to absorb his frustration and pain. “Now you’re going to have to reheat your dinner, too.”
He squeezed her back. “That might be the best thing that happened to me today. I just want to eat dinner and go to bed.”
They stayed that way, holding one another, each lost in troubled thoughts. Jenny hadn’t realized that Gabe’s childhood had been that difficult. He always talked matter-of-factly about losing his parents and living with George. She’d thought he’d been happy with George.
Given his past, how would Gabe feel about bringing a baby into the world now? They could make a perfect family to erase his painful childhood. Clearly now wasn’t the time to broach the subject, but it might be the perfect healing prescription for her love.
But then, if she was already pregnant, what were the chances he’d believe it was an accident? Didn’t seem likely, as they’d always used birth control.
And he could never find out about Michael—that was for sure. He’d made his views on teenage pregnancy crystal clear. She glanced at the chair and her sweater covering the pregnancy kit. Had to get that hidden, for sure. One glance at that would send Gabe around the bend.
Powerless to know how to help him, Jenny pulled Gabe closer, pressing a kiss into his soft hair. “Poor baby.”
She felt his rigid body relax, little by little. Easing away, she scanned his face before placing a hand on his cheek and pressing a light kiss to his lips. “I love you.”
Gabe’s only response was to pull her closer again and hold on tight.
After a few minutes, she moved away and looked at him. “You’ve been working too hard. What d’ya say we go away for the weekend? Just you and me. No pager. Turn the cells off. Just us.”
He frowned. “I’m pretty busy right now.”
“You’re always busy. You haven’t had any time off since we took the kids to Mexico for spring break.”
“What’d you have in mind?”
“I’m doing a piece on bed and breakfasts, and have a phone interview scheduled with this place in Saugatuck. Why don’t I do it in person instead? We could make a long weekend of it. Go away for our anniversary. That gives you a week’s notice. Think of how relaxing it’d be. Say yes.”
It’d give Jenny time to see if she really was pregnant. If she was…their lives would be totally turned on end, but at least telling Gabe on a romantic getaway when he was relaxed would set the atmosphere for a productive discussion where they’d figure things out together.
She was no longer an irresponsible, dependent teenager. Jenny had a great job, lovely home, and a loving husband. Like Mom said, she and Gabe made a great team. If she were pregnant, they’d figure it out, together.
Her biggest hurdle would be convincing him she hadn’t accidentally on purpose gotten pregnant. But she’d have a week to work on that. If she was pregnant. If not, it was still the perfect time to bring up the subject of having a baby—but she wasn’t going to tell him about Michael. There was no need, and she had no doubt he would not understand.
He thought for a moment, and then stared at her through serious eyes. “Yes.”
“Great.” Jenny smiled and hugged him close. “This is exactly what you need—we need. You’ll see.”
The End
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Just Destiny
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