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Story: The Last Mrs. Parrish
“Here you go.”
“What is it?”
“Open it, silly.”
He moved aside the tissue paper and pulled out the bib. He looked up at her, puzzled.
She took his hand and put it on her belly. “Your baby is in here.”
His mouth dropped open. “You’re pregnant? With a boy?”
She nodded. “Yes. I couldn’t believe it myself. I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure. There’s something else in there.”
He rooted around and found the sonogram picture.
“That’s our son.” Her smile was victorious.
“A boy? Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
He stood up, grinning from ear to ear, and picked her up. “This is wonderful news. I’d given up on ever having a son. Now you have to let me get you a place here.”
Was he serious? “A place here?”
“Well, yes. You can’t very well stay where you are now.”
The blood was pounding in her ears. “You’re right, Jackson. I can’t. And I don’t want my son to grow up wondering why his father has him hidden in some back alley. He needs to be with family. Once he’s born, we’ll go back to Nebraska.”
She turned and stomped from the room.
“Amber, wait!”
She threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and began packing a bag. Did he really expect her to go on being his secret now that she was giving him an heir? He was crazy if he thought she’d let Daphne continue to reap the benefits of being Mrs. Parrish while she worked in his office like a slave and he snuck in visits to his son. The hell with that.
“What are you doing?”
“Leaving! I thought you loved me. What a fool I’ve been. I don’t see Daphne giving you a son, although she looks more pregnant than I do.”
He grabbed her hands. “Stop. I was insensitive. Let’s talk.”
“What’s there to talk about? Either we’re going to be a family, or we’re not.”
He sat down on the bed and ran his hand through his hair. “I need to think. We’ll figure this out. Don’t even think about moving away.”
“She doesn’t appreciate you, Jackson. She told me she cringes when you touch her. But I love you so much. All I want to do is take care of you, be the wife you deserve. I’ll always put you first—even before this child. You’re everything to me.” She got down on her knees, the way he liked, and showed him just how much she adored him. When she finished, he pulled her to him.
“How was that, Daddy?”
He gave her an inscrutable smile and stood up, picking up the sonogram picture again. His fingers traced it.
“My son.” He looked up at Amber. “Does anyone else know? Your mother, your friends?”
She shook her head. “Of course not. I wanted you to be the first.”
“Good. Don’t tell anyone yet. I have to figure out a way to get out of this marriage without Daphne taking me to the cleaners. If she finds out you’re pregnant, it could cost me a lot of money.”
Amber nodded. “I understand. I won’t breathe a word to anyone.”
“What is it?”
“Open it, silly.”
He moved aside the tissue paper and pulled out the bib. He looked up at her, puzzled.
She took his hand and put it on her belly. “Your baby is in here.”
His mouth dropped open. “You’re pregnant? With a boy?”
She nodded. “Yes. I couldn’t believe it myself. I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure. There’s something else in there.”
He rooted around and found the sonogram picture.
“That’s our son.” Her smile was victorious.
“A boy? Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
He stood up, grinning from ear to ear, and picked her up. “This is wonderful news. I’d given up on ever having a son. Now you have to let me get you a place here.”
Was he serious? “A place here?”
“Well, yes. You can’t very well stay where you are now.”
The blood was pounding in her ears. “You’re right, Jackson. I can’t. And I don’t want my son to grow up wondering why his father has him hidden in some back alley. He needs to be with family. Once he’s born, we’ll go back to Nebraska.”
She turned and stomped from the room.
“Amber, wait!”
She threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and began packing a bag. Did he really expect her to go on being his secret now that she was giving him an heir? He was crazy if he thought she’d let Daphne continue to reap the benefits of being Mrs. Parrish while she worked in his office like a slave and he snuck in visits to his son. The hell with that.
“What are you doing?”
“Leaving! I thought you loved me. What a fool I’ve been. I don’t see Daphne giving you a son, although she looks more pregnant than I do.”
He grabbed her hands. “Stop. I was insensitive. Let’s talk.”
“What’s there to talk about? Either we’re going to be a family, or we’re not.”
He sat down on the bed and ran his hand through his hair. “I need to think. We’ll figure this out. Don’t even think about moving away.”
“She doesn’t appreciate you, Jackson. She told me she cringes when you touch her. But I love you so much. All I want to do is take care of you, be the wife you deserve. I’ll always put you first—even before this child. You’re everything to me.” She got down on her knees, the way he liked, and showed him just how much she adored him. When she finished, he pulled her to him.
“How was that, Daddy?”
He gave her an inscrutable smile and stood up, picking up the sonogram picture again. His fingers traced it.
“My son.” He looked up at Amber. “Does anyone else know? Your mother, your friends?”
She shook her head. “Of course not. I wanted you to be the first.”
“Good. Don’t tell anyone yet. I have to figure out a way to get out of this marriage without Daphne taking me to the cleaners. If she finds out you’re pregnant, it could cost me a lot of money.”
Amber nodded. “I understand. I won’t breathe a word to anyone.”
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