When Valentines Collide (15 page)

A
n excited Chanté stared wide-eyed at the ultrasound monitor. At only twelve weeks gestation, she wasn't able to see much, but what she could make out filled her with an indescribable joy.

“I wish Matthew was here right now.”

Her mother reached over and squeezed her hand. “You know, we could call him.”

At the combination of joy and pain, a tear skipped down Chanté's face. “I will, but just not right now.”

“You mean after the divorce?”

Chanté didn't answer but returned her attention to the monitor. For the past three days, her mother and father dropped more than a few hints on how they felt about divorce. The reaction surprised her, because her father once viewed Matthew as unworthy of his daughter's hand. Of course, he felt the same way about every boy who'd ever shown the slightest interest in her.

Every prom, dance or social event always fell on Leonard Morris' gun-cleaning night. When she'd finally introduced Matthew to her parents, her father had enough artillery laid out to outfit a small army. However, Matthew gained respect when he sat down, rolled up his sleeves and proceeded to help him clean the guns.

During the car ride home, Chanté smiled at the memory.

“You know, I always did like Matthew,” her mother said, completing the two-mile drive back to the house.

“Really?” Chanté said, remembering the sour looks and sharp quips. “I seem to remember you saying we were like oil and vinegar.”

Her mother parked the car and turned in her seat. “All right. Not always, but certainly by the time you two tied the knot. He was your intellectual match and he certainly knew how to take on your fiery temper. Two passionate people are destined to throw off sparks every now and then. So what? You made a mistake and he's hurt. He'll calm down.”

“I'm not going to beg him to love me.”

Her mother reached over and touched her shoulder. “Do you really think he doesn't love you? What do you see when you gaze into his eyes?”

Chanté remembered their time at the Tree of Life Resort, where they'd learned the art of soul gazing. She remembered how his eyes were like powerful magnets pulling at her. She remembered the lightheadedness, and the love. So much love.

Chanté turned and climbed out of the car. When she walked through the screen door of her parents' house, Buddy barked excitedly.

“Great! You made it back home,” Leonard thundered and flashed a wide, awkward smile.

“Good Lord, Lenny. Why are you hollering? People down the street know we're home now.”

“Oh.” He took the chastisement. “Sorry about that.”

Alice walked over to him and planted a kiss against his cheek. “We have pictures of the—”

“You know, it's almost four o'clock. We're missing that
Love Doctor
show.”

“You want to watch the show?”

Chanté rolled her eyes. She knew exactly what her father was up to, and she couldn't say that she was against watching the show. She missed Matthew with every fiber of her being and now that she'd passed the cursed ten-week mark in her pregnancy, she did long to share this experience with him.

She sat down on the sofa, feeling more confused as the day ticked along. Would she actually carry this baby to term? Would it be a boy or a girl? Would it look like her or Matthew? Boy or girl, she would love for the child to have Matthew's dark, mesmerizing eyes and his smooth complexion.

Swimming lazily through her thoughts, Chanté soon realized her parents were huddled almost near the corner of the room, whispering like a nest of bees.

“What are you guys doing?” She reached for her purse to retrieve the ultrasound pictures. “Dad, do you want to see the—”

“Uh, where's the remote? We better turn that show on before we miss the end,” her mother exclaimed as though everyone in the room had gone deaf. “Here it is!” she said, pulling the mighty remote out from the sofa's cushions and clicking on the television.

Instantly, Matthew, handsome as ever in a royal-blue suit, filled her father's beloved sixty-inch screen and seemed to stare directly at Chanté.

“I'd like to thank the audience and the viewers at home for tuning in today,” Matthew said. “My goal has been to teach everyone about the powers of forgiveness.”

“Humph!” Chanté rolled her eyes and crossed her legs.

“Shhh!” her parents hissed in unison.

Stunned, Chanté blinked and sulkily returned her attention to the television set.

“I'd like to thank my guests, Dr. Margaret Gardner and Dr. Dae Kim from the Tree of Life Resort. I only wish that I'd kept my appointment with you months ago,” Matthew said sincerely.

