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CHAPTER FIVE

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A WEEK LATER, Dr. Barker finished the examination. “Go ahead and get dressed, then meet me in my office.”

“That sounds…ominous.”

The doctor smiled, kindness in her warm brown eyes. “Not at all. Just a better place to talk.”

“I read the material in your waiting room about perimenopause and that certainly describes some of the symptoms I’m having. Fatigue, mood swings, difficulty concentrating, decreased appetite…or it could have something to do with stress.”

“We’ll discuss it in my office.” The doctor closed the door behind her.

Becca dressed as quickly as possible, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. She avoided looking at the diagrams of a woman’s reproductive organs on the wall. One of the drawbacks to having her ob-gyn handling her general checkup.

When she emerged from the examination room, the nurse took her to Dr. Barker’s office.

The doctor glanced up from a file and smiled warmly. “Have a seat.”

Becca sat in the padded chair, wishing they could dispense with formalities and get right to the point.

“We checked your hormone levels to see if perimenopause might be the culprit. We also checked for pregnancy hormones.”

“Pregnancy? No, that couldn’t…”

But it could have happened and that’s why she’d been trying to avoid panicking. Trying not to think about it at all.

“Becca, you’re not perimenopausal. You’re pregnant.”

The room spun and Becca felt as if she might be sick.

“I understand the timing may not be the most opportune…”

“No, it’s not.” She started to tick off items on her fingers. “I’m forty-one, recently widowed, working two jobs to keep food on the table and supporting three children and my two elderly in-laws.”

Dr. Barker reached across the desk and grasped her hand. “I’m sorry. There are options…”

Becca drew back in horror. “Abortion? Absolutely not.”

“Adoption.”

“No, I couldn’t live with myself. I’ll work through this. Raise the child myself. H-how far along am I?”

“We’ll need to do an ultrasound to determine that. You said you haven’t missed any periods?”

“No, but my last one was very light. I thought it was because of stress.”

“Maybe this baby will bring you joy—a gift from your late husband.”

“Yes, of course.”

Becca was barely aware of grabbing her purse and fleeing the office.

She couldn’t face going back to the agency. She called Rick and, wonder of wonders, something worked out right for her. Her call went straight to his voice mail.

“Hi, Rick, it’s Becca. I have some stuff I’d like to take care of from home, so I won’t be back today as planned. I’ll be in bright and early tomorrow morning.”

There, her voice hadn’t even wavered.

No need to call home because her family wouldn’t expect her until dinnertime. What she did need was some time alone to think.

She drove through Cuyahoga Falls and headed out of town, seeking serenity at Cuyahoga Valley National Park.

Her thoughts bounced around like a frantic rabbit as she drove. But she wouldn’t allow them to get out of hand. Even now, safety was paramount. Maybe even more than before.

A short time later, she pulled into the parking lot near her favorite covered bridge, a spot that seemed to take her back to the simpler times when the historic bridge was built. A time before progress in Ohio meant paved roads and shopping malls.

She got out and walked, simply walked, allowing the thoughts to come cascading in.

How in the world had this happened? She and Gabe had used condoms as protection for years, but had gotten progressively lax. Becca had secretly welcomed the idea of another child and Gabe had been on the fence. Until two nights before he died, when he’d laughingly said they’d take their chances.

Why then? Had Gabe had some premonition of his death?

Becca smiled, touching her stomach. It would be wonderful to have one more part of Gabe live on.

But what if the baby wasn’t Gabe’s? A wave of nausea made her tremble. No, it wasn’t possible. She remembered how insistent Rick had been about using protection, even in the throes of the most spontaneous lovemaking she’d ever experienced. Becca would be forever grateful for his consideration, because she’d been in no state of mind to consider the ramifications.

In his way, he’d given her a gift, too. Because she could, with certainty, know this baby was Gabe’s.

RICK FINISHED WORK around seven. He probably should swing by the gym, but he couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that there was something going on with Becca.

Nodding to his staff, he grabbed a few files on his way out.

As he walked up the Smith driveway a short time later, Rick told himself he was worried about a friend, pure and simple. It was normal to feel responsible for his best friend’s widow.

Wasn’t it?

He rang the doorbell and waited.

Aaron answered the door and hollered, “Mom, it’s Rick.”

The boy left the door open, so Rick stepped into the entryway.

Becca staggered in, yawning.

“Hi, Rick. I must’ve fallen asleep on the couch.”

Even half-asleep and with dark circles under her eyes, Becca was beautiful.

Shifting, he said, “I brought you the damage files. Thought you might want to look them over.”

“Thank you.”

“Everything go okay at the doctor’s today?”

“Fine. I’m healthy as a horse.”

