Terri Reed - Giving Thanks for Baby

“We went to story time at the new bookstore downtown,” she answered quietly.

He raised his eyebrows as anger sparked in his eyes. “You went out in public like that?” He made a sweeping gesture with his hand.

She stiffened, expecting him to berate her for showing her face in public. Showing his shame in public.

“You know how important image is. You’re my wife and I expect you to dress the part.”

Of course, her clothing was his main concern. She’d thought her trendy yet conservative long skirt and blouse were very pretty.

“And it wouldn’t have hurt to put a little more makeup on that eye,” he added.

“I’m sorry. I should have thought it through better.”

His expression relaxed slightly. “Yes, you should have. Logan, come out from behind your mother’s skirt.”

Logan tugged at her and Lynda’s heart squeezed tight. She wanted to protect her son from Douglas’s criticism, yet she knew if they defied him, criticism would be the least of her worries. She grasped Logan’s hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze as she gently pulled him forward, but keeping him within arm’s reach.

Douglas had never raised a hand to Logan, but Lynda still wanted Logan close enough that she could shield him if necessary.

Logan looked so much like his father. The same black hair and stunning eyes, but he had Lynda’s disposition, much to Douglas’s annoyance.

“Son, did you enjoy the story hour?”

Logan nodded.

“Speak up,” Douglas snapped.

“Yes, sir, I did.”

Douglas bestowed one of his charming smiles on his son. “Good. It is important to be seen in town at functions that promote learning.”

Good for your image, Lynda thought but knew better than to put voice to her sarcasm.

“Will you be having lunch with us?” she asked.

He waved away her question. “No. I’m having lunch at the country club with Helene and Neal Harcourt. They’ve been big supporters of my show.”

Relief swept over her like a cool breeze. “Very well then. We won’t keep you. Come, Logan, let’s find Kay.”

As they went in search of the housekeeper-cook, Lynda could feel her husband’s gaze on her back. She stuck her hand in the pocket of her skirt and fingered the edges of Trista Van Zandt’s card.

Tomorrow she would call her.

That night at her brother’s house, Trista watched with wry amusement as Ross laughed until his eyes watered.

“You’re going…out with Pastor Scott?” Ross asked for the umpteenth time.

“We’re not going ‘out.’ We’re meeting at the movies. There’ll be a big group of people there.”

“Group?” Kelly exclaimed. “You joined The Kingdom Room, didn’t you?”

Sheepishly, Trista nodded.

At Ross’s questioning look, Kelly explained. “It’s an online single friends group that Naomi started.”

“I think that’s great!” he managed to say between guffaws.

“Then why are you crying?” Trista asked, drily.

Kelly reached across Aidan to squeeze Trista’s hand. “Don’t mind him. We think it’s great.” Kelly gave Ross a pointed look before turning her gaze back to Trista. “Scott is a very nice man.”

“Nice, as in wimp or nice, as in well mannered?” Trista teased.

Kelly grinned. “Definitely well mannered. I can’t say about the other.”

Trista shrugged. “It doesn’t matter either way. This is just two friends seeing the same movie. It’s not going anywhere.”

Ross wiped at his eyes. “Never say never.” He gazed adoringly at his wife.

Something akin to envy twisted in Trista’s heart. Her brother and Kelly truly loved one another. Their union had come with a price, though.

Kelly’s biological mother, Sandra Lange, had hired Ross as a private investigator to find the daughter she’d given up for adoption. Ross had found Kelly but also had uncovered a web of deceit that her biological father’s wife had woven over the years. The fallout had been steep. Sandra had ended up in the hospital in a coma and Kelly’s biological father, Gerald Morrow, then the mayor of Chestnut Grove, helped to bring his wife to justice.

“So, will you be able to watch Aidan for me?”

Ross sobered. “Yes, on one condition. You come to church with us in the morning and then go see Mom with me.”

Trista gritted her teeth. “That’s two conditions and no to both.”

Ross got that determined, ‘I’m going to have my way’ look she hated. “Trista, it’s not okay for you to turn your back on Mom.”

“I’m not,” she protested. But guilt and shame ran a ragged course through her. She hardened her heart to both. She would not feel bad for not wanting to see her mother. The woman hadn’t been there for her growing up. Why should she be there for her now?

Trista stood and began to unbuckle Aidan from the high chair. “You know what? Forget it. I’ll figure something else out.”

Kelly reached for her hand. “Of course we’ll watch him.”

Ross came around the table to put his arms around Trista much as he had when they were kids. Love for her brother brought tears to her eyes. She’d burdened him her whole life with her problems, and she still was. He’d been the rock in her chaotic world. She clung to him.

“Sis, I just worry that Mom will pass on before you make peace with her.”

She gave him a squeeze before disengaging from him. “I appreciate your concern. But I don’t feel I need to make peace with her.”

Ross sighed and nodded. “Well, would you at least come to church with us since you’re dating the assistant pastor?”

Exasperated, she glared at him. “I’m not dating him.”

His mouth twisted with suppressed mirth. “Whatever. Will you?”

“I’ll think about it.”

To Kelly, Ross stated, “That’s her way of ending a discussion without committing. It usually means no.”

Hefting a sleepy Aidan on her hip, Trista smiled. “Call me in the morning. That’s as much as I can promise.”

“Hey, that’s something.” Ross grinned.

Trista kissed her family goodbye and then drove to her apartment. By the time she arrived, Aidan was fast asleep. He didn’t even stir when she changed his clothes and laid him in his crib.

As she was getting herself ready for bed, the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi, babe.”

She cringed. She should have let the machine pick up the call. “Kevin, what do you want?”

“Oh, are we in a bad mood?”

She closed her eyes as anger washed through her. “Kevin, it’s late. Why are you calling?”

“I miss you.”

She nearly gagged. “Right.”

“Seriously.” He sounded offended. “I’m coming to see you tomorrow.”

Her heart stalled in her chest. “Why?”

“We need to talk.”

“I think we’ve said everything we need to say.”

“I’ll be there around two.”

She scrambled for an excuse. “We won’t be here. Aidan and I are going with Ross to visit Mom.”

There was a moment of silence before he said, “All right. I have an appointment on Monday so how about Tuesday. I’ll take you to lunch.”

“I’ll have to check my schedule and let you know if that will work.”

“Fine. I’ll call you tomorrow night to confirm.” He hung up without another word.

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