Whose Baby Part 16

He supervised thetoothbrushing and changing intonighties ,Lynntucked them into bed. When she reluctantly returned to the living room, Adam was watching CNN. She sat as far from him as she could get on the new sofa, sinking into its comfort with a sigh of involuntary bliss. She would never have spent so much for a piece of furniture, but she could enjoy it, couldn't she?

Adam snapped off the television. In the sudden silence,Lynn's heart took an uncomfortable leap. It was their wedding night. What did he have in mind?

"Your parents havebeen exceptionally understanding ," he said.

Conversation. She could make conversation, she thought in giddy relief. "I suppose this seemed like a good solution to them, too."

"Does it to you?"

Lynnwas startled into really looking at him. "I married you, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but I've been wondering if you're not belatedly getting cold feet." Tension in the set of his shoulders belied his calm tone. "Did I rush you into something you're regretting?"

"We did rush." She was still in shock; her feet were so cold she had to tuck them under her. But she couldn't let him take all the responsibility. "You're right, though. Look how happy the girls are. This really makes sense."

"Logic and emotions don't always take the same road."

"No." She struggled for honesty. "I may be sorry later. I hope not. I never thought I wanted to get married again. I wasn't very good at it the first time around." She shook her head when he started to say something. "I know you blame Brian, but I'm the one who wasn't ready to be married. I wasn't deeply in love. I guess I'm a little scared because I've just done the same thing again. But at least we're in the same boat. Our feelings aren't out of balance."

"No." His expression was odd. "Arranged marriages have worked in the past. I don't see why we can't make this one." She wanted more than that,Lynnwas astonished to realize.Making it work sounded so emotionless, so lacking in pa.s.sion.

She forced herself to meet his eyes. "I'll try." Her voice cracked. "I can promise you that much."

Adam held out a hand to her. "I'm ... not a casual man. You're my wife. That means something to me."

Yes, but what?herheart cried.

Hardly knowing what she did,Lynnlaid her hand in his. His fingers tightened, and she felt his heat and strength. No, more than that: the determination and caring that made him the man he was.

It wouldn't be hard to love him,Lynnthought. She couldn't seem to look away from their hands, intertwined. The contrast made her intensely aware that they were not just parents. Not just two people dragged into a nightmare and making the best of it. They were a man and a woman.

Husband and wife.

Her heart seemed to be pounding so hard it deafened her. Slowly she dragged her gaze to meet Adam's, and saw a glint in his eyes that made her feel ... peculiar. Excited, frightened, shaky.

It had been so long since she'd felt anything like this that she took a moment to realize her response was s.e.xual. How weird that, just because he was now her husband, she felt things she hadn't yesterday or the day before.

Or had she?Lynnwondered with a fluttery sense of panic. She had always known what a s.e.xy man he was. She'd simply figured he was out of her league. Now, all of a sudden, she owned the league.

For better or worse.

"Lynn..." His voice was rusty. "I'll give you time."

Because he didn't really want her? Or because he was a gentleman? She wished she were sure.

"I ... thank you." Was that truly what she'd wanted to say?

He looked down at their hands but didn't release hers. "Your phone's ringing."

"It is?" She felt stupid the minute the words slipped out. How strange. She had once thought herself in love, but never with Brian had she felt as if everyone else in the world had faded away, like a photograph where the surroundings were misty, the focus on the two subjects. She swallowed. "I mean, I'd better answer it."

"Sure."

He was the one to release her hand. She wasn't sure she'd have had the strength herself. How very strange.

Yet to someone else,Lynnthought, she would have looked perfectly normal as she stood and went to the kitchen. The answering machine had picked up; she heard her own voice, followed by Brian's. He hadn't called in months. Why now?Lynnhesitated with her hand just above the phone.

"Lynn? Are you there?" Pause. "Listen, I wanted to say..."

Belatedly it occurred to her that Adam might be able to hear him out in the living room.

She grabbed the receiver. "I'm here."

"Oh. Uh, hi."

"What do you want?" How cold she sounded!

The breath he drew was audible. "I've just been thinking ... well, if you're really strapped for money, I mean, I could help out."

