Bent not Broken (56 page)

The fuzzy image on the screen cleared, and I saw my child. The moment took my breath away. Melanie squeezed my hand harder, and I turned to her. Tears ran down her face.

Melanie whispered to me, “Our baby.”

I leaned over and kissed her, murmuring back the same, “Our baby.”

Dad began to take measurements and talk about each body part. I was surprised at how big the head was, but he said it was supposed to be at this stage. We counted ten fingers and ten toes, and the heart was beating exactly as it should.

Relief swept over me as Dad assured us that everything was okay. He confirmed the due date as June seventh. We were halfway there.

“So did you two want to know the sex of your baby?” Dad grinned at us, knowing full well how much we did.

“Yes,” Melanie and I said in unison.

He smiled a soft smile. “Baby girl.”

We were having a baby girl. I looked at Melanie who mouthed to me, “I knew.”

I took Melanie’s face in my hands and kissed her. “Of course you knew,” I murmured against her lips.

When Melanie and Mom left for the restroom, I pulled my dad aside. “Hey, Dad?”

He drew me into a hug, patting me on the back. “I can’t believe you’re making me a grandpa.” He leaned away, his expression bittersweet. As disappointed as they’d been, they’d never failed to support us. Melanie still hadn’t told her parents, and Mom had pretty much taken on the role of mother in her life.

“You know we couldn’t have done this without you and Mom. I hope you know how much that means to me.”

His brow wrinkled as he minutely shook his head. “You know we’d do anything for you, Daniel.”

“That’s actually what I need to talk to you about.” I hated asking for more when they’d already done so much, but I’d thought this through and knew it was the best plan. “I need access to my money.”

I had a trust fund from my grandparents that my parents had control of until I turned twenty-one. My intention had been to save it for my children for when they were older, but my child needed it now.

He nodded. “I was wondering when you were going to ask.”

****

March 2000

It took two months of preparation. Mom had snuck up during the week to make everything perfect, and now that it was complete, I couldn’t wait to show Melanie.

I smiled to myself as I dialed her number.

She picked up on the first ring. “Hey,” she breathed into the phone. “I miss you.”

“I know, Mel. I miss you so much.” It was getting harder and harder to leave her each week.

“You’re coming tomorrow, right?” Sadness weighed down her words.

“Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you think you could tell your Dad you’re staying with Stacy this weekend? I want you to come up here.”

“Daniel, I don’t think my car will make it.” I heard her disappointment over the phone.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll come get you. We’ll just leave your car at my parents and drive back together. Do you think you could get out of school early?”

“Yeah. That’ll be perfect!” she squealed into the phone. “I can’t wait. We haven’t had a weekend to ourselves since Christmas break. I really need to get away.”

“So, I take it you’re anxious to see me?” I teased her, knowing she was always as excited to see me as I was to see her.

“No, not at all,” she laughed into the phone, her sarcasm evident.

I told her I loved her and hung up, counting the hours until I could leave.

I woke up early. I planned to be at my parents by ten so I could spend an hour with them before Melanie and I left.

When I arrived, I found Mom standing on the porch waiting for me.

“Hey, Mom!” I called out to her as I got out of the car.

“She’s going to love it, Daniel.” She beamed at me. She had put a lot of effort into this whole thing, and she was almost as eager for Melanie’s reaction as I was.

“You think she will?” I wanted her to love everything and was sure she would, but I also didn’t want her to be disappointed because she hadn’t been a part of it.

“Of course she will, sweetheart. Don’t worry, you’ll see.” That was all I needed to hear.

My parents and I spent the hour having a late breakfast.

“That was great, Mom” I smiled at her.

My baby girl was going to have the best grandparents. Sure, they were going to spoil her like crazy, but they’d also give her the same kind of selfless love they’d given me my entire life.

I jumped up when I heard Melanie’s old car coming up the road. I flashed an excited smile at my parents before darting out the door. My heart burned with desire to hold her. The magnetism we shared was always there but grew stronger the nearer we were. I felt her spirit surge as she came into sight.

She pulled up behind where I’d parked, her face filled with disbelief as she looked between me and the car.

She got out giggling. “You didn’t.”

I descended the three steps to stand in front of her. “Do you like it?”

“Daniel, seriously, you bought a new car?”

“Did you think I was going to let my baby girl ride in that old thing?” I laughed as I pulled Melanie into my arms, feeling the peace that her touch brought.

Melanie’s car was so old. It broke down constantly, so I bought a new car for our family. The four-door sedan was white and nothing fancy, but it was reliable and safe.

She hugged me. “Thank you for taking care of us.”

I stood with her in my arms, swaying as I cherished her in our embrace. I grinned as I felt her stomach press against me, our baby now prominent between us. I never wanted to let her go. She was my home.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

She grasped my hand from her side and brought it to her face, cupping her cheek with my hand. My whole arm burned with the fire that she set in me. “I feel it, Daniel, every time you touch me.” She pressed her cheek further into my hand to demonstrate the power that held the two of us together, the energy flowing soundly between us.

A low “ahem” from behind caused me to pull away.

“We wanted to say hi to Melanie before you two took off for the weekend.” Dad brought Melanie into a hug and kissed her on the temple. “How are my girls?”

Melanie grinned. “We’re great, Patrick.” She rubbed her belly. “Growing every day.”

We loaded her bag into the trunk and said our goodbyes to Mom and Dad, promising we’d be back early enough on Sunday to spend some time with them.

