Read For the Babies' Sakes (Expecting) (Harlequin Presents, No. 2280) Online
Authors: Sara Wood
Tags: #Adult, #Arranged marriage, #California, #Contemporary, #Custody of children, #Fiction, #General, #Loss, #Mayors, #Romance, #Social workers
The grit that had driven her from schoolgirl to high-paid executive stood her in good stead. She had set her heart on a reconciliation and that was what she expected. Nothing less.
Her dreams were filled with him. Although she had grown to love Deep Dene, had mastered the Aga and now ignored the spiders, she missed Dan dreadfully and waited eagerly for his twice-daily phone calls, hearing the tiredness in his voiceâ¦and to her joy, the warmth, too.
âHelen? It's me.'
âHello, me,' she murmured, with the maximum of seduction lurking in her voice.
There was a very satisfying frog in Dan's throat when he asked, âHow are you?'
Wilting, she thought contentedly, curling up on the sofa for a long and satisfying chat. Melting from top to toe. Gorgeous.
âFabulous,' she cooed, sounding like a husky smoker on sixty a day.
âYou don't missâ¦' he paused and she held her breath ââ¦work?'
She smiled, sure in her own mind that he'd been intending to ask if she missed
him
.
âOddly enough, no,' she said warmly. âI feel a bit as if I've been released from prison. I can concentrate solely on the baby and the house and I'm reading mother and baby books like you'd never believe.'
âAnd there's the in-house entertainment as well. I sup
pose you're still dealing with the builders and their love lives,' he said in amusement, referring to an earlier conversation.
Helen laughed. âOh, yes. We're having great heart-to-hearts. They lean against the Aga rail and I fuss about, making yet another pot of tea for them. They get so many cuppas and go through so many packets of chocolate biscuits that they feel honour-bound to work hard in between!' she said with a giggle. âAnd they're very sweet. I still can't do a thing in the garden without one of them rushing out to tick me off and grab a fork from my hot little hand!'
âI'm not surprised. You could charm for England,' Dan said, laughter in his voice. âAnd I told them to keep an eye on you.'
âDid you, Dan?' she asked, touched.
âDon't want you overdoing things and harming the baby,' he replied gruffly. âNow. Are you still eating properly? No rushed snacks?'
He cares, she thought blissfully. âThe fridge and larder are full of organic fruit and veg and I'm packed to the eyeballs with vitamins and nourishment,' she assured him solemnly. âI feel healthier than I can remember.' Stronger, too, she thought. Clear-eyed, clear-headed and absolutely rock-solid sure about Dan. âWhat about you?' she asked with affection threading through her words. âI suppose you're existing on plastic sandwiches and sawdust as usual?'
He grunted. âNever mind me. What about this scan thing tomorrow?'
âUltrasound,' she informed him happily. âIt's so exciting, Dan! I'll see the baby and get printouts of the picture! I can't wait.' She hesitated, her voice wistful as she added, âI suppose you can't get down to be with me for the photo shoot?'
She kept her fingers crossed. It would be a wonderful, bonding moment.
âNo. I'm in York and travelling north. Can't make it,' he answered crisply. âKeep a copy for me. Must go. Speak to you tomorrow. Bye.'
He rang off before she could properly say goodbye, too. But although she was disappointed, she knew why he was breaking his neck trying to get as much work done as possible. By the time the baby arrived his company would be well and truly on its feet and he'd be able to take time off to be with her.
She grinned. And
then
watch out, Dan Shaw! You won't know what's hit you!
Tomorrow she would see her baby. And maybe when Dan saw the ultrasound photo his heart would be touched and he'd declare his love in an outburst of passion.
Helen stretched luxuriously, her eyes softening as she imagined herself flying into his arms and all the anger and hurt melting away with their loving kisses.
âSoon, my little duck,' she promised her baby, âyou might have your father back.'
And she went up to bed certain that something was about to change her life for ever.
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The hospital was half an hour away. Arriving lateâbecause she'd been told there was always a two hour wait whatever time you turned upâshe sailed blithely into the busy clinic, drank the required amount of water straight off and sat down beside a harassed looking mother who was trying to juggle three tiny children as well as her âbump'.
