and spent several hours with him, she still hadn’t said anything to him by the time he and the rest of the band left on Tuesday for a five day road trip. At least he had finally started to feel better that morning before he left.
She’d told him she wasn’t going to bite him, but he’d still watched her for those couple days as if wondering when she was going to blow. Even as he was kissing her goodbye, he was still more than a bit wary and Kate felt bad for not being able to put his mind more at ease. Not that telling him he was going to be a father would put his mind at ease, but at least he’d know why she had gone to Texas.
Her mother had been watching her with that same quiet worry on her face and that next morning Kate sat down next to her at the breakfast table and between sips of orange juice, said, “Mom, there’s something I need to tell you.”
Her mother almost looked relieved and Kate felt terrible. What she was going to tell her was going to be a horrible blow to this good, Christian woman and Kate dreaded even saying it, but it had to be done. “I’m a… I’m… What I’m trying to say is, I’m uh, sort of going to have a baby.”
Expecting tears, or even an outburst, Kate was totally taken aback as her mother said evenly, “I know, Kate. I was wondering when you’d figure it out. I assume that was what happened on Sunday.”
Kate just stared at her open mouthed. “You knew? What do you mean you knew? How could you have known? I didn’t even know.”
So blandly it was infuriating, her mother replied, “I know you pretty well, Kate. I worried about it from the very first. Then when you didn’t clue in to what was happening to your body, I worried about how you’d react to figuring it out. I’m glad you’re dealing with it. What did Jason say?”
Kate looked at her plate. “I haven’t told him yet. He was so sick. And honestly, I don’t have a clue how to tell him. How do you tell someone something like this?”
Finally tearing up, her mom shook her head. “We just do the best we can, Kate. That’s what we do in all of life. That’s what you’ll do with this baby. You’ll just do the best you can. How are you feeling this morning?”
“Fine. Go figure. I can’t seem to see a pattern for why sometimes I’m sick as a dog and sometimes I’m perfect. Is there a trick to this?”
“If there is, I never found it when I was expecting you and Kiersten.”
Kate looked at her over the rim of her cup. “You were sick like this too?”
Her mother shrugged and gave her a sad smile. “Sometimes. No rhyme or reason. It just came and went.”
There were a million things Kate wanted to ask, but in a way, she just wanted to eat breakfast as usual and pretend like nothing had recently turned her world on its end. She opted for the latter until they were through eating and then she picked up her dishes and said with a sigh, “Wish me luck. I have to go tell Daddy. I’d honestly rather be horse whipped, but here goes.”
Still mildly, her mother said, “He already knows, Kate. But still go talk to him. He needs you to and it’ll be better to get it over with and out in the open.”
“Does Kiersten know as well?”
“No. That one you’re going to have to tackle on your own.”
Kate nodded, not sure whether she was glad Kiersten didn’t know or not. She walked back over to her mom and wrapped her arms around her. “Thanks for not freaking out, Mom. I’m sorry I messed up my life like this. You raised me better and I’m so sorry.”
Her mother patted her back. “Life happens, Kate. I’m sorry too, but at least you’re not fifteen. Let’s just try to make the best of what started poorly. And being a mother is the best thing I ever did in my life. Hopefully it’ll be the same for you.”
Kate met her eyes as tears filled her own. “Thanks, Mom. I guess in the emotional maelstrom of this, I’ve forgotten that having children with Jason is something I’ve dreamed of
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