“I know. I mean, I don’t really, but I believe you.”
“Enjoy this time. Hard as it seems, these next couple of months will be the last semi-normal ones of your life. Before you have to have help tying your own shoes and getting out of the bathtub. Before you sneeze and pee down both legs. And just wait until it feels like the baby punches you right in the cervix. And you wear shoes to work in the morning that you can’t wear home that evening because your feet are so swollen. There will also come the inevitable day when you lose sight of your nether regions.”
“Kelsey? Shut up.”
“Then the baby gets here, and the chaos really begins. It’s all worth it, though.”
“Funny how moms usually tack that on to the end of the list of miserable things they have to endure.”
“You’ll see.”
The storm moved closer, so they gathered their beach gear and headed indoors as the sun was finally obscured by the incoming clouds. The rain and lightning probably wouldn’t last long, but they went ahead and changed for dinner. Gabby stared out the patio doors as the foamy surf below pounded the graying sand while Kelsey finished getting ready.
She hadn’t spoken at length to Ian since the night they’d spent together. It wasn’t anything he’d said or done; it was simply her confusion, her terrible, terrible confusion.
When had she ever been one to let fear hold her back from doing anything? Why was she doing it now? So much was at stake. She’d felt responsible for human lives before, but not like this. Never like this.
“Are you okay?” Kelsey asked as she entered the room at Gabby’s back.
“Yeah. Just thinking.”
“You can think yourself silly.”
“As I’m finding out.”
“While I was in the shower just now, I came up with a question for you.”
“It’s weird that you think of me while you’re naked.”
“Right? Anyway. If everything could work out exactly like you wanted, what would happen?”
“Hmm. I’d be married to the father of my child, first off.”
Kelsey’s already big gray eyes rounded even farther. “You want to marry him?”
“I only meant the father of my child was always someone I envisioned being married to. Not someone I sleep with occasionally who will soon live three hours away.”
“You need to feel him out. If you want to commit and really give this thing a go, but he’s not willing to move back there—you’ll have your answer, won’t you? It’ll mean you and this baby aren’t important enough for him to make a few sacrifices.”
It made sense, didn’t it? If only she didn’t feel it was way too soon to expect that from him. In a few months, maybe. But now, when they were still getting to know each other?
“You already know you miss him,” Kelsey continued, falling onto the couch and putting her bare feet up. “So there’s that. Yet, you know you can see him in a couple of days. What if you knew you weren’t going to see him for, like, a month? How would you feel?”
Gabby chuckled. “I might be making an unplanned road trip in the middle of the night after about a week. If that long.”
She looked gravely at Kelsey, who blew out a low whistle. “Whew. I think you’ve got it bad, girl.”
“We decided to take things day by day. I guess that’s what I need to keep doing right now. I’m not putting pressure on him, and he isn’t putting any on me.”
“Hmm.” Kelsey began twirling a dark curl around her index finger, staring off into space. Gabby turned and contemplated the raging Gulf of Mexico again.
“Do you think you ever really know someone?” she asked.
“Sure. I know Evan.”
“I thought I knew Mark, though.”
“You knew him for a year or so. I knew Evan from the time I was twenty years old. I can guarantee I know him better than you or his family.”
“Really?” Gabby turned again. “Did you know when he was in high school, Mr. Prosecutor took eighty dollars out of Mom’s wallet and let Brian take the fall for it?”
Kelsey grinned. “Did you know that Brian offered to take the fall for it if Evan wrote a paper for him?”
Okay. Score one for knowing someone. Gabby shook her head. “Scoundrels. Mom fumed about that for weeks. What did he do with the money?”
“Bought a necklace for his girlfriend.”
“Trying to get laid. Of course.”
“Evan never had to try really hard,” Kelsey said wryly. “I remember the long line of his girlfriends I had to suffer through to end up with him.”
“You should’ve grabbed him by the collar and told him how it was gonna be from the start.”
“Oh yeah? Well, put your money where your mouth is,” Kelsey fired back good-naturedly.
Touché. “This trip wasn’t about me starting to hate you, you know.”
“If you drag this out, torture yourself and make yourself miserable over him, you’ll regret it for a long, long time, Gabby. Take it from me. But if you just give it a chance, you’ll know. If he turns out to be the love of your life, then you win. If not, then you’ll move on. I know you’re smart enough and a good enough judge of character not to make any stupid mistakes or stay somewhere that isn’t a good environment for you or my niece.”
Gabby digested Kelsey’s words silently and, sighing, dropped onto the opposite end of the couch from her. “You’re right. You’re totally right. It’s excellent advice. I just don’t know if I can take it.”
“Well, I know how that feels too. Keep doing what you’re doing, I guess.”
Unfortunately, that was even more unthinkable.
Kelsey laughed merrily when Gabby announced at eight o’clock that she was going to bed. “Your energy will come back in the second trimester,” she called as Gabby shuffled out of the living room and into her bedroom.
That was it. Kelsey was paying her back for all the unwanted medical advice she’d doled out over the past two years. Admittedly, she was bad about doing that. But then Gabby was the one Kelsey had called in a panic when little Alex spiked a fever in the middle of the night last winter, so it wasn’t as if she didn’t appreciate her.
Two months pregnant and already she couldn’t wait for this to be over. It was going to be a very long thirty-two weeks.
Crawling into bed after slipping into an oversized T-shirt, she expected to be snoring as soon as her head hit the pillow. No such luck. Instead, she tossed and turned and worried. She thought about that cute little blonde she’d seen sniffing around Dermamania, slipping Ian what was obviously her phone number. Was that his game? The whole cool, hard-to-get thing to hook them into the chase before he moved in for the kill?
She snatched her phone from her nightstand and sent him a text. What are you up to?
I’m at the bar, was the almost instant reply.
The bar? Really? Huh. Be careful you don’t take some other girl home and knock her up too.
WTF?
She was in the middle of typing a reply when her phone rang. It was him, of course. She accepted the call without any kind of greeting. Given the silence in the background, he must’ve stepped outside.