Crikey! she thought sympathetically and caught a toddler as it flung itself recklessly over her outstretched foot. And then and there she revised her plans to have four children. Two would be fine.
âThanks,' sighed the mother in a flat, dispirited tone.
âIt's OK. My, you've got your hands full,' she ventured, alarmed by the woman's grey complexion.
Helen was uncomfortably aware how bright and fresh she must look in her daffodil-yellow sun-dress and matching pumps and felt almost apologetic about her rude health.
The woman gave her a jaundiced look. âFirst time?' she enquired, batting one child with the back of her hand and attempting to catch a drippy nose with the other.
âErâ¦yes.'
âThought so. You'll learn. Wait till you get projectile vomiting,' she warned darkly.
Heavens! Sounded awful! Helen thought, jumping up in agitation when she heard her name being called. Following the nurse, she looked around and was alarmed to see that most of the women looked depressed and resigned while children of varying ages hurtled around yelling their heads off.
This wasn't what she'd imagined at all. Her legs felt weak and wobbly.
âSanctuary,' the nurse said wryly as the door of the examination room closed behind them.
âIs it always like that?' Helen probed.
âNo. Sometimes it's worse,' conceded the nurse. âOK. Let's be having you. On your own?'
Helen nodded. âMy husband's in York,' she said wistfully.
âLucky him.'
Helen was startled by the nurse's cynicism. The edge had been taken from her pleasure. Nevertheless, she lay on the couch and comforted herself with the knowledge that she would soon be looking at her baby. Even the curt, rushed-off-his-feet doctor didn't dent her determined enthusiasm.
Until the picture on the screen became clear.
She froze. People were talking to her but she hardly heard. With startled eyes rounded in horror, she nodded as if she understood just so they'd stop and leave her alone. Someone hauled her off the couch, handed her the photo printouts and told her to get dressed.
With shaking hands she did so, fumbling with her buttons like a drunk. She had to get home. Ring Dan.
Oh, God! she moaned, running out of the cubicle, a sea of surprised faces turning in her direction as she flew through the clinic and blindly thrust open the outer door. Numb with shock, she waited at the bus stop outside.
What was she to do? She wanted Dan. Wanted him
now
. Oh, so very, very badly!
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Dan had never driven dangerously in his life. But this time, his head reeling from the sound of Helen's hysterically pleading cries, he had come close to breaking the law. Only the knowledge that he wasn't one hundred per cent in control of his body, that it shook with agitation and foreboding and sheer panic, forced him to keep to the speed limit. Just.
It had taken him hours of non-stop driving to reach Deep Dene and now it was dark. He knew she'd been for a scan that day. It didn't take a genius to work out that she had learnt something terrible.
The baby. Dear heaven, the baby! He dragged his teeth hard across his lip. She'd been incoherent.
âGet here, Dan!' she'd screamed. âJust get here!' she'd repeated, over and over again, not listening to his attempts to soothe her, unaware that he was going crazy with fear for her safety and that of the tiny life within her.
Shaking with tension, he had tried to reach Dr Taylor but had failed, picking up only the answering machine. Sick to the stomach, and fighting the urge to scream with
frustration, he'd called Diane and had yelled at her to cancel everything till further notice and had then raced for his car as if the hounds of hell had been after him.
Now he was almost home and the nausea was churning up his guts, vying with his violent headache for his attention. But he could only think of Helen. And the baby.
Blanking out what might be wrong.
With scant regard for his car's suspension, he drove furiously up the lane and across the still-lumpy clay to the front door, stopping with a screech of brakes and a shudder of the outraged suspension.
âHelen!'
he yelled, sending the front door flying.
Silence. His heart bounded like a hard cricket ball. He tried the drawing room first and there she was. Her mute, tear-stained face brought him to a shocked halt. He watched her stand up and prepare to speak and something about her abject misery kept him totally paralysed.
âYou brute! How could you do this to me?' she whimpered pathetically.
He frowned, his breath still suspended in his chest. That wasn't what he'd been expecting.
âWhat?'
âThis!'
