A Baby of Convenience (6 page)

“We… we would… have to have sex,” Neal said, his face turning red, “but only until you get pregnant.”

Elena held her head in her hands. Her head was starting to hurt.

“Neal, why on earth would you think I would agree to this?” she asked disbelievingly.

“Because,” Neal said quickly, “I don’t intend for you to leave this deal with nothing.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I will pay all of your student loans. I will give you one million dollars, and I will make sure that you have your pick of jobs. I know a lot of wealthy people and at some point – they all want sculptures. It's the way they are.”

Neal watched her absorb this. He hoped that it would be enough to get her to agree to his proposal. He had no back-up plan. If Elena said no, he could attempt to find other women to agree to his plan, but he needed to find someone who would be believable as George’s girlfriend.

He needed to find a woman who was intelligent, pretty, and capable, and he had no idea where to look for one. He waited breathlessly, hoping to God that Elena would be swayed.

Elena kept repeating the three things that Neal had just promised her, over and over again in her head. She was on the verge of giving him an unequivocal no when he made his offer. She couldn’t deny that it was a lot. It was not something she could afford to refuse without really considering it. She was close to broke, her career was flat lining and her bills and loans were piling up.

Her only other option was to take her parent’s help. Her only option was to move back in with them and allow them to pay off her loans. She reminded herself of what she would have to go through if she took Neal’s deal. Nine months of pregnancy. The child would be hers. Elena had never thought of herself as a mother, but it was one thing to decide never to have children. It was an altogether different thing to have one and then be expected to give it up. Elena wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure about anything.

“Neal,” she started hesitantly, “you can’t expect me to answer you right away.”

Neal sighed. “I understand Elena, but this problem is obviously very time sensitive.”

“I’m not asking for much,” she cut in, “just give me three days?”

Neal stared for a moment. Then finally, reluctantly, he nodded in agreement.

“You’ll get back to me in three days? You promise?”

“I will,” Elena said. "I promise."

Chapter6

The house was immaculate. The garden sprawled out, flanked by brilliant rows of neatly pruned hedges and rose bushes that held large red blossoms. The cab pulled up right in front of the long, intimidating driveway. She could see her mother coming down the path, dressed in chinos and a beige sweater set. She always looked so put together that she never really looked real. She looked more like an actress in a movie than an actual person in the real world.

Elena got out of the cab and quickly rummaged through her purse to pay the cabbie before her mother reached her.

“How much do I owe you?” Elena asked urgently.

“Sixty-two fifty,” the cabbie replied coarsely.

Elena nearly did a double take. She had expected the cab fare to come in at around fifty dollars. She didn’t have to look to know that she didn’t have the money. Her face flamed red, knowing that she would have to ask her mother for the balance.

“Don’t worry, dear,” her mother’s voice beat her to the question, “I’ve got it.”

She already had the money in hand, and she passed it to the cab driver easily. She gave him a tight smile and motioned him away. He complied readily, leaving Elena standing there, feeling terrible.

“Thanks, mom,” she mumbled.

“I know money’s tight, darling,” she said, leading her up the walkway.

Elena wished that sometimes her parents would just help her out without making such a show of helping her out. It was bad enough to count on other people for help, but when they made you feel helpless and incapable, it just increased the humiliation of having to take their help at all. She followed her mother into the house, and after a small obligatory chat, she excused herself and walked up to what used to be her room.

It no longer resembled the room that Elena had when she was growing up.  When she had lived there, three of the four walls had been a bright turquoise blue. The fourth wall had nothing pushed up against it. It was left free and clear so that whenever Elena felt a surge of artistic inspiration, she could go to work on the wall, transforming it into whatever she felt like in that moment. She had changed that wall eleven times over the course of her adolescence, alone.

After she had moved out, her parents had promptly turned her room into the uniform beige and white interior that pervaded through the rest of the house. Elena put down her small suitcase, filled with just enough for her two-night stay. Already, she felt the familiar sense of claustrophobia that usually settled over her whenever she was close to her family.

