In Shady Grove: About That Night Part 34

Ian raised his hand. Lulu came to a quivering halt at the entrance to the garage.

"Good girl. Stay."

Xander crouched. "Lulu? It's me, girl! Come here."

Lulu whined and c.o.c.ked her head but didn't move. Nor did she seem remotely interested in her onetime owner.

Xander pursed his lips-planning to whistle, no doubt-but Ian shook his head. "Save your breath. I've taught her to wait there until I tell her it's okay. Too many dangerous things in here."

"Oh. Right. I never thought of that."

Of course he hadn't. Xander and responsibility were about as well acquainted as rap and polka.

"So, can I go to her?" Xander asked.

Huh. Ian couldn't remember Xander ever waiting for anything, let alone requesting consent. His motto had always been that it was better to beg forgiveness than ask permission. Maybe the time in jail really had taught him a thing or two.

"Hang on. We have a routine."

"Sure. Whatever."

The excited edge to Xander's voice wasn't doing much for Ian's peace of mind, but he pushed himself through the steps. Check the anvil, check the forge, check the- "Sorry, sorry." Darcy's laughing apology made him spin around to see her stumbling up the driveway, one hand pushing a stroller loaded with toys, the other curled around the baby bouncing on her hip. Lulu must have led her on a merry chase. The neck of Darcy's blouse veered way over to the side, and her shoulder-length, cinnamon-brown hair curled in every direction. She was a fl.u.s.tered mess, but as always, seeing her made him grin. Even despite Xander's presence.

"I thought I had a good grip on Lu," she called as she approached. "But Cady decided Mommy was overdressed and yanked my blouse half off, and I had to either switch the leash or risk arrest for public indecency. But I messed up and she got away and I-"

She stopped just behind Lulu, the hand that had been pushing the stroller rising to shield her eyes as she peered into the shadowy garage. Her cheeks turned as pink as Cady's ruffled sun hat, which had slipped backward, exposing the pale blond head it was supposed to protect.

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't realize you had company."

"It's okay." He walked over to her, automatically taking Cady as she launched herself into his arms.

Xander pushed upright. "Hey, Darcy," he called as he ambled into the light. "Long time no-"

He stopped abruptly. Darcy's eyes flew open and she reached across Ian's chest until her hand landed on Cady's thigh. A small sound slipped free, one he couldn't identify because he'd never heard it before, but his gut told him it wasn't good, especially when she stepped closer to him. His arm went around her shoulders.

Lulu whimpered.

"Darce?" Xander's voice was filled with confusion and uncertainty and something that sounded like shock. This was more than a simple greeting. What the h.e.l.l?

Xander shuffled forward as if he'd forgotten how to walk. Darcy pressed closer to Ian. His arm tightened protectively.

As Xander emerged into the sunshine, the light glinted off his very blond hair. Hair that was a perfect match for that on the head now resting against Ian's chest. The tiny head of the wriggling child who had just celebrated her first birthday.

Two years ago-oh, pardon me, not that long but I don't feel like doing the math- All of a sudden the math took on a terrifying significance.

"Ian?" Darcy whispered. "Would you take Cady inside, please? Xander and I need to talk."

DARCY MAGUIRE HAD always considered herself a woman of action. In her life BC-Before Cady-there had never been a disaster she couldn't work around, including the time a blizzard had stood between her mother and a major performance. All that had taken was an hour on the phone, a fistful of money and a snowplow driver willing to serve as a taxi.

If only this could be that easy.

Ian did as she asked without so much as a blink, settling Cady on his shoulder and whistling for Lulu to follow him to the house.

Seeing him holding Cady was a welcome anchor. The rest of her world might be falling apart at the st.i.tched-with-secrets seams, but her little girl was safe and happy in the best possible hands.

Ian had been blindsided. He was probably going to be hurt that she hadn't trusted him with the truth about Cady's paternity. But as she watched him walk away, she held tight to the fact that no matter how much she might bungle the next few minutes, Ian would make sure Cady was fed and diapered and kept laughing. This one little corner of the world would be fine.

Meaning Darcy had no excuse to put off the conversation waiting to pounce on her.

At the m.u.f.fled slam of the screen door, she risked a look at Xander. His blue-gray eyes stayed fixed on the steps that Ian and Cady had mounted. She tugged her neckline and hoped everything was back in place. She didn't want to find out she'd conducted the most important conversation of her life with a wardrobe malfunction.

a.s.sured that she was as decent as was possible, she pulled herself upright. "Let's go out back."

