Once Upon A Half-Time: A Secret Baby Romance (31 page)

Mandy bit her lip. “I didn’t know I was supposed to tell him the guest list shifted. I redid it and gave it to Mom.”

“
You
are the liaison here,” Sandra snapped. “I expected that you would inform your father of all the changes to the bridal party and our plans.”

“But Lindsey said—”

“Don’t make excuses. Your sister is upset enough.” Sandra pointed a finger at Conrad. “It’s thirty tables of eight. And you
will
give your daughter the centerpieces she wants.”

Conrad laughed. “I am not spending five hundred dollars for a centerpiece.”

“
—But Brett isn’t willing to give up on his bride-to-be. Even with a one hundred and four degree fever and hallucinations, he crawls to the altar—”

“Oh, you certainly will,” Sandra said.

“They’re flowers. Put something in a jar and drop a couple candles.”

Lindsey shrieked. “Mom, do you hear him? My wedding will smell like
Citronella
!”

“Like the devil it will!”

“—
Our God is an awesome God—
”

Jesus. I turned off the television. The gospel music synced from someone’s phone, and I was pretty sure the song stayed on repeat. Mandy didn’t notice, and her bottom lip started to quiver.

My dad stepped forward, tapping a hand against his bible. “Let’s sit and discuss this. Flowers and decorations are special to the bride, but do you know what’s more special?” He smiled. “A loving family, working hard to make her day as joyous as the joy she brought to their lives.”

I didn’t have to laugh. Mandy scoffed first.

Then the fireworks started.

“Hear that, Conrad? You
do
want your little girl to feel
joyous
, don’t you?”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Don’t you dare take the Lord’s name in vain!” Sandra scolded him. “We have a man of God in the house!”

“Good. Maybe he’ll turn some water into wine so we can save money on this ridiculous wedding!”

Bryce’s mom raised a hand. “Actually…the wine is paid for by the groom’s family…”

Sandra grunted at her husband. “Oh, this is
so
like you, Conrad.”

“—With wisdom, power, and love—”

Was the song getting louder, or was the house starting to implode? And why the hell didn’t anyone pop some popcorn for this shit show?

Mandy bit her lip. “Dad, don’t. Drop it.”

“I’m like
what
?” Conrad extended his arms. “I’m the only one in this family who ever cared about money.”

“Don’t argue money in front of the guests,” Sandra scolded.

Mandy covered her face. “Mom, please.”

“Did you plan to spring all these extra costs onto my side of the bill now, so I couldn’t argue them with
guests
in the house?”

“Why are you even arguing?” She pointed at a sobbing, particularly snotty Lindsey. “This is the most precious day of your
daughter’s
life. Why would you deny her happiness?”

“Because the seven thousand dollar wedding gown should
still
be making her pretty damn happy.”

Mandy covered her face. “Nine grand.”

“
Nine?
”

Lindsey bared her teeth and launched from the couch. Bryce caught her before she lunged for Mandy’s hair. “You little traitor—”

Mandy threw the remote and bolted away.

“
Another
two thousand dollars?” Conrad grunted. “We can’t afford all this. It’s only a party.”

Lindsey, Sandra, and my mother all gasped. Conrad apologized immediately, but the damage was done.

Marcus chuckled, despite Bryce’s shushing. “Nice knowing ya, Conrad.”

Sandra’s voice rumbled low. “I should have prepared for your selfishness. Everything is money money money to you. Payday was more exciting than our honeymoon!”

Mandy stood, forcing a smile as my parents slurped their scalding coffee. Second degree esophageal burns were preferable to the awkwardness of excusing themselves from the room.

Conrad blew his fuse, and probably an artery in his neck. His eyes bulged, and he pointed a thick finger at Sandra. “Of course I looked forward to pay day. About as much as you’ll look forward to your alimony check!”

“Don’t you throw that in my face,” she said.

“Get a job!”

“Support your family!”

“Stop bleeding it dry and maybe we’ll have a chance to save some money!”

“Stop denying your child the wedding she deserves so you can pinch more pennies. For God’s sake, Conrad, it’s not like
Mandy’s
going to find a man.”

Mandy threw the tray against the wall. The room silenced.

“Stop it!” Tears rolled over her cheeks. “Can’t we talk like normal people for
once
? You used to love each other! Just be civil for
one
hour!”

Sandra huffed, her mouth falling open. “Mandy, don’t make a scene. You’re embarrassing yourself!”

Silence.

Almost. Bryce tried to play it cool and turned on the TV.