On the edge of hysteria, she thrust something at him with an awkward jerk of her arm. Bewildered, he strode forwards and took the paper she held out, with so much fury in the simple gesture. It was a black and white printout, presumably the ultrasound image of their babyâ¦
His jaw dropped. Every cell in his body froze as his brain dealt with the image before him.
Not a baby.
Two babies.
D
AN
stared in disbelief at the picture of the two small faces, which were so perfectly outlined in profile against a dark background. Two up-tilted noses. A delicate chin each. The small curve of the skull. Skinny bodies lost in a swirl of white.
Twins. Two to love. Two to hold, to watch as they grew and learnt to toddleâ¦
A huge rush of emotion swamped him. He wanted to cry. Did his best not to. These were his unborn children. It was nothing short of a miracle.
âOh my good grief!' he breathed and floundered towards a seat and collapsed limply into it, overwhelmed by the bounty that had come into his life.
âI don't believe it!' he muttered, studying the strip again, mesmerised by the sight of the two perfect headsâwhen he'd expected a vague shape not remotely human. These were miraculously real with their detailed features. And he was looking at them. His children, his babies. The wonders of science, the wonder of nature.
âHelen!'
he murmured shakily, lifting his limpid gaze to her in awe.
She had already dropped down into the sofa again. His eyes were bleary with ecstatic tears but, when he impatiently brushed them with the back of his hand, he suddenly became aware of how incredibly beautiful she looked.
Her hair had grown since he'd last been here with her, and it fell in soft, shiny waves about her face. Despite her pallor there was a warm, rich peachiness to her skin, and a clarity to her stunningly smoky eyes that he remembered
from her teenage days when her beauty and loving heart had knocked him for six.
The mother of his babies, he thought with a flash of sentimentality. His throat clogged up.
âI'm stunned. Words fail me,' he admitted, ruffling his hair in bewilderment.
âWell, they don't fail me! How
dare
you give me twins?' she jerked.
Affectionately he grinned, close to getting up and shouting for joy then running to the village and banging on everyone's door so they all knew, too.
âBut it's wonderful, Helen!' he declared hoarsely, a stupid smile sitting blissfully on his face as if it would never, ever depart.
âYou don't know anything!' she accused with a sniff. âOne baby's hard enough to manage, but
two
! You might have warned me if you had twins in your famâ¦' She went pink and bit her lip. âI'm sorry,' she mumbled. âI forgot you wouldn't know.'
Almost driven to take her in his arms and kiss her breathless, he got up and poured himself a drink instead, his hand quivering like a dipsomaniac's. Babies. Two of them, he kept thinking over and over in his mind. I'm a dad. Of twins!
âIt's OK.' Bemused, he sipped the whisky, his heart skipping about like a kid in the playground. âAm I relieved! You don't know what you put me through for the past few hours!' he declared ruefully. âI thought you were seriously ill, or the baby was not normal in some way⦠I can't tell you what a nightmare the journey's beenâ'
âReally?' she quavered, her lower lip wobbling. But there was something bright and hopeful about her eyes.
Dan averted his gaze. âThought my kid was in trouble,' he said gruffly.
âOh. Of course.' Her face fell. âI'm sorry,' she said,
compressing her lips. âI couldn't speak properly to explain. I just freaked out. My brain went into free fall.'
âI'm not surprised,' he said gently. âI should have been there with you. I wish I had. I could have taken care of you.'
âThat would have been nice.'
âHow the devil did you get home in that state? You shouldn't have been drivingâ'
âI wasn't. I took the bus. It's a pretty journey.' She made a wry face. âWell, it was nice on the way out. It could have been war-torn Beirut on the way back for all I knew.'
âYes. I'm sure. What a shock you must have had,' he soothed and rubbed his moist eyes again.
âYou look shattered,' she said sympathetically. âYour eyes must be tired from concentrating on the road for so many hours. Thank you for coming. I'm sorry to have dragged you all this way butâ¦I thought you should know.'
His eyes kindled because his head was full of dreams and bursting with love for his twoâ
two!
âbabies. It was wonderful. Heart-stopping.