Xander dragged his understandably blank gaze from the steps to her. She led him to the yard and the picnic table where two summers ago she, Ian and Xander had whiled away long summer evenings with a few beers and a lot of laughs. Maybe the vibrations of that laughter still lingered here. Maybe they would make it possible for her and Xander to get through...whatever...with the same purpose: to do what was best for her-their-daughter.

Dear G.o.d, she hoped she could do a better job of navigating Cady through whatever came next than her own mother had done for her.

While Xander straddled the bench, Darcy climbed onto the patio table, settling under the shade offered by the bright blue umbrella Ian had added the previous summer. Babies shouldn't get too much sun, he had said when she'd come home from the hospital with her newborn. And you can't put sunblock on them, but I know you'll want to sit outside with her. I thought this might make it easier.

Maybe she shouldn't have sent Ian away with Cady. For the past year he had been the one she'd looked to whenever she was sure she was s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up this parenting gig, which usually happened at least twice a day. Every time he would laugh and tell her she was doing fine, and when she would insist that this time she had really blown it, he would shake his head, grin and say, "Just trust me, Darce."

She really wished she could see him now, rolling his crinkly bronze eyes in the way that meant he thought she was being a total dork but he knew she would figure it out.

"So..." She sandwiched her hands between her bent knees. If she couldn't see them trembling, she might be less nervous. "I know you must have a lot of questions, but this will probably be easier if you let me talk first, okay?"

His slow nod was chased by a swifter shake of the head. "Wait. First. I- Is she- That baby. She's really...?"

His question hung in the air between them, unfinished but no less decisive. Once she answered him, she knew the life she had built-her and Cady with a big side of Ian-was all going to change. And most of it would depend on Xander. Someone not family. Someone she knew far less than she should.

It was a feeling she knew all too well, and it was no more welcome now than it had been in the past. Except now it was worse, because it was going to impact Cady.

She took a deep breath. Facts first. Future later.

"Yes." d.a.m.nation, her hands were still quivering. Clamping her knees tighter-right, Maguire, now you remember to keep your knees closed-she forced out the words she'd been dreading for the past year and eight months. "Yes, Xander. She's your daughter."

Somewhere nearby a bird let loose with a delighted trill. Talk about surreal. First Xander reappeared, now her life was turning into a frickin' Disney princess adventure complete with animals performing on cue.

"Holy..."

She knew the feeling. On that morning a lifetime ago, when she had finally dragged her gaze away from the test stick in her hand to stare at herself in the bathroom mirror, she had seen that same horror-movie expression now appearing on Xander's face. Yet when she looked closely, she saw in his eyes that same contradictory hint of amazement that had gripped her, as well. That had to be a good sign. Right?

"I did try to find you. To tell you," she added quickly. "But Ian said he hadn't heard from you since you left, and I-"

"Wait a minute." He backed up an inch or so. "We only- It was just that one night. Once."

She didn't need to remind him that one drunken night and one ancient condom didn't always add up to zero consequences.

"And you were with what's-his-name, the jerk who dumped you-"

"Jonathan." Thank heaven she could say his name calmly now, as opposed to the way she had shrieked it, cursed it and blubbered it back then. "I thought that myself at first, but I did the math, checked when he had been out of town and the last time he and I- Anyway, there's no way it could have been him."

"You're sure?"

"Positive. But you're more than welcome to have whatever tests done that you would like. I wouldn't blame you."

The lazy grace she had come to a.s.sociate with Xander that summer had disappeared. "I don't need- Well, yeah. Maybe I should... Jesus." Long fingers scrubbed his face. "I don't know what to say, Darce."

"It's kind of a shocker, I know."

"Yeah, I guess you would."

His short attempt at a laugh rea.s.sured her. At least he wasn't going to pa.s.s out. Nor had he run away screaming or shown more than an understandable uncertainty about his role in Cady's conception. So far, so good.

She glanced toward the back door, hoping against hope that Ian and Cady would be watching from the window. Of course, they weren't. Ian most likely had Cady in her high chair, zooming spoonfuls of yogurt toward her mouth while she slammed her "practice" spoon on the tray. Or he would be changing her diaper, making up another installment in the Saga of Lulu and Cady that he was forever spinning for her. Normal. Familiar. Comforting.

Except...oh, that awful blankness on his face when he'd taken Cady from her...

