Maybe This Time (31 page)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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MMA AWOKE TO
the sound of the birds at dawn. Darcy’s arm was draped across her ribs, and his hand cupped her breast in sleep. She lay still, savoring the hush of early morning in the apartment, the quiet rhythm of Darcy’s breathing.

She turned in his arms and watched him sleeping. With one delicate finger she pushed back a lock of dark hair. How on earth was she going to leave him? Last night their lovemaking had been silent and tender and sweet, as if they were saying goodbye with their bodies.

Every cell in her screamed to stay, to take his offer to try again. Probably they could make it work as a platonic, friends-with-benefits relationship with the added bonus of sharing a love of their son. But having known passion with him during marriage, she wasn’t content to build another union on such a lukewarm foundation, with all the attendant uncertainty surrounding their feelings for each other. In some ways, negative emotions had bound them together as much as they’d torn them apart. If they ever were to start fresh, they needed to start on a positive note.

It was time to start afresh. To see what kind of woman she was without the crippling burden of grief and guilt she’d carried with her for so long.

Quietly she slipped out of bed, pulled on a dressing gown and went into Billy’s room. He was lying on his back, eyes wide-open, gazing up at the mobile of colorful parrots.

“Hey, Billy,” she said softly.

He smiled and wriggled his body, looking as delighted to see her as she was to see him. Emma picked him up and cuddled him, loving his warm wriggly body and his soft baby scent. “Come on. It’s time we went home.”

Two hours later she was packed and ready to go. She went to tell Darcy, who’d just woken up.

“It’s early.” Darcy dragged on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. “Stay and have breakfast.”

“Thanks, but no.” Her suitcases were piled in the hallway. The cot was broken down and Billy’s high chair and other paraphernalia lined up next to it. Now that she was ready she wanted to get going before she lost her resolve and agreed to stay longer. Or forever.

But ever since her confession, while Darcy had been sympathetic and comforting, he hadn’t asked her to stay. She’d blamed him for Holly’s death all this time as a way of covering her own guilt. Why would he want to be with her now that he knew the truth about her?

“I’ll be in touch about setting up regular times for me to see Billy,” Darcy said.

There it was, confirmation, if she needed it, that he’d changed his mind about trying again. Last night’s lovemaking was for old time’s sake, a punctuation mark at the end of a long and sometimes tortuous story.

“I’ll email you my work and university schedule. We’ll sort something out.” At least her son would have a father, even if he didn’t have the traditional two-parent family. She would have to be content with that.

Darcy surveyed the luggage and furniture. “Gary’s coming this morning. I’ll bring your stuff around in the truck later.”

“I’d appreciate that.” Oh, God, this was hard. They were so stiff and formal with each other. “Good luck with the renovations. If there’s anything else I can do to help, just ask.”

“You’ve got your plate full, too. But thanks for choosing the paint and fabrics.” His gaze fell on Billy in her arms and pain and love washed across his face. “Can I hold him one more time before you go?”

“Of course.” It almost broke her heart to see Billy snuggle into Darcy’s shoulder and the tender, gentle way Darcy stroked his son’s head and whispered secrets in his ear. She stood close, wishing she could enclose the three of them in a group hug. But that seemed going too far.

All the way down the stairs and out through the back of the pub she chatted about the lovely weather and Darcy’s father in the hospital and her parents in Broome and Alana’s job and...and...

By the time they reached her vehicle she’d run out of words to hold her there. She unlocked the door and Darcy put Billy in his car seat. He made sure the straps were snug and the catch securely fastened. “See you soon, mate.”

When he straightened, his eyes were glistening. “Keep in touch.”

“I will.”

He held out his arms to her, so obviously trying to avoid being emotional that he did it almost jokingly. With a nervous laugh she went into his embrace. She aimed for his cheek. He aimed for her mouth. They bumped faces, laughed and tried again. A quick kiss on the mouth, a burning meeting of the eyes. Then Darcy quickly turned and walked into the pub.

Emma blinked a few times and got into her car and drove away. It really was that easy. Not.

* * *

T
HE APARTMENT WAS
too quiet with Emma and Billy gone. Darcy roamed the rooms, crowded with furniture, and felt the emptiness seep into his bones.