Her mouth actually dropped open. "You're offering to send me child support?"

"Well, I don't know about regular..." This awkwardness wasn't like him. "But I can send you some money when I've got extra. If you need it."

Of course she'd needed it! Her anger crystallized, and yet through it she realized that, in his own way, he was being generous.

"I miss Sh.e.l.ly. How's she doing?"

"She's fine." When had she last mentioned her daddy?Lynncouldn't remember. Before Adam, certainly.

"Mom and Dad were saying they'd like to see her, too."

Lynnclosed her eyes. "I got married today."

"You got married?" he echoed incredulously.

"To Sh.e.l.ly's father."

Silence. Then he said at last, bitterness there but muted, "So everything's all wrapped up. You've got both kids and his money. You don't need me." He made a sound. "h.e.l.l, you never did."

A spark of anger incinerated her usual guilt. "That's a lucky thing, isn't it?" she flared. "You haven't exactly been here for your daughter lately, have you?"

"I said I missed her."

"Uh-huh. Well, she's probably forgotten you in all the months it took you to come to realize that. She's three-and-a-half years old, Brian. She needs parents who are here. Fortunately, she has them now."

She heard him breathing heavily. The old Brian would have had a comeback that would succeed in making her feel low. This one surprised her.

"Yeah. You're right," he said humbly. "Jeez, I'm sorry."

"Sh.e.l.ly loved you." "She just neverfelt like she was mine," he explained in a tone of unwonted humility. "I guess that shouldn't have made any difference, but for me it did. But she's a great kid. And, um, I wouldn't mind meeting this Rose." Lynnsighed. "We haven't told either of the girls what happened. That part scares me. I don't want them to feel insecure. Someday we'll have to. But in the meantime, it's awkward." "Yeah. I understand. Maybe I could, like, just drop by and see both the girls." "You have a legal right," she said stiffly. "You know I wouldn't hold that over you. Just let me know when you think it might be a good time.

Okay?" "Yes, fine,"Lynnsaid slowly. She half expected there to be some catch, but apparently Brian had said what he intended to, and his goodbye was hasty. Bemused, she returned to the living room. Adam hadn't turned the TV back on. His head was bent over a book she'd left sitting on the coffee table. It was an anthology of short stories and poetry about mothers and daughters. "What do you think?" she asked, nodding at it as she sank onto the couch again. "Jenny had cut this one out of a magazine, back when she was pregnant." His voice was strangled. "She was sure she was going to have a girl." Lynnhesitated, not knowing what to say. What terrible luck, to have left something out that would remind him of his first wife! At last she settled for, "I wish you'd show me more pictures of her." "I have a photo alb.u.m." Adam gently closed the book and set it on the coffee table. "Remind me.

Sometime." She sensed that the subject was closed with the same gentle finality as the book covers.Please don't intrude , she heard in his tone. "Was that your mom?" Adam asked. "On the phone? No. It was Brian. He's apparently been feeling guilty," she said dryly. "He says he misses Sh.e.l.ly. He was willing to send money if I needed it." "You told him we were married?" Adam's gaze homed in on her face, its intensity unnerving. "Uh-huh." She paused. "He'd still like to see Sh.e.l.ly sometime. And meet Rose." Adam shifted restlessly. "Life's gettingcomplicated. Maybe we should tell the girls. They won't understand much of what happened anyway. I've read that adopted children are less likely to have problems later if they've always known, and the adoptive parents tell them as much as they can handle at any given age. I think we should do the same."

Lynnnodded slowly. "We almost have to. So your parents and in-laws can meet Sh.e.l.ly, and Brian and his parents Rose."

"I wouldn't suggest it if that were the only reason."

Had she offended him? Meeting his gaze,Lynnsaid quietly, "I didn't think you had. I know how much you love Rose. And Sh.e.l.ly."

"They're what matters," he said with intensity she took as a message.

Not you. Not us. Even if it is our wedding day.

The very thought felt selfish. She should be totally focused on the well-being of Sh.e.l.ly and Rose, grateful that Adam was doing the same. Not wishing he cared about her.

"Of course they are," she agreed.