Chanté blinked again and leaned forward in her chair. Matthew had paused and glanced off camera a bit—an uncharacteristic move for him. “I know many of you have by now heard that my wife has filed for a divorce.”

The audience “aww” ed at the news.

“I want to take the last few minutes of today's show to talk to you and most importantly to my wife, my soul mate. I decided to reach you this way because I'm not interested in portraying to the world that there is such a thing called a perfect marriage. We go through our ups and downs like everyone else. Sometimes there's pain and hurt and words exchanged that you can never take back, no matter how bad you wish you could. And I wish I could.

“I've known for years through training and experience that you can't plan everything in life. But sometimes it's difficult to get your head and heart aligned. All we can do—all anyone can do—is their best and then just hope for the best. We may never have everything we want in life, but I do want you and only you for the rest of my life. I love you. Won't you please take me back?”

“Oh, my God.” Chanté jumped to her feet just as the audience released a thunderous applause. “He said it.” She glanced over at her parents. “He loves me! Did you hear that?”

Buddy joined in on her excitement and started barking.

“Yes, baby. We heard. Now what are you going to do?”

“I—I gotta go.” She glanced around and snatched up her purse. “I have to get back to New York.”

“Are you sure, baby?” her mother asked, walking over to her. “Is this what you truly want?”

“Oh, yes!” Chanté grabbed and hugged her mother. “I love him. I've always loved him.”

“I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that.”

Stunned, Chanté turned toward the hallway and saw her husband, still dressed in the same blue suit from the day's show and holding a long box. He opened it and inside was a replacement pair of Manolo Blahnik alligator boots.

“What? How?”

“I caught the first plane out of New York after this morning's taping,” he said, walking toward her. “Your father was kind enough to hide me in the back room and get you to see the show. Did you mean what you just said? Do you still love me?”

Chanté eased out of her mother's arms and walked on trembling legs toward her husband…and her future. “How could I ever stop loving the father of my child?”

Matthew opened his mouth to speak, but then his wife's words penetrated his brain. The boots fell to the floor. “Child? Do you mean…you're about to…we're about to have a baby?”

“Twelve weeks.”

Tears sprang to Matthew's eyes and his arms opened in time to catch his wife when she launched toward him. “Oh, my God. Are we really about to do this?”

“I don't know. But I think we're off to one heck of a start.”

Alice and Leonard slid their arms around each other and continued to beam at the loving couple.

He nodded but then added, “No matter what happens, we're in this together for the long haul. Right?”

“Right. No more secrets, duct tape or spiking your breakfast.”

“Deal.”

Chanté lifted her brows. “You don't have anything to add?”

“Oh.” He cleared his throat. “No more chainsaws, cutting up shoes or unwanted dogs.”

Buddy barked.

“Except for you, Bud.”

“In that case, Dr. Valentine—” Chanté wrapped her arms around Matthew's neck “—I think we're going to make it just fine.”

Three years later…

“W
elcome back, Mr. and Mrs. Valentine,” Dr. Gardner greeted the moment the couple walked through the doors of the Tree of Life Resort. “The Hathaways are already checked in. They informed me you've had another baby since your last visit. Congratulations. Your third, right?”

“Right. Our first girl. Now it's Matthew Jr., Leonard Scott, after my father and Matthew's brother, and the new baby is Victoria.” Chanté blushed as she curled into her husband's embrace. “We like to think this place is lucky for us.”

“We're here to try for baby number four,” Matthew boasted.

“I certainly wish you luck. And I also want to express my gratitude for promoting our resort on your shows. We stay pretty booked throughout the year. We even have a couple of new teachers I believe you know.”

“Look, Willy. It's the Valentines,” Mable gawked from across the lobby.

The elderly couple rushed over. “Hey, you two lovebirds. I hope you are joining our classes in Tao sex.” Wilfred beamed his pearly white dentures. “There are quite a few new positions I think you'd get a kick out of.”

“New positions? Then count us in.” Matthew winked, and then he looked down at his wife. “Maybe we'll get twins this time.”

“Honey, I love you, but don't press your luck.”