This was nuts. They’d been with him for less than two weeks. Now he had his life and his space back, he could get on with renovating the pub. At least if he kept busy, he wouldn’t notice their absence as much.

He heard the buzzer that let him know someone was outside the back door and wanted in. His heart picked up. It was an hour too early to be Gary. Maybe Emma had changed her mind and come back. Darcy pounded down the stairs. Or she’d forgotten something, although the rooms had been bare when he’d looked through them.

He yanked open the door, puffing a little. Alana stood there. “Oh, it’s you. Hey.”

“Hey, yourself. Boy, you really raced down the stairs. Were you expecting a strip-o-gram or something?”

“Huh? What are you talking about? I thought Emma might have forgotten something.”

“Ah,” she said knowingly. “Missing her already, are you?”

Darcy gave her a look but didn’t respond.

“Does that mean she’s already left?” Alana asked. “I came to help her move. I should have called first.”

“You missed her by ten minutes.” He waited for her to make her excuses and leave. “If you hurry, you can probably help her carry her suitcases up.”

She turned to go then paused. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. Do you want to come in for coffee?”

“No, thanks—this will be quick. I just wondered if you really do like being a father again. Because you were so certain before that you didn’t. Now Emma says you’re some kind of superdad. Are you being genuine or just making the best of a bad deal?”

“Did she tell you to ask me this?” Darcy said, mystified. He didn’t think he could have been clearer to Emma that he truly wanted to be a father to Billy.

“No, I’m asking for myself. I’m curious.”

“Because...?”

“Dave and I are talking about, well, about a lot of stuff, but mainly about having another child. I’m considering it, but I’m not sure. What if I do agree and have a baby and then regret it?”

“I couldn’t speak for you. And you won’t know for certain how you’ll feel until it happens. All I can say is that when I looked into Billy’s face I fell in love with him instantly.”

Alana chewed on her bottom lip. “Instantly, really?”

“I would never have predicted that would happen. Mind you, it must be different for everyone. There’s no right or wrong.”

“Do you really think so? I’ve been feeling guilty about not wanting a baby.”

“Don’t. You can’t help what you feel. What you need to figure out is how much of your not wanting a baby is due to being pressured by Dave.”

“Exactly!” Excited, she stabbed a finger at him. “He doesn’t get that. I don’t think even Emma does.”

“If she hadn’t pushed so hard, I might have come around to the idea and we would never have gotten divorced.” Seeing Alana change gears to rev up in Emma’s defense, he held up a hand. “I said might. I was to blame for other things.”

“But you’re right,” Alana said, subsiding again. “I could ask Dave for a moratorium on baby talk for six months so I can sort out how I really feel.”

“That sounds like a good idea. You’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain. In the meantime, keep talking to Dave. Who knows, maybe whatever it is you’re afraid of is just in your head.”

“What makes you think I’m afraid of something?”

“Everyone’s vulnerable on some level.”

She glanced at her feet, and scuffed the pavement with the toe of her running shoe. “I’m afraid of only being a mum. I’m afraid if I stay home all the time I’ll get stupid and boring. Dave’s ex-wife was an engineer. She’s running her own company now.”

“And we saw how well their marriage worked out. I’d guess Dave doesn’t care about his wife’s profession so much as what kind of person she is.”

“He and his ex both worked all the time and hardly saw each other. The kids were in day care ten hours a day. Dave hated that.”

Darcy nodded sympathetically. “He’s probably afraid your family will go the same way if you start working too much.”

“It’s all about finding balance, isn’t it?” Alana said. “But he’s got to find that balance, too.”

“The main thing is having the same goals, the same commitment to the relationship.”

“Wow, you are so understanding.” Alana gave him a mock punch to the arm. “Are you sure you’re not a girl?”

Darcy laughed. “As a bartender, I’m an agony aunt to half of Summerside.” His smile turned wry. “Now if only I could sort out my own life.”

