Chapters (30)
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Epilogue One
- Epilogue Two
- Books By Natasha Madison
- Acknowledgments
“If you’re asking me if Kallie is going to tell anyone, the answer is no,” I say. I didn’t actually tell her not to, but I’m assuming she knows that the secret is just ours. “She wouldn’t do that.”
“Wouldn’t she?” Savannah says. “She doesn’t know what it’s like being pregnant and alone.”
I’m about to snap when Ethan comes in the room, and Savannah sees the glare on my face. “Mom,” he says, hugging her waist, “what are you doing here?”
“I thought it would be a good weekend to go up and visit Grammy,” she says of her mother who lives three towns over. She worked for Beau’s parents for twenty years, and then right before Ethan was born, she hightailed it out of town, leaving her daughter pregnant and alone. The only one it surprised was Savannah.
“Can we go to the fair?” he asks, his eyes going big.
“Yeah, if they’re in town, we can.” She smiles at him. “Now go get your stuff.”
“I’m going to win you another bear, Mom,” he says with a smile and then runs to get his stuff.
“You’re taking a Saturday off?” I look at her, and she shrugs.
“After the brawl last night …” She shakes her head. “It’ll take a couple of days for them to clean up and fix the holes.”
“Was it that bad?” I ask, and she nods.
“It was fine until someone threw a chair, and then it went downhill,” she says and then looks down. Ethan comes in the room wearing his backpack and a hat on his head. “Say bye to Dad.”
“Bye, Dad,” he says, and I grab his face in my hands.
“Love you, kid.” I kiss his nose and then his forehead. “Call me when you get there.”
“Will do,” Savannah says, and I walk out of the house and watch them drive away.
I pick up my phone and call the number again, feeling nervous suddenly. It’s like I’m back in high school. Charlotte answers the phone after three rings, sounding out of breath. “Hey, Mrs. Barnes.”
“Hey,” she says softly, and I have to wonder if Kallie told her that I now know about the baby. “How are you doing?” Her voice goes lower, and my question is answered.
“I’m doing good. Is Kallie there?” I ask, and she calls Kallie who picks up the phone.
“Hey,” I say to her, and her voice is sleepy. “Were you sleeping?”
“No,” she says, and I hear the blankets rustle. “Just resting.”
“I was wondering if you’d like to spend the day with me?” I ask. My heart beats rapidly in my chest as I wait for her answer.
“Don’t you have Ethan?”