The Baby Blindside (Baby Surprise Romance)

by Layla Valentine

  “Heidi Morris?”

  “Yes, hello, Doctor…”

  “Grant. Just call me Grant.”

  “And I’m her dad,” Tom offered. “Here for a little fatherly support.”

  “Nice to meet you, Heidi’s dad. Now,” Grant said, scanning a clipboard, “I see you’re almost five months along. How’d you like to know the baby’s sex?”

  Heidi grinned. “That’s kinda what I’m here for.”

  “Then let’s have a look!”

  He washed his hands in a nearby sink, then grabbed a tube of gel and squirted over her rounded belly. She flinched at the cold sensation.

  “Sorry, sorry,” he said, looking regretful. “I always forget to warn patients about the cold; it’s like the one thing I’m supposed to do.”

  She felt bad for this Grant, who was clearly new to the job.

  “Don’t worry about it,” she replied. “I’m tough.”

  He smiled back and turned on the ultrasound monitor, lifting the probe out of its holster.

  “Okay, here we go.”

  He rubbed the wand over her stomach and it slid back and forth in the jelly. Heidi felt as if her body had become an air hockey table, with the wand as a puck. The room was silent; even the normally chatty Tom had grown quiet with anticipation.

  “Well?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Is everything okay?”

  “Hm? Oh, yes, yes of course,” Grant replied. “Just perfect. You both are in great shape.”

  “And the gender…?” she questioned, trailing off.

  Tom tacked on a small drum roll to the end of her words.

  “You,” the doctor said, “are going to have a baby boy.”

  “Holy mackerel!” her dad cried with glee. “Honey, isn’t that great? Are you happy? Not that gender matters, but still! A healthy baby boy!”

  She forced a smile she didn’t feel. “Yeah, Dad. I’m super happy.”

  But she wasn’t, not really. Obviously, she was relieved to hear that the baby was doing well, that went without saying. Her heart ached, though, for Bradley. He should’ve been next to her, listening to the news while holding her hand.

  She could imagine him, strong guy that he was, letting a few tears escape. Knowing him, he would’ve had extensive opinions on what they should name a boy—maybe something formal, or perhaps an old family name. She thought tearfully of this moment that should have been theirs, that could never belong to the both of them.

  She kept up a strong front for her dad, and thanked Grant, all the while knowing that her facade of happiness was crumbling. Sooner or later, everyone would see the gaping hole in her heart.

  Chapter 19

  Heidi

  Heidi groaned. She wasn’t prepared for the Herculean task that was rolling out of bed. She struggled and floundered, feeling altogether like a beached whale.

  And then her eyes snapped open. She’d almost forgotten what day it was.

  Suddenly, there was an urgency to her fumbling, and she struggled into a sitting position, leaning back briefly against the pillows with exhaustion.

  “Get up,” she said aloud. “You need to get up.”

  That was easier said than done at eight months pregnant. At her most recent check-up a few days ago, she’d asked the doctor if it was normal, this sheer size. He’d cocked an eyebrow and remarked that it was a little unusual, but only that it indicated that the baby was going to be quite large.

  “Is your…was, ah…the person who impregnated you…was he particularly tall?” Grant had asked.

  Yes, she’d thought sullenly, he was gigantic.

  Grant wasn’t particularly progressive for a young person, and appeared to have a hard time reconciling the fact that Heidi was having her baby without a partner being involved. She liked him all the same, and it was obvious that he was making an effort to keep her comfortable, but nevertheless, it did at times cross the line into grating on her nerves.

  Especially when he would say in passing how useful it would be to know more about the father, to be able to do a blood sample or a gene-sequencing. She had given up hope that he would drop the daddy subject, and there was no point in switching doctors this late in the game. That would be a bigger risk than her mild annoyance with his attitude.

  He couldn’t possibly fathom how badly she wanted to involve Bradley. Every time he brought it up, he inadvertently pricked her spirit and let happiness bleed out. But she couldn’t, wouldn’t play fantasy dream house. Her child needed a mother grounded in the here and now, not one who got caught up dreaming of a different life.

