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give you a copy of the ultrasound video, if you’d like.”
“Thank you,” Elle said.
“Thanks,” Brock echoed. Elle looked at his face, which was full of wonder and awe. She understood. The heartbeat, the movement of the tiny legs and arms—it was overwhelming. And amazing.
The nurse wiped the gel off of Elle’s abdomen. “You can get dressed now,” she said.
Elle took an audible breath. “Sorry to bother you with this,” she murmured and moved to slide from the table.
Brock wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “You can’t be serious.”
Elle bit her lip. “I know you have other things to do.”
“There’s nothing more important,” he said. “Nothing.”
“It almost didn’t seem real before,” she said. “But it does now. We’re going to have a baby.”
He nodded and smiled. “Yes, we are.”
Two days later, Elle couldn’t stand her Brock-imposed exile from the outside world any longer. Now, she desperately needed to get out.
The housekeeper frowned as Elle put her hand onthe doorknob of the front door. “You’re not going out, are you?” Anna said.
Elle turned to look at the caring woman. “Yes, I am. The doctor says it’s fine. I haven’t had any spotting. The ultrasound looked good. Some physical activity will be good for me.”
“Mr. Maddox won’t like it,” she said.
“Yes, well, he would just as soon see me wrapped in a cocoon until my due date. That’s not going to happen,” Elle said firmly.
“I can’t say I blame you, but you really did give us a scare. If Mr. Maddox should ask where you are, what should I tell him?”
Elle smiled. “Tell him I’m shopping for a shorter robe.”
The housekeeper chuckled. “Good for you. Let me call Roger. He can drive you.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary at all,” Elle protested.
The housekeeper shook her head. “Mr. Maddox would want you to go with a driver. It won’t take but a moment.”
Elle cooled her heels, then stepped into the town car and directed Roger to take her to an outlet.
“Outlet?” Roger echoed as if it were a foreign word. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go downtown? That’s where the senior Mrs. Maddox always goes.”
“No, I love Nordstrom’s Rack,” she said, settling back in her seat.
Roger let her out at the front door and Elle walked into the busy store. She wandered through the lingerie section, admiring the silk gowns. She would be too large for them soon enough, she thought, sliding her hand overher belly. Finding a rack of robes, she flipped through the selection and pulled out a red one. “You’ll look like a giant, mutant cherry,” she muttered to herself.
Her cell phone rang and she saw Brock’s number on her caller ID. Wincing, she answered. “Hello?”
“What are you doing at Nordstrom’s Rack?”
“Buying a short robe,” she said. “I assume your spies informed you?”
“Roger told me you insisted on going to an outlet,” Brock said. “I can afford to get you a robe and anything else you need, for God’s sake. You don’t have to watch your pennies. And you sure as hell don’t need to be shopping at outlets.”
“But I like shopping in outlets. It’s like hunting is for men. Bagging the one with the biggest rack in one shot.”
Silence followed. “I’ve never heard it described that way.”
“Well, I’m glad to know I’ve provided you with a new analogy,” she said. “Maybe you can use it for a campaign.”
“Hmm. That’s not a bad idea.”
“Shh. Better not tell me. I’m the enemy,” she couldn’t help saying.
Brock gave a heavy sigh. “You’re not the enemy.”
“Bet you’d never let me in the office again,” she said.
“Sure I would,” he said. “Just not right away. Dinner at home?” he asked, clearly changing the subject.
“If we must,” she said.
“You hate it there,” he concluded.
“It’s so—” she searched for the right word “—full.”
“I know,” he said. “Maybe we could get rid of
“Thank you,” Elle said.
“Thanks,” Brock echoed. Elle looked at his face, which was full of wonder and awe. She understood. The heartbeat, the movement of the tiny legs and arms—it was overwhelming. And amazing.
The nurse wiped the gel off of Elle’s abdomen. “You can get dressed now,” she said.
Elle took an audible breath. “Sorry to bother you with this,” she murmured and moved to slide from the table.
Brock wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “You can’t be serious.”
Elle bit her lip. “I know you have other things to do.”
“There’s nothing more important,” he said. “Nothing.”
“It almost didn’t seem real before,” she said. “But it does now. We’re going to have a baby.”
He nodded and smiled. “Yes, we are.”
Two days later, Elle couldn’t stand her Brock-imposed exile from the outside world any longer. Now, she desperately needed to get out.
The housekeeper frowned as Elle put her hand onthe doorknob of the front door. “You’re not going out, are you?” Anna said.
Elle turned to look at the caring woman. “Yes, I am. The doctor says it’s fine. I haven’t had any spotting. The ultrasound looked good. Some physical activity will be good for me.”
“Mr. Maddox won’t like it,” she said.
“Yes, well, he would just as soon see me wrapped in a cocoon until my due date. That’s not going to happen,” Elle said firmly.
“I can’t say I blame you, but you really did give us a scare. If Mr. Maddox should ask where you are, what should I tell him?”
Elle smiled. “Tell him I’m shopping for a shorter robe.”
The housekeeper chuckled. “Good for you. Let me call Roger. He can drive you.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary at all,” Elle protested.
The housekeeper shook her head. “Mr. Maddox would want you to go with a driver. It won’t take but a moment.”
Elle cooled her heels, then stepped into the town car and directed Roger to take her to an outlet.
“Outlet?” Roger echoed as if it were a foreign word. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go downtown? That’s where the senior Mrs. Maddox always goes.”
“No, I love Nordstrom’s Rack,” she said, settling back in her seat.
Roger let her out at the front door and Elle walked into the busy store. She wandered through the lingerie section, admiring the silk gowns. She would be too large for them soon enough, she thought, sliding her hand overher belly. Finding a rack of robes, she flipped through the selection and pulled out a red one. “You’ll look like a giant, mutant cherry,” she muttered to herself.
Her cell phone rang and she saw Brock’s number on her caller ID. Wincing, she answered. “Hello?”
“What are you doing at Nordstrom’s Rack?”
“Buying a short robe,” she said. “I assume your spies informed you?”
“Roger told me you insisted on going to an outlet,” Brock said. “I can afford to get you a robe and anything else you need, for God’s sake. You don’t have to watch your pennies. And you sure as hell don’t need to be shopping at outlets.”
“But I like shopping in outlets. It’s like hunting is for men. Bagging the one with the biggest rack in one shot.”
Silence followed. “I’ve never heard it described that way.”
“Well, I’m glad to know I’ve provided you with a new analogy,” she said. “Maybe you can use it for a campaign.”
“Hmm. That’s not a bad idea.”
“Shh. Better not tell me. I’m the enemy,” she couldn’t help saying.
Brock gave a heavy sigh. “You’re not the enemy.”
“Bet you’d never let me in the office again,” she said.
“Sure I would,” he said. “Just not right away. Dinner at home?” he asked, clearly changing the subject.
“If we must,” she said.
“You hate it there,” he concluded.
“It’s so—” she searched for the right word “—full.”
“I know,” he said. “Maybe we could get rid of
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