The ride back to Boulder went quickly. We talked the whole way about our little girl, the plans we’d made, and how anxious we were for them to all come to pass.

A couple of months ago, we’d decided to get married as soon as Melanie turned eighteen, which was next month. Mom and Erin had planned a small wedding in our backyard, just family and a few friends. Melanie had never dreamed of the big wedding and neither had I.

Her parents still didn’t know. I’d been pushing her for months to tell them. She was just over six-months pregnant and there would be no hiding this much longer. Rumors had already started, and Steve was either going to have to find out from us soon, or he was going to hear it from someone else. As it was, the man was blind if he hadn’t noticed that Melanie was showing.

I didn’t bring it up on the ride home; I just wanted us to be at peace.

Once the conversation died down, we enjoyed each other in silence as we traveled down the road. Melanie rested her head against the seat, her hand loosely entwined with mine.

Every time I glanced at her, my chest burned with the love I felt for her.

Trees became sparse as we neared town, the forest soon behind us. Buildings began to line the freeway, and before we knew it, we were in the city.

“Daniel, you just missed your turn.” Melanie looked behind us as we passed the University of Colorado sign.

“We’re not going to the apartment. I have a surprise for you.” I made little circles on the back of her hand with my thumb as I took the second exit, making a left and heading north.

I pulled up in front of the little white house, the one I knew Melanie would love.

“Welcome home.” I pecked her on the mouth before hopping out and running around to the passenger door. I helped her out, trying to gauge her reaction as she took everything in. We’d have to be here in Boulder for at least the next four or five years, and I wanted to be sure we had a home to raise our daughter.

“Daniel,” she breathed out. Her eyes scanned the front yard, coming to rest on the front porch. Walking forward, she ran her hand along the railing as she ascended the steps, going directly to the swing suspended from the roof. She had tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, and I knew it was right.

“Home,” she said the word and reached for my hand. “Thank you.” She’d always said I felt like home to her, and I couldn’t be happier than to give her one.

“Do you want to see inside?” I took her hand and unlocked the front door.

She stepped inside, and I heard a little gasp as both of her hands went to her face while she shook her head.

“Daniel, it’s perfect. How?” She looked around our house, absorbing everything around her.

“Mom,” we both said it at the same time. It was so clear my mom had a hand in this. Melanie loved old things, and I knew the house for her would be warm and comfortable, a place where we could be at ease while we watched our little girl play on the floor.

She walked around the family room, her fingers trailing over the photos my mom had so carefully picked out. Melanie picked up the picture of us right after my graduation. “I love this one.” She turned it toward me so I could see it.

“It’s my favorite, too.”

“I can’t believe your mom knows me this well, Daniel.” She ran her hand over the fabric of the large suede couch, still shaking her head.

I led her to the kitchen, the room I was most excited for her to see. She was an amazing cook, and I wanted her to have her dream kitchen.

“Oh, my gosh,” she gushed as she danced into the kitchen, running her fingertips along the butcher-block island that sat directly in the middle. “I want to make us dinner tonight!” Her eyes were wide with excitement as she opened drawers and slammed cabinets, checking out everything.

“Of course, if that’s what you want to do, but I don’t want you to get too tired.” I worried she put too much stress on herself, but the thought of Melanie cooking dinner in our kitchen made my mouth water.

She shook her head. “No, I really want to.”

She slid her arms around my waist, pulling me close to rest her head on my chest. “You are the most perfect man ever created. Do you know how much this house means to me, Daniel? It’s wonderful, but it would never be home without you. Do you understand? You’re everything.” She squeezed me tighter as she said the last words.

Her words left me awestruck. I knew with every part of my being, she’d been made specifically for me and I for her. My arms tightened around her, and I buried my nose in her hair.

Stepping back, I took her hand and whispered, “I want to show you something.”

My heart raced as I approached the next room. I prayed Melanie would like it. I pushed the door open, and Melanie peeked in and froze. I was so afraid she’d be disappointed, but Erin had assured me Mel would love it. I placed my hands on her shoulders while she took it all in.

There was pink everywhere. Pink walls, pink curtains, pink bedding, all the way down to the pink teddy bear nestled in the rocking chair that sat beside the crib. There were little fairies painted in a mural scene against one wall and matching ones embroidered on pieces of the bedding. I thought I was going to hate it when Erin had started working on it, but once it was finished, I couldn’t imagine a better room for any little girl.

Melanie was silent as she went to the crib. She reached inside and picked up one of the soft blankets, holding it to her nose as she continued her tour around the room. The closet was overflowing with enough baby clothes for the next three years. A changing table sat in the far corner stocked with baby supplies, and there were even books on shelves and toys in baskets. Erin had thought of everything.

I leaned against the doorjamb and watched as Melanie picked up little one-piece outfits and held them to her belly. She opened the bottles on the changing table and smelled each one. She looked through the titles of the books and the toys, acquainting herself with everything.

She finally looked at me and said, “She’s going to love it.”

“Yeah, I think she will too.”

Melanie took one last look before we shut the door.

“Are you ready to see our room?”

She nodded and followed me in after I opened the door.

Mom had made it comfortable, not overdone. It was a place where we could come to be alone at the end of the day—a place of peace and love and commitment.

“Do you like it?”

“How could I not? It’s ours.” Her face radiated joy.

The combination of those words and the look on her face sent my heart racing, savoring the thought of our lives joined. No more weekend trips, no more sneaking in backdoors, no more hiding.