She managed to stay in her room until evening, but eventually she forced herself downstairs. She heard her parents’ voices from the kitchen and the higher, shriller pitch that belonged to her sister. Elena sighed in resignation and walked in. They turned to her with big smiles and bright faces and she felt a momentary prick of guilt for how badly she wished to be away from them.

Her father was a tall, balding man with a generous potbelly and twinkling, warm, dark brown eyes. Emily looked just like their mother, dressed in beige and tailored to perfection. They looked like they could be in an elite clothing catalogue or something. After she had hugged and kissed her father and sister, she settled around the massive, black marble, kitchen island with them.

“Juice, darling?” her mother asked.

“No, thank you,” Elena replied politely.

“It’s so good – try some,” Bridget insisted.

“I’m not in the mood, Mom,” Elena said. She had to work a little harder to be polite this time.

“How’s work?” her father asked in his deep baritone.

Louis Parker was an impressive man. He had been born wealthy, but stayed that way by being smart, shrewd, and unapologetic about his fortune. He had married a woman who was just like his mother, and perfected the life that his parents had lived before him. He had been blessed with twin daughters, but only one of them was wired the same way that he was. Sometimes Elena felt that his disappointment was the hardest to bear.

“It’s… well, it’s not going so well,” Elena was forced to admit. “I always manage to get clients somehow, but it’s never enough.”

“You need the right contacts for that business darling,” her father said. “It’s all about who you know. Everything is always all about who you know.”

Elena didn’t bother pointing out that her parents had those very contacts, and perhaps her troubles would be a little lighter if they would make some casual introductions, but Elena knew her parents. Sculpting was not the career path they wanted for her, and because of that, they would never help her make it successful or want to admit it to their sophisticated friends.

“True,” Elena replied passively, “maybe I need to try a little harder.”

“You know darling,” Louis said reasonably, “sometimes the best thing you can do is to admit that a change of path is what is necessary to change your luck.”

Elena sighed tensely. “By that you mean, give up sculpting?”

“I simply mean that you have given three years of your life to this… to sculpting. It hasn’t gone as you planned and it’s alright to admit that, because once you do, you might be brave enough to try an alternate method.”

“What alternate method is that, Dad?” Elena asked.

“Oh, there are so many options available to you,” said Louis grandly. “I have already spoken to a number of my colleagues, each of whom are more than willing to employ you in their companies.”

“You’ve already spoken to people?” Elena asked, trying to keep the irritation from her voice.

“Yes, of course, darling,” Louis replied. “We’re having a little party tonight, you’ll get to meet some of them.”

“Oh, but don’t worry, Elena,” her mother cut in, “it won’t be all business. I have a few nice young men I want you to meet, too. It’ll be easier to set you up with a nice boy once you move back in with us; we entertain at least once a week.”

Elena was feeling her tolerance and her calm slip away slowly. It didn’t help that her perfect twin sister sat opposite her, nodding along with their parents. She wanted to remind her whole family that she had not decided yet whether or not to move back in with them. Realizing the fruitlessness of such an attempt, Elena decided to shift the focus off herself.

“So, Emily,” she said pointedly, “how are things with you? We didn’t get to catch up much the last time.”

“I believe that was your fault,” Emily said light heartedly, but there was an edge to her warmth.

Elena inclined her head in grudging acceptance. “Yes, I suppose it was.”

“Oh, don’t apologize,” Emily said, ignoring the fact that Elena had made no apology, “we know what a hard time you’re going through.” 

Again, Elena had to grit her teeth together to keep from retorting.

“Are you sure you don’t just want to try the juice, Elena?” Bridget cut in. “It’s so good. A new blend.”

“I said I wasn’t in the mood, Mom.”

“It won’t hurt you to try new things,” her mother persisted.

Elena sighed. “Alright. Pour me a glass.”