But she didn’t look healthy. She looked drawn and lifeless. There was something she wasn’t telling him. He’d known Becca long enough to sense when she was dancing around an issue.

He opened his mouth to protest, but Maya beat him to the punch.

Coming down the stairs, she asked, “You went to the doctor? Why didn’t you tell us? Is something wrong?” There was an edge of panic in her voice.

Becca raised her chin. “Absolutely not. It was a routine checkup, nothing more.”

“You’d tell us if something was wrong, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course.”

Becca’s overbright smile told him that she would do whatever was necessary to protect her daughter. But Maya seemed mollified.

The girl gave her mother a big hug. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Mother and daughter were about the same height, but that was where the resemblance ended. Maya was all Gabe, with an olive complexion and expressive brown eyes.

“I’m going to Trina’s house to study.” Maya grabbed her backpack.

“Be home by ten.”

“See ya.” And she walked out the door.

“They are so self-contained at that age,” he commented.

“She worries too much. If I’m five minutes late, she calls. If she can’t reach me on my cell, she starts to panic. I think she’s afraid of losing me, too.”

“I can understand that.”

“Yes, but it makes things difficult sometimes.”

Rick hesitated.

“Do you want to come in?” Becca asked.

He had a feeling he was expected to decline, but instead said, “Sure, for a few minutes.”

“Maybe there are still some cookies left in the kitchen. Come on, let’s go check.”

He followed her to the kitchen, admiring the ease with which she handled his sudden appearance. Their lovemaking hadn’t shaken her as much as him.

Aaron was sitting at the kitchen table, his math book open in front of him.

“I thought you already finished your homework,” Becca commented.

“I forgot a page.”

“Hmm. Try harder to remember next time. I don’t like you leaving your homework till the last minute. That makes for sloppy work.” She ruffled his hair as she went to the counter. “Have a seat, Rick.”

He sat at the opposite end of the table, so their talk wouldn’t disturb Aaron’s concentration.

“Coffee? Water?” Becca asked, placing a plate of cookies on the table.

The boy snagged the first one.

“Water’s fine,” Rick said.

Becca returned with two glasses of ice water and napkins.

Selecting a cookie, Rick nodded toward the plate. “Still working on the leftovers from the wake?”

Becca’s smile faded as she sat down in a chair across the table from him. “They freeze well.”

Gabe’s mother, Irene, came in the kitchen. She glanced at him, unspoken questions in her eyes. “Hello, Rick. Good to see you again.” So soon?

“Good to see you, too. I brought some files for Becca.”

“Why don’t you join us for a snack, Irene,” Becca invited.

“No. But I’ll steal a couple cookies and take them out to Jim.”

“Is he working on something in the shop?” Rick asked.

“Yes. I haven’t seen it yet—he’s been very secretive about this project. But he did let it slip that it’s some sort of commemorative to Gabe.”

“Ah, so you’re trying to catch him unawares and the cookies are your excuse?” Becca teased.

Irene stiffened. “Absolutely not. That would be an abuse of his trust. Trust is very important, don’t you agree, Rick?”

Did he detect an undercurrent? Surely there was no way she could know what had happened with Becca the night of Gabe’s funeral.

He forced himself not to break eye contact. “Trust is very important.”

She nodded, her hand hovering over the cookies. Her stare was lethal.

He grasped at another reason for his visit. “Um, Becca, I also came by to talk to you about David.”

Becca frowned. “Did he take your parking space again? I talked to him about that. If it involves him working more hours, I would prefer that he spend the time studying.”

“I agree with you about the hours and I’ll back you up. He seems determined to be the man of the house now that Gabe’s gone.”

“I don’t want that for him and I’m sure Gabe wouldn’t, either. I want him to have every opportunity to be a young man before he has too many responsibilities thrust on him.”

“It seems to be something he’s taking on himself,” Rick said. “The kid’s wound pretty tightly. I need to find a replacement partner for racquetball, or I’m going to lose my court time at the gym. I was thinking it might be a good outlet for David to blow off steam.”

Becca smiled. “I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

“Hmmph.” Irene made a great show of wrapping cookies in a napkin.

“What do you think, Irene?” Becca asked.

“It’s fine, I guess. Nobody could replace David’s father, though.”

There was a moment’s silence, then Rick said, “I know that.”

Slowly, Irene nodded. “Good.” Then she left through the back door.

“I hope Irene’s feeling all right.” Becca sounded concerned. “She’s not usually short with people. I’ve been worried about her since the funeral.”

“I’m sure she’s fine.” As a matter of fact, he was pretty sure Irene had picked up on the vibes he’d been trying to hide, even from himself.

Because when he looked across the table at Becca, he remembered how good they’d been together.

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