* * *

H
OLLY WAS SITTING
in the stroller, her bright red-gold curls peeking out beneath her sun hat. Emma pushed her around the zoo. They stopped to watch the monkeys swinging between the bare-limbed trees in their enclosure. Holly giggled and pointed at their antics. Emma was happy. They always had a good time at the zoo. Darcy had taken a rare day off and come with them. She glanced around, wondering where he’d got to. Then she saw him, coming toward them holding a bobbing red balloon.

He kissed Emma on the cheek. “Look what I got for the baby.”

“She’s hardly a baby anymore,” Emma said, laughing. She kneeled down and turned the stroller around.

Holly wasn’t in the seat. A baby boy smiled up at her. He didn’t look like Billy, but somehow she knew it was.

“You can’t just replace Holly,” Darcy said. Then he handed Billy the balloon as though nothing was out of the ordinary. “But we can go look at the lions.”

Emma woke up. She kept her eyes shut, hanging on to the image of Holly. She could still see her so clearly as if she were alive, laughing and real. This was the first dream she’d had of Holly that wasn’t a nightmare. It wasn’t even sad. It was...happy. There was even a certain peace.

She opened her eyes and reached for the photo of Holly she’d rescued from the corkboard and put in a frame for her bedside. It still hurt to look at her, but now the pain was tempered by memories of the joy and love her baby had given her. Thanks to Darcy.

Outside her window, birds piped in the dawn and her room slowly grew lighter. She would have to get up soon. Billy usually woke around six. Although her nursing classes were over for the year, exams would begin in a few weeks and she had to study. For the moment she lay there thinking and enjoying the quiet before she had to get on with her day.

Confession was supposed to be good for the soul. She had felt better telling Darcy her awful secret. He’d been wonderful, making her feel that it wasn’t her fault. She knew it wasn’t, not really, but she’d lived with the guilt for so long she hadn’t been able to get it out of her mind until he’d absolved her.

Darcy was buying a house for Billy, for when his son came to visit. That was a big investment, especially when he was already stretched with the renovations on the pub. She couldn’t tell herself any longer that he wasn’t a good father. He’d proven himself beyond all doubt. Unfortunately, now that he wanted to be a father, he didn’t want to be married to her.

Or did he? He’d made love to her as if he adored her. When they danced, he looked into her eyes as if she was the only woman on earth. He showed he cared in so many practical ways. She couldn’t ask for more. So why hadn’t he said he loved her and that he wanted to get back together for
their
sake?

Maybe he was happy with their present arrangement. They were friends again, a huge advance from where their relationship was a year ago. He could see Billy as often as he wanted. He had his hands full with the pub. The sex, well, she couldn’t see that continuing unless they made some sort of commitment. The times they’d made love had been fantastic, but she wouldn’t be happy doing it again without knowing they had a future.

The clock radio came on. Six o’clock. Time to get up. The newsreader droned in the background as she moved between the bathroom and her room, washing, getting dressed. Across the hall Billy was babbling to himself in his crib. Was it coincidence that he’d gotten over his colic and his general grumpiness when Darcy had come into their lives? Maybe it was because she was less stressed. Maybe it was simply his natural development. Now when he woke in the morning he didn’t immediately cry to be picked up. His morning soliloquies were a great delight. No intelligible words, of course, just pure sound but she would swear that to him, he was making total sense.

For the next hour she was occupied in her routine of feeding Billy, having breakfast, tidying up. While she hadn’t been paying attention, the seasons had moved along, and spring was in full bloom. She left the door open to the small balcony off the living room so Billy could sit in his playpen with his toys in the fresh air and sunshine.

It was so inviting she stepped outside. In the backyard of the house next door, an old man was working in his vegetable patch. Suddenly she missed her tomatoes. At this time of year she should have the seedlings planted and the stakes in the ground ready to tie up the trusses.

The balcony caught the sun for most of the day. She couldn’t buy a house with a yard and a garden, but a few potted plants would provide some much-needed greenery. Although it was too late in the year to start plants from seed, the garden center would be bursting with seedlings.

“Come on, Billy, we’re going shopping.”

Then she thought about trying to carry large pots plus bags of soil plus seedlings and push Billy in the stroller. Darcy had mentioned yesterday that he had the contractor coming again today, so she didn’t want to burden him with babysitting duties. She could wait for the weekend.... Or she could ask Marge.