Andâ¦what else contributed to that surge of pleasure and affection? Did he detect a weakening of his resolve to be detached from her? It wasn't surprising. She looked so vulnerable. So utterly gorgeous in the bright yellow dress with its scooped neck that showed off her lovely throat. Dangerous, he warned himself. Not to be followed up in any way. But how he regretted not being with her during the scanâ¦
âI really wish I'd gone with you today,' he told her with deep sincerity.
A movement in her throat told him that she had swallowed nervously. She managed a pathetic little laugh that touched his heart.
âMe, too. You could have stopped me from hyper
ventilating and running around like a headless chicken. I couldn't say much when they told me because I was at the hospital and they were madly busyâit was a bit of a production line, to be honest. The doctor hardly blinked when he saw the two heads. At first I thoughtâ¦' she gulped, her voice wavering ââ¦I thought it was
one
baby, d-de-f-
formed
!' she stumbled, bursting into tears.
âOh, Helen!'
Desperately regretting his decision to stay in Yorkâand thus avoid becoming emotional on seeing the first real evidence of their baby on the ultrasound monitorâhe went over and sat next to her on the sofa. With a little sob that jerked from her trembling lips she came into his arms and he held her as close as he dared.
No kisses, he told himself. This is an old friend who's upset. Sympathy, comfort and understanding. But keep off the emotion stuff.
âI'm going to get the size of a marquee!' she said mournfully, unfortunately for him, raising her tear-streaked face to blink with heart-wrenching appeal. âI'll never get my figure back!'
Dan stroked her arm reassuringly, fiercely trying to stick to his resolutions.
âYes, you will. If necessary we'll hire a personal trainer to get you into shape afterwards. Though I doubt you'll need it,' he added with a rueful smile. âYou'll be pretty active, I should imagine.'
âI know!' She gave a horrified groan. âTwo babies at once! It's a nightmare! I'll never have time to go to bed! Andâ¦they saidâ¦they said I might have to have a Caesarean, Dan, and I don't
want
one, I want everything to be natural and soothing with lovely music and subdued lights and gorgeous scented oils burning in my aroma-therapy thing. I've planned it all!' she wailed. âInstead I'll probably be bunged full of drugs to bring on the birth at
a time suitable to the hospital, because they need a specialist on hand for twinsâand I won't even be
conscious
!'
Flinging herself against him in a storm of weeping, she clung to him tightly while her body heaved up and down alarmingly.
âI want to see my babyâbabiesâborn!' she sobbed. âIt's the best moment. Everyone cries buckets. But I'll go to sleep and when I wake up they'll be thereâas if they're nothing to do with me!'
âPlease, Helen,' Dan said anxiously. âThis isn't good for the babies.'
He began to worry as reality kicked in. It would be unbelievably tough on her. She'd need a lot of support. More than he'd been prepared to give. Now what?
âIt's not good for me, either!' she wailed into his chest, which was feeling decidedly damp. âFor months I'll be b-blundering about like aâa hip-hippopotamus, knocking over chairs and sweeping entire meals off tables and waddling down the street in elasticated stockings and a h-horrible double-J-cup bra!'
Dan hid his smile in her hair. He loved her exaggerations. Adored and envied the way she leapt at life, emotions flying here, there and everywhere. He had never let go. Would never dare.
âIt won't be that bad, Helen.'
âIt will!' she yelled, deafening him. âWhat do you know? You're a
man
!'
âShort of a sex change,' he said drily, âI can't do anything about that. But I can be here with you from now on,' he offered, before he could stop himself.
She froze. âWhat?'
And then she looked up with such a pathetic, unhappy face that he found himself saying, âI mean it, Helen.'
âHow?'
He thought rapidly. âEasy,' he said, and invented a way,
off the top of his head. âI can take on someone high-powered enough to do a good deal of my client work.' Who could do it? he wondered. Who'd have the skills, the sharpness of mind, the instant grasp of his business that would be needed? Ignoring the problem, he continued, inventing an atmosphere of calm organisation. âI can arrange things so I do
all
the programming here, at Deep Dene. I'll be in my study whenever you need a hand with something and I can muck in every day. I helped get you in this, Helen. I think I ought to be here with you, whenever you need me.'
Her tears dried as if by magic. Shining-eyed, she stared at him with such naked trust that it made his heart turn over.