Stroking the brocade fabric of the sofa, she closed her eyes momentarily. Thankheavens, Brian had called when he did! She had been on the verge of making herself look foolish.

Adam couldn't have made it clearer that he didn't want her, that he'd married her for her daughter. How else could she interpret the grief on his face when the poem Jennifer had loved brought back memories of her? The firm reminder that this wedding had taken place because of the girls?

"Do you know,"Lynnsaid with what she hoped was a pleasantly apologetic smile, "I think I'll get ready for bed. If you don't mind my using the bathroom first?"

"No. Of course not," he said courteously. But when she stood and started past, his hand on her arm stopped her. His voice changed. Deepened. "Thank you. For today."

"For today?" she repeated stupidly.

"For agreeing to be my wife."

Was he flirting with her? Rea.s.suring her? She had no idea.

This man she'd married confused her. But then, she thought, looking down at his big hand gripping her arm, they had given themselves plenty of time to untangle the mystery each represented to the other. They'd promised a lifetime. She didn't have to understand him today.

"I'm glad." She flushed. "I mean, that we did it. And that you're not sorry."

He smiled, his eyes a warm rich brown. "Good night,Lynn. Sleep well."

"Good night." Cheeks still glowing, new hope fizzing in her chest,Lynnwent to peek in at their children and to brush her teeth.

Telling the girls turned out to be absurdly easy. After lunch the next day, Adam took Rose for a walk when the rain let up.Lynnsettled down on that sublimely cozy new sofa with Sh.e.l.ly on her lap, head against her shoulder.

They had fewer such moments these days. Having two children was a mixed blessing. Holding this child she'd loved from the first day, powerful emotion swelled in her chest, bringing a sting of tears toLynn's eyes.

"I love you,punkin ," she murmured against her daughter's silky head.

Sh.e.l.ly gave her a compulsive hug. "I love you," she whispered with unusual force.

Lynnbit her lip. "I have something I have to tell you."

Sh.e.l.ly didn't move for a moment. Finally she uncurled enough to look up with big, solemn eyes the exact shade of her daddy's. "Are Rose and Adam going home today?" "Tomorrow."Lynnsmiled, if shakily. "But Monday we'll go to their house. I guess it's our house now, too.

Just like this is theirs."

Her forehead puckered. "Is Rose my sister, now?"

"Yes. That's kind of what I have to tell you about."

Sh.e.l.ly waited.

"A few months ago, Adam and I found out something. You and Rose were born the same night in the same hospital. Almost at the same time."

Her frown deepened.

"What we found out is,the hospital mixed you two up. The baby who came out of my tummy was Rose, not you. You came out of Adam's wife, Jennifer."

Alarm stirred. "But you'remy mommy."

"I'll always be your mommy. I love you,"Lynnsaid fiercely. "But haven't you noticed that Rose looks kind of like me? We have the same impossible hair and-" she wrinkled her nose "-these freckles."

After a long pause, Sh.e.l.ly nodded.

"Andyou ,"Lynnsaid, and gave her a squeeze, "look just like Adam's wife. Except for the parts that look like him. Your eyes are the same color."

"You said he could be my daddy now. Right?"

"Right."

"But you're still my mommy." Only the barest hint of a question imbued her declaration.

"Always and forever." Choked with emotion,Lynnstill hesitated. "I just thought you should know," she explained carefully, "because you have more grandparents who want to meet you. Adam's mommy and daddy, and his wife's. Imean, his first wife's."Oh, forget it , she decided. "Rose's grandparents are yours now, and yours are hers."

Sh.e.l.ly looked perplexed.

MetaphoricallyLynnthrew up her hands. Making a face, she said, "I guess it's a good thing your dad and I got married, huh? We're one family, so we can share all those grandparents, right?"

Sh.e.l.ly's expression became crafty. "If I have more grandparents, do I get more presents? When I turn four?"

"Probably,"Lynnadmitted. She tickled her daughter. "You greedy little thing, you!"

Sh.e.l.ly giggled and then burrowed back into her arms. Around the thumb she'd popped into her mouth, she asked, "How come Rose and Adam went outside? Without us?"

"So he could tell her the same thing I just told you. That really I'm her mommy, and he's your daddy."