“
Next week on Wedding Hunters, Denny wants to propose, but he can’t afford a ring! It’s off to the plasma bank for a donation in the name of love—”

Mandy stormed out of the living room. I followed. I didn’t have to hurry. She trembled in rage and couldn’t unlock the back door. I helped her, but she didn’t speak, just rushed outside.

It tore me apart to see her that upset. Mandy’s smile was too pretty to lose to tears, especially when it was bullshit family drama sapping her energy and…

Getting her sick in the bushes outside?

Damn. She took her family
seriously
. There was her first problem.

“You okay?” I asked.

Mandy flinched. She froze, staring at me.

“I’m sorry. I’m…worked up.”

“It’s okay.”

She heaved a breath. “I can’t go back in there.”

“Come on.” I guided her away from the bushes. “I’ll take you out. Get you something to eat.”

“I’d rather crawl under a rock.”

“How about under the sheets?”

I regretted it as soon as I said it, but she actually giggled.

“You know…” Mandy bit her lip. “Yeah. That sounds good.”

It was the first time a beautiful woman’s proposition ever took me by surprise.

And it was the first time I ever considered refusing one.

If she was this hot and cold when she wasn’t dealing with the DMZ imploding in her living room, Mandy wasn’t ready to get fucked. She needed someone to talk to.

For whatever reason, I liked that I was the man who’d listen.

“
G
ood families
do
exist
, right?” I posed the question to the universe. The universe didn’t answer, but it did make me nauseous. Maybe it was a sign.

“I’m sure they do,” Nate said. “Somewhere.”

“It’s just not fair. I barely survived my mother’s endless judgment during my childhood. Now I have to be
voluntarily
humiliated as an adult?”

“Can’t pick your family.” Nate leaned over his bar and passed me a basket of French fries fresh from the fryer. “But you can run far, far away from them.”

“If only.”

“Lindsey can’t chase you wearing heels.”

I snorted. “Yeah, except I’m the one breaking them in for her.”

“Tell me you aren’t serious.”

“I’ll show you the blisters.”

I dipped my French fry in the ranch dressing. Nate passed me a beer. I wished. I asked for water instead. He poured it into a frosted glass, and I dove into my fries.

Nate had a bad reputation. He was a womanizer, a commitment-phobic, a man who’d chase me to the ends of the earth just to steal my panties—but he whipped up the best ranch dressing I’d ever tasted.

I didn’t know how he did it, but my stomach soothed around him. I’d blame the pregnancy hormones. Just sitting with the father of my secret baby was relaxing enough that I could eat more than a single saltine and half a tangerine.

But the one person who made me feel halfway normal was the one person I
couldn’t
have feelings for.

Except Nate had whisked me away from home, delivered me to his bar, and served me a plate of salty and crispy French fries the instant I sat down.

For someone who claimed to screw ‘em and leave ‘em, Nate knew how to please a lady—besides the obvious oral sex, passionate fucking, and complete fulfillment of their physical needs.

I bit my lip. Not the thought I should have had in a crowded bar.

Arrogance
attracted a lot of people. Nate knew half of the patrons by name, and the rest were casuals or newcomers who seemed to enjoy his brews and the classy atmosphere. Three men greeted him with handshakes and grins.

A couple of blondes tried to swoop in.

Nate stared only at me and stole a fry. I shouldn’t have smiled.

He sipped his drink and gestured to the multitude of beers on tap. “Sure I can’t get you anything? You need something stronger.”

I deflected like a pro. “I just had to get out of the house. The wedding turned into a zoo overnight, and I’m not allowed to tranq the bride.”

“Would make for a more entertaining reception.”

“More entertaining than what? The choreographed dancing? The ten ton cake? The musicians I’m supposed to
audition
next week?”

“Maybe?”

“We have a DJ and a string quartet, a five course dinner and dancing, two hundred and fifty people in attendance.” I nibbled my fry. “And let’s not forget the best part. Sandra and Conrad Prescott entertaining the guests by performing their latest hit act—
Marital Grievances of the Past Thirty Years
.”

Nate laughed. The deep rumble warmed me despite my best efforts to wallow in misery.

“I hate being caught in the middle,” I said. “The bull’s eye on my forehead won’t match my bridesmaid’s dress.”

“So shrug it off.”

“I can’t. This is too important. My family is falling apart. I’m trying to do anything I can to stop it.”

He frowned. “Sometimes there’s nothing you can do.”

“Don’t say that. I don’t want to give up.”