“Anyway,” Emily continued easily, ignoring the interruption, “to answer your question Elena, I’m doing fabulously. I just booked another event for the coming week and I have two more meetings with potential clients. They’ve been to some of the events I’ve managed, so they know what discriminating standards I have.”

“Your standards
are
very discriminating,” Elena threw in.

Emily seemed to consider whether or not Elena was being sarcastic. She seemed to decide against it, so she paused only a moment and went on with her monologue. Bridget set down a full glass of juice for Elena, who took a distracted sip.

“And in other news,” Emily said with barely contained glee, “I’m engaged!”

Elena was momentarily stunned by the news. She hadn’t even realized that Emily was seeing someone. She took a quick glance at her sister’s hand but there was no ring. Emily seemed to notice the direction of her gaze, because she supplied the answer immediately.

“Oh, Donald wants to take me ring shopping this weekend,” she said, “so I’ll have a ring on my finger by Monday.”

Elena smiled tightly. “That’s great news Em, congratulations,  I didn’t realize you were even seeing someone.”

Her sister’s smile seemed to tighten, but she replied in the same tone, “Donald and I have been together for almost a year.”

“Yes,” Bridget said delightedly, “such a wonderful boy, darling. You already know how Daddy and I feel about him. No doubt you will come to love him as much as we do, Elena.”

“You never mentioned you were seeing anyone,” Elena said, ignoring her mother’s fluttering.

This time, Elena was conscious of Emily’s forced smile. Her tone was slipping too.

“Well, let’s be honest,” she said, “you were never very interested.”

Elena willed herself to remain calm. “I just returned the favor.”

“Meaning what?” Emily asked, dropping her smile altogether.

“Meaning that none of you exactly supported
my
life choices,” Elena said, abandoning her efforts to remain unconcerned.

“Really, Elena,” Bridget’s voice was annoyingly stoic, “there’s no need to take that tone, or to throw unwarranted accusations in our faces.”

“They’re not exactly unwarranted, Mother,” Elena insisted. “You and Dad didn’t even attend my graduation.”

“We were in Florida, Elena,” Louis said, as though that excuse was valid.

“I don’t care where you were,” Elena spat, “you should have done whatever it took to be there. You made the effort for Emily’s graduation, but I get it, you were trying to send me a message. You’ve always been ashamed of me.”

Bridget shook her head. “You’ve always been so dramatic.”

Elena stood abruptly. She looked around at all three faces. There was no understanding there. She wondered how she could be so different from all of them.

“Excuse me,” she said with exaggerated restraint, “I think I’m going to spend the rest of the evening in my room.”

There were slight protests, but Elena ignored them. She walked out and upstairs, into her room. She lay flat on the bed, glaring up at the ceiling as though it had personally offended her. After a while, she closed her eyes and tried to think things through logically. She had a big decision to make and this trip to see her parents had been a part of the decision-making process.

Her parents were not bad people. Elena knew that. They had been raised a certain way and that had shaped their thinking. They were people of habit and tradition. There were things they expected; foremost among them was the desire that their children grow up to live the lives they themselves had lived. Emily had complied with this desire, but Elena had been unable to conform.

She had wanted a different life for herself and that meant independence from her parents. It might not have been, were it not for the fact that her parents were not capable of simply allowing her opinions to be different, allowing her choices to remain her own. They couldn’t help trying to change and mold her. They kept trying to make her see that her life would be so much easier if she simply agreed to follow the plan they had set out for her life.

She looked at her sister’s life. Emily had a career her parents were proud of, in fact, they were the ones who had suggested it and given her the necessary contacts to make it a success. This man she was marrying was no doubt a member of their circle, there was no other way they could be so happy about it. Elena knew how it would go. Emily would get married in a year in a lavish and tasteful ceremony, she would work occasionally, simply so that she could talk about her career at dinner parties she would be invited to on a weekly basis, and after a few years, she would have a child who would one day inherit her fortune, and she would spend the rest of her life molding that child so that he or she would grow up to follow the same path as his parents before him.