"So, I don't know where you were, but you could teach cla.s.ses in disappearing, because seriously, I couldn't find you. Ian had no idea, either." Not that she had told Ian why she'd wanted that information, of course. She had told him she was worried about Lulu.

Was that why he had looked so hurt? Because she hadn't told him the truth?

"I thought about hiring a private investigator, but you know, those guys cost a lot of money and I...well, I had a lot of unexpected expenses, as I'm sure you can understand." Unexpected expenses coupled with a drastic readjustment of her job. Not that she minded, really. Accompanying her mother around the globe had had its moments, but if Darcy had to spend her life catering to a diva, she would take Cady over her mom any day.

"Expenses. Right." Xander's face grew a couple of shades paler. "Oh, s.h.i.t. I'm going to have to pay child support. And it's all retroactive, isn't it?"

"I don't- Look, that's important, but, believe it or not, it's not my biggest priority right now, okay? So don't freak. I'm not going to sic a bunch of lawyers on you."

His quivering eased the tiniest bit.

"What did you- Jesus, I didn't even catch her name. Katie?"

"Cady. Short for Cadence. Cadence Joy Maguire."

"That's pretty."

"Thanks."

She hazarded another glance at the door. Foolish, she knew. Even if Ian wasn't juggling child and dog, even if she had completely misread him, he would never spy on her.

But, d.a.m.n, it would be nice to see his face for a second.

"So she-Cady- d.a.m.n. I don't even know what I should be asking."

Darcy might be swimming in a sea of uncertainty herself at the moment, but talking about Cady was something she could always do.

"She just turned a year. June seventh. She's right on target for all her milestones. She has five teeth, and another one is trying to break through, so she's a little cranky right now, but mostly she's happy and bouncy. She's a really amazing little thing, and once we made it past those first few weeks, it's been the most exhausting and exhilarating rush I've ever had." All true. She had barely ever imagined herself as a mother, let alone a single one, but now life before Cady was a distant memory.

The drumming of Xander's fingers on the tabletop came to an abrupt halt.

"I want to see her again."

"Right. Of course." This was good. Wasn't it? Every kid deserved to have a dad who wanted to be with her. Some of Darcy's most cherished memories were of her late father. "We'll have to work out some kind of schedule," she said past the lump in her throat. "And I think that while she's so little, you should visit her here, you know? Until she gets to know you and feels comfortable around you."

Xander stared at her as if she had spoken in Shakespearean English. "I mean I want to see her right now."

"Oh." Relief made her laugh sound fake even to her. "Of course. I... Jeez, I guess I've had a few too many sleepless nights. You know, with that tooth coming in."

He wasn't talking about taking Cady on overnights or trips or any of those other scenarios that had made her wonder, wildly, if it was possible to stuff a one-year-old back in the womb. He simply wanted to see her now. One bullet dodged.

But not for long, she knew.

Cady was Xander's as much as hers. He had rights. Moral ones and legal ones. And she would have to honor them.

Are you there, G.o.d? It's me, Darcy. I know Xander is ent.i.tled to be in Cady's life, but could we maybe spread things out a bit here? One step at a time, with lots of s.p.a.ce between them?

Inch by slow inch she pushed herself down from the table, amazed that her feet still worked when she stood on them.

A familiar bark interrupted her worry. Inside the house Lulu pawed at the back door, jumping and whining the way she always did when she spotted the freedom of the yard. Darcy stood a little straighter. Lulu at the door meant that Ian would be right behind her, which meant that Darcy would have someone at her side while she introduced Cady to her father.

Not the answer she'd expected to her semi-serious prayer, but she would take it.

"Just so you know, I wasn't trying to avoid you guys after I left," Xander said.

Ian appeared, slightly stooped so he could hold Cady's upraised hands while she walked. He nudged open the door. Lulu bounded forward, leaping and yipping and rolling in the gra.s.s at Darcy's feet.

"You'll find out anyway, but I'd rather you hear it from me. It sounds worse than it really is."

Xander was nattering on and she knew she should be listening, but she had to watch Ian. Because he wasn't coming outside, and he wasn't looking at her. In fact, if the heaviness in her stomach could be believed, he was doing his best to avoid her gaze.

She edged Lulu out of the way and moved toward the door. She could be strong and get through the next half hour, but not until she'd held Cady, not until she'd seen Ian's smile that always made her feel she could handle whatever lay ahead.

"The thing is, Darce, you couldn't find me because I was in jail."

Copyright 2015 by Christine Fletcher.

ISBN-13: 9781460383056.

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