“But it isn’t your responsibility to mediate. That’s a horrible position to be in.”

My eyes prickled with tears. I’d much rather lose my lunch than my cool.

Crying wouldn’t solve anything, but the damn hormones made me seem even crazier than I was before. Nothing I did or said would ease the fear creeping around my heart.

“My parents were married for thirty years,” I said. “
Thirty
. They lived together. They raised a family. Mom stood by Dad while he built his advertising business. And now look at them.”

Nate nodded. “They are pretty damn explosive.”

“Today was just a firing range. You missed the nuke last week.”

“What happened then?”

“Dad stopped by to give Lindsey a check for her bouquet. He asked for a drink. I got him some water, and the glass’s condensation dripped on the table.”

Nate shrugged. I sighed. Maybe the trickle of water on my great-grandma’s antique end table meant more to Mom than normal people.

My family’s fights lacked foxholes, but that didn’t mean we weren’t digging shrapnel out of our butts every time Dad napalmed what good memories we had left with a careless water ring.

“I’ve never heard them fight like that before. I was in the room for the bombshell about every sexual incompatibility they ever had.” I pushed the fries away. Not even they could help block out that particular memory. “I know every repressed fantasy, Dad’s treatment for low testosterone, and one very bad experience with some sort of warming lubricant that, frankly, might turn me celibate.”

Nate smirked. “Don’t say that.”

“The PTSD is real.”

“Well, we absolutely can’t let celibacy happen. Tell you what…I’ll help you out. We’ll experiment with all the warming lube you want, baby. We’ll get through this
together
.”

“My hero.”

“Gotta help a damsel in distress. Closing those legs? That’ll be the biggest mistake of your life.”

I was pretty sure opening them was the biggest mistake I’d made to date.

I don’t know what was worse—getting pregnant…or staring into the beautiful green eyes of the father-to-be that had no idea how much his life was going to change.

I never expected Nate Kensington to actually give a damn about anyone but himself, but he served me food and listened while I blabbered about how I was feeling. I always felt confident and sexy after flirting with him. Suddenly, I was…comforted after just
talking
with him.

His smile made me feel like the most beautiful woman in his bar. And when he touched me? It was like no one in the world could tear us apart.

But it wasn’t enough, not now that I had the baby to protect.

“It sounds like an afternoon made-for-TV movie, but…” He leaned closer, brushing my hand as he stole another French fry. “You know it’s not your fault, right?”

“I wish it was.”

“Why?”

“Then it would make
sense
.”

I pushed the basket towards him. Grease didn’t sit well with uncertainty.

“How does a couple give each other
thirty years
of their life…and then walk away from it all?” I asked. “How do they burn everything good that came from their marriage and expect the rest of us to accept that it’s over?”

Nate raised his eyebrows. “Takes courage.”

“
Courage
?”

“Your parents were unhappy together. They split, even after thirty years of stability. They gave up their home and security to find something or someone who would make them happy.” He shook his head. “Christ, I
wish
my mom would do that.”

“But your parents are great,” I said. “They seem perfect together.”

His voice darkened. “Yeah. And my dad will do anything to keep it that way. Believe me. It’s not healthy to stay in a toxic relationship for
any
reason.”

I leaned against the bar. It might have been better to hide under it. At least it’d protect me if the world kept tumbling down.

“God, it’s so bleak,” I said. “How can any love actually last? Marriages get broken, people drift apart, and even the most stable and loving of relationships can just—
poof
! Be over. There’s nothing keeping people together.”

Nothing.

Not vows. Not love.

Not even children.

The fairy tales got it wrong. Snow White probably left the prince for someone less Grumpy and Sleepy. I bet Ariel discovered an entirely different sexual orientation when she looked closer at those new legs in a mirror. And Cinderella? When her kingdom didn’t implement labor laws for minimum wage workers, I doubted she just walked away in those glass slippers. Her happily-ever-after included a social and industrial revolution. Then she probably died surrounded by rats as a princeless oligarchy descended into anarchy.

It wasn’t a story I’d read to my baby.

What hope did anyone have if the stories only showed the puppy-dog eyes and first kisses? No one talked about mortgages and sickness and jobs and…accidental babies.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Nate sipped his beer. “Or am I supposed to guess?”

“Please don’t try to guess.”

“Then tell me.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”
I
didn’t understand. “I
want
that romance. I’ve always imagined passion and excitement and sharing the world with someone. I wanted commitment and love.”

“So find it.”

“With who?”