âYouâyou mean you're coming back to live hereâ¦
now
?' she breathed.
Someone help me! Dan thought in dazed confusion, his eyes fixed on her hypnotic lips. When would his sex urge die down?
âUh-huh.'
âOh, Dan!' she sighed, her sweet breath sending the sensors on his mouth into seizures. She seemed to wriggle and stretch with pleasure. Whatever it was, it had a startling effect on his hungry body. She let out a little sigh. âMmm. It would be lovely. Just marvellous!'
What would any red-blooded male do under those circumstances? he found himself musing, two minutes into a long, breathless kiss. Helen had wound her arms around his neck and he couldn't escape, not without peeling her fingers off one by one.
Nor did he want to. It was glorious feeling her softness again. Letting the dammed-up passion flow out of his body. Settling down for a long and thorough exploration of her mouth. And neck. And throat.
He quivered. Firm, ripe breasts.
He was hot. Shed clothes. Felt her naked skin against his. How had that happened? Warmth enfolded him. His brain didn't exist.
This was the need for love. For the touch of a woman. A moment when he could pretend that all was well and they cared about each other. So what, if it was a lie? He couldn't stop. Didn't want to. And she wouldn't let him.
âIs itâ¦?'
âYes. It's all right. I've read the books,' she whispered.
Who was he to argue? Guided by her, he found himself on his back, watching hazily while she moaned above him in pleasure. His eyes closed as a tenderness cut through him like a knife. The gentleness, the sweetness of their love-making, pained and thrilled him.
Clenching his fists, he abandoned himself to his climax. But when she curled up beside him, murmuring contented little sighs, he went cold.
What had he done?
Her breathing slowed and she slept, nestled trustingly in his arms. Unable to move, he studied her, wondering how he was going to get out of this situation. It would be disastrous if she got the wrong idea.
For a while Dan fought the heavy wave of fatigue that rolled through his exhausted body. But one by one his tense muscles relaxed and he drifted off to sleep.
Sometime in the night, Helen's soft voice roused him.
âBed,' she murmured.
And too tired to argue, he went, trying not to enjoy the sensation of snuggling up with her and wondering how the hell he was going to tell her that nothing fundamental had changed. He would love the babies. Not her.
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âI thought,' she said chattily the next morning, while she was trying to steam the creases from his crumpled suit,
âthat under the circumstances it would be wise if we got sorted out early.'
She snatched a quick bite of toast, intending to elaborate, but he forestalled her.
âSortedâ¦what?'
âNappies. Clothes. Double buggy. Cots and stuff. What did you think I meant?'
âI don't know. That's why I asked.'
Thrilled with her plans, Helen ploughed on, barely registering the curtness of his tone.
âI'll make a list and start. I'm fit and well now and more able to shop.' She grinned. âIn a few months I won't be able to get behind the steering wheel, let alone squeeze through shop doors. They'll send police outriders ahead of me as a traffic warning.'
He didn't smile. âRight.'
Helen shot him a quick glance. He looked uptight and had hardly spoken a word, while she'd been yacking on ever since she'd woken up.
âNot worried about the cost of two babies, are you?' she asked anxiously.
âNo! Spend what you need.'
He pushed away his virtually uneaten scrambled eggs and stood up. He thought suddenly of Celine and his mind cleared as if by magic. Not the ideal choice to step in his shoes, given her behaviour, but what choice did he have? He needed someone to keep those contracts coming, someone he wouldn't have to train. There simply was no one else.
Yes. He'd lay down conditions. Get their old business relationship back on track. It had been fantastic and could be so again. This, he decided, was no time for personal feelingsâhe needed a practical solution to the situation, and if he was to stay at Deep Dene then Celine was the
obvious candidate for the job. He'd make a point of seeing her today.
âI must go and set some interviews in motion,' he said casually. âHow's the suit doing?'
Taking a moment or two to admire his muscular thighs and long legs, she thought smugly how lovely it was to have Dan there, just in his shirt and tie and underwear and fab legs.
âNot bad. Needs half an hour in the airing cupboard.'
âThanks,' he said politely. âAnd thanks for getting up early to wash my shirt and get it ironed. Appreciated.'