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days yet.”
“How early?”
“Four months.”
“You knew all that time…on the day your father passed away? Why didn’t you say something?” He gripped her shoulders hard before obviously reconsidering and readjusting the hold. His voice was suddenly threadbare. “You’ve been going through this on your own?”
“That’s why I’m taking time off. My doctor said I should take it easy for a while.”
“Absolutely. I mean, what can I do?” He nodded, smiled, although it was strained. “Besides the obvious.”
“The obvious being…?”
“A baby needs his father.”
“I agree.”
His chest expanded and he nodded. “Okay. So, we’ll make it a low-key affair. No fuss. What’s important is keeping you healthy. Both of you safe.”
“There isn’t going to be a wedding. You said yourself. You’re not ready for parenthood. I can’t do anything about that. It’s happening, ready or not. But I don’t want…” She rephrased. “We don’t need to get married because it’s the right thing to do.”
“Contradiction right there. Because it is the right thing to do.”
“It wasn’t for your parents. Isn’t for a lot of couples who would be better off co-parenting rather than rushing into something that feels…forced.”
He looked so confused. “But I love being with you.”
“That’s different to till death us do part . Ask your mother.”
He flinched before his jaw jutted. “I’m not Stanley.”
“I know. You’re a person who makes his own choices.” She added, “So am I.”
Chapter 13
Four months later, Point St. Claire.
Vanessa got used to seeing him around. After all, it had been Griffin’s town long before it was hers. He had as much right to spend time here as she did.
Picking up groceries, she’d come across Griffin chatting to Judd Everett. At the café, he would have coffee with friends. Max Devlin, an architect. Helene Masters; she was the woman who’d become that prince’s maid, and more recently wife.
A month ago, Vanessa had been visiting Griffin’s mom when he’d shown up announced. Straight away, he’d said he’d leave, but Vanessa had told him of course he should stay. They’d shared tea and cake, lots and talk and even some jokes.
Yeah. This co-parenting thing was going to work.
Then, last week, she and Griffin had dinner out. They’d discussed whether they still wanted to leave the gender a surprise. Whether a newborn girl should be dressed in green. Whether a newborn boy should ever wear mauve? Who would be the godparents? Disposables or cloth? Which schools? What name?
The biggest question was: when would he, or she, arrive?
Although carrying her basketball tummy around had gotten more difficult, every morning, when winter weather permitted, Vanesssa went for a walk. Now, as she wrapped the red and gold scarf Maureen had knitted around her neck, popped the matching beanie on her head and stepped out into the fresh air, Vanessa thought of her last visit to their obstetrician in Boston. The baby was breech, bottom rather than head pointing down. The doctor said if the baby hadn’t swung around by next week, he would book in a C-section.
Natural was the way to go, but both she and Griffin agreed. They wouldn’t delay scheduling the Caesar if that’s what needed to be done.
Past the gate, on the shovelled sidewalk, she was about to turn left. Griffin’s house was to the right, and if she went that way, she’d be gripped by an almighty urge to go knock on his door. He’d make hot chocolate, they’d talk and talk, and Vanessa would leave wondering again if she was being pig-headed.
First off, as far as Griffin and her father having conspired to have her wed for mutual gain… Given her baby hormones had been all over the place at the time and she’d been feeling a little more than fragile―well, maybe she’d over-reacted. Yes, a marriage would have benefited both men. Ronan would have the son-in-law of his personal and business dreams.
“How early?”
“Four months.”
“You knew all that time…on the day your father passed away? Why didn’t you say something?” He gripped her shoulders hard before obviously reconsidering and readjusting the hold. His voice was suddenly threadbare. “You’ve been going through this on your own?”
“That’s why I’m taking time off. My doctor said I should take it easy for a while.”
“Absolutely. I mean, what can I do?” He nodded, smiled, although it was strained. “Besides the obvious.”
“The obvious being…?”
“A baby needs his father.”
“I agree.”
His chest expanded and he nodded. “Okay. So, we’ll make it a low-key affair. No fuss. What’s important is keeping you healthy. Both of you safe.”
“There isn’t going to be a wedding. You said yourself. You’re not ready for parenthood. I can’t do anything about that. It’s happening, ready or not. But I don’t want…” She rephrased. “We don’t need to get married because it’s the right thing to do.”
“Contradiction right there. Because it is the right thing to do.”
“It wasn’t for your parents. Isn’t for a lot of couples who would be better off co-parenting rather than rushing into something that feels…forced.”
He looked so confused. “But I love being with you.”
“That’s different to till death us do part . Ask your mother.”
He flinched before his jaw jutted. “I’m not Stanley.”
“I know. You’re a person who makes his own choices.” She added, “So am I.”
Chapter 13
Four months later, Point St. Claire.
Vanessa got used to seeing him around. After all, it had been Griffin’s town long before it was hers. He had as much right to spend time here as she did.
Picking up groceries, she’d come across Griffin chatting to Judd Everett. At the café, he would have coffee with friends. Max Devlin, an architect. Helene Masters; she was the woman who’d become that prince’s maid, and more recently wife.
A month ago, Vanessa had been visiting Griffin’s mom when he’d shown up announced. Straight away, he’d said he’d leave, but Vanessa had told him of course he should stay. They’d shared tea and cake, lots and talk and even some jokes.
Yeah. This co-parenting thing was going to work.
Then, last week, she and Griffin had dinner out. They’d discussed whether they still wanted to leave the gender a surprise. Whether a newborn girl should be dressed in green. Whether a newborn boy should ever wear mauve? Who would be the godparents? Disposables or cloth? Which schools? What name?
The biggest question was: when would he, or she, arrive?
Although carrying her basketball tummy around had gotten more difficult, every morning, when winter weather permitted, Vanesssa went for a walk. Now, as she wrapped the red and gold scarf Maureen had knitted around her neck, popped the matching beanie on her head and stepped out into the fresh air, Vanessa thought of her last visit to their obstetrician in Boston. The baby was breech, bottom rather than head pointing down. The doctor said if the baby hadn’t swung around by next week, he would book in a C-section.
Natural was the way to go, but both she and Griffin agreed. They wouldn’t delay scheduling the Caesar if that’s what needed to be done.
Past the gate, on the shovelled sidewalk, she was about to turn left. Griffin’s house was to the right, and if she went that way, she’d be gripped by an almighty urge to go knock on his door. He’d make hot chocolate, they’d talk and talk, and Vanessa would leave wondering again if she was being pig-headed.
First off, as far as Griffin and her father having conspired to have her wed for mutual gain… Given her baby hormones had been all over the place at the time and she’d been feeling a little more than fragile―well, maybe she’d over-reacted. Yes, a marriage would have benefited both men. Ronan would have the son-in-law of his personal and business dreams.
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