I didn’t mean to say that. I averted my eyes before humiliating myself any more than a single, unwed mother with a crush on her baby-daddy could.

“Is there even such a thing as love?” I asked.

“Christ. Come with me.”

Nate grabbed my arm. I stumbled as he led me to his office. The door slammed behind him, and he pointed to his desk. “Sit down. Stop being so fucking crazy.”

That did not help the hormones. Rage-sniffles were neither endearing nor intimidating.

“That’s what you’re going to say to me?” I crossed my arms. “Stop acting
crazy
?”

“I’m not Rick. You want to discuss the depth of human emotions, talk with the man who has dissected the most hearts.”

“He’s a
cardiologist
, not a—”

“You want my honest opinion? You know what you really need?”

This would be good. “What?”

“To get fucked.”

Exactly what I expected.

“Is that your solution to
everything
?” I slapped his hand away. “If I sprain an ankle, are you going to rub your dick on it?”

“If it helped!”

“Getting
fucked
isn’t going to help me.”

His eyes hardened, completely serious, completely invasive. He saw through my freak-out and hit the core of everything that frightened me.

“Stop worrying about other people. Stop judging their happiness based on what you think is a perfect world. It doesn’t exist.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I
lived
through it. My parents put appearances before reality every damn time. My mom never spoke out of turn to my father. And when I was a kid, neither did I. My dad was a very
spare the rod
kinda guy, if you get me.” Nate frowned. “I couldn’t play football with Bryce or Rick because we had practices when I was supposed to be at youth group. Mom wasn’t allowed to work because a woman’s role was in the household. Dad insisted we looked
Christian
, said the right things, acted the correct way, and never, ever disobeyed him.”

“I didn’t know.”

“No one does. They see
perfection.
But you know what that life is?” He bumped my chin up to meet his stare. “
Boring
. Filled with unhappiness. Lacking the only thing that matters in life.”

“Family?”

“Pleasure.”

“We are so wrong for each other.”

Oh sweet baby Jesus, I said that out loud.

I covered my face. This was mortifying. That comment stripped away the remnants of my dignity, the remaining bits not bookmarked between the pages of
What To Expect When You’re Expecting
.

My voice weakened. “I didn’t mean…I’m not saying we’re…we have different
philosophies
.”

Nate smirked. “We have one thing in common.”

“What’s that?”

“We both want you to be happy.”

I stilled as his words melted like chocolate. The warmth pulsed over me, coating me in a sticky, sweet, and scary moment of surrender.

“So let me make you happy now,” he whispered. “Let me take some of the stress away.”

“It won’t solve everything.”

“It won’t solve
anything
. It’s not selfish to want a little pleasure, baby.”

“Where would it lead?”

“Where do you want it to lead?” He eyed the desk. “It’s not a bed, but it’ll do.”

Not. What. I. Meant.

But he had no idea what I was afraid of. This wouldn’t be another mistake in his arms. I had to tell him about the baby before we moved too fast.

“Nate, I’m—”

His lips brushed mine, stealing my words, my breath, and my mind. His kiss nibbled quick and fierce. Just the touch of him against me shattered my thoughts. The uncertainty and confusion that volleyed for space in my tummy next to the baby suddenly vanished.

All that remained was the kiss.

I hadn’t kissed anyone since that night with Nate.

I never wanted to kiss anyone else again.

His lips trailed over my neck. I accidentally exposed that delicious hollow of my throat. I never thought a touch could feel as amazing as being filled by him. Every press of his mouth kneaded shivers through my body.

I mewed.

He liked that.

“What do you think?” His hands settled at my waist.

What a day to wear a skirt. It was either foresight or wishful thinking. His fingers tickled over my thigh. I bit my lip.

“Let me take your mind off everything,” he whispered.

I didn’t trust what I’d think about without the wedding and my family to distract me.

Probably how nice it felt to be touched. How my breathing trembled with every trace of his lips against my skin. That everything inside me wound into a bigger knot than the last crisis he’d untangled with a touch, taste, and night of sweet regret.

“This is a bad idea,” I murmured.

His eyes darkened. “This is the best idea we’ve had in a month.”

“You kept count?”

“Five weeks, three days since I was with you.” He palmed my thigh. The warmth spread right to my core. “You don’t remember?”

Oh, I counted the days, but for a much different reason. “You really want me?”

“What do you think?”

His hand tangled in my hair, and his kiss pressed me into the desk without a single protest. Nate grunted at the nest of receipts and papers crowding around me. He whipped the paperwork away with a swipe of his arm.