  Thus, it was to that end that she was going to court today, albeit reluctantly.

  A few months back, when her mother had first acquired her a team of lawyers, Heidi had vehemently maintained that she had worked for Bradley as an independent contractor, not an employee of Image-ine. Regardless, when they’d told her that it was in her best interest to settle out of court, Heidi had listened to their points.

  “You don’t want your child to be born under the cloud of a lawsuit,” one had offered.

  “Your mother,” another added, “mentioned there were some money troubles, and that you wanted to pay her back for our services, so—”

  “We think that, for your mental health and financial solubility, it’s in your best interest to settle,” the first explained.

  Heidi had been skeptical. No, more than skeptical. She’d been mad, and anxious, and confused, and totally lost. She’d understood that the legal team wanted what was best for both of their interests, but she was still out to sea on this one. Was it better to deal with a drawn out lawsuit, and potentially win back her pride (and some cash), or should she slink off quietly, and rid her life of this problem?

  She’d refused to fall victim to hubris, to the belief that, somehow, one woman telling the truth could change the almost inevitable outcome of Bradley’s triumph, were it to come to a full-fledged lawsuit. The system wasn’t designed for her to win; she didn’t have the money or the fame.

  Ultimately, she’d agreed to the settlement. It had taken her dignity down a few notches, to essentially admit a wrongdoing that she hadn’t, well, done. But her lawyers had advised it, and she’d had to concede that they knew best.

  At last, she arose from bed, stretched her arms, and took a minute to rub coconut oil over her swollen belly. Next, she waddled to her closet, which had become a daily battleground. It was a pity, actually; she used to take such comfort in running her hands across the soft silks and linens, watching the colors dance around one another.

  Sure, she’d gone out and bought maternity wear—it wasn’t as if she were walking around naked—but it was hard to convince herself to look cute when she felt like crap. Either her feet hurt, or her boobs ached, or her back was sore…whatever it was, it meant putting on a nice outfit had begun to feel as futile as fitting back into her old clothes.

  She’d bought a special outfit for today, though. Her mom had advised that Heidi underscore her beatific pregnancy to gain compassion from the jury. And Heidi had to admit, as much as the pregnancy had made her feel physically uncomfortable, it also seemed to transform her into an angelic-looking being.

  Her auburn hair, which had always been shiny, had started to bounce and gleam. Her skin radiated warmth with its newfound peachy undertones. Her face had become a little fuller, and it suited her well. In short, she looked the image of youthful health—even if she didn’t always feel it.

  With that in mind, she donned the cap-sleeved maxi dress in white linen that flowed over her stomach and pooled in waves around her feet. She had gone a bit literal with the Biblical imagery, but she was past caring. She braided the front sections of her hair and tied them back around her head to create a crown effect. Twirling in the mirror, she looked like an angel about to ascend.

  Heidi stopped and put her hand on her stomach.

  “Wish me luck,” she said to the child inside her.

  She floated down the stairs, and found her parents waiting a
nxiously in the kitchen. Tom was making pancakes with strawberries while Dina did a final read-through of some legal documents.

  “Wowza, my daughter’s a vision,” her dad crowed. Wiping his hands off on his apron, he moved towards her, arms outstretched.

  “Come on, Dad,” she said with a laugh, “I’m wearing all white. We both know you’re too clumsy to hug me without staining anything.”

  He opened his mouth as if to disagree, when Dina interjected.

  “How about I hug her, and say it’s from the both of us?”

  Tom relented, and Dina wrapped her daughter in her arms.

  “It’s gonna be fine, sweetie,” she whispered into Heidi’s ear while rubbing her back. “Just fine.”

  Heidi nodded, putting on a strong front. She pulled out of the hug.

  “Pancake time?” she asked hopefully.

  They sat down around the kitchen table and dug in. Heidi ate three servings, maple syrup and all; pregnancy was hungry work. At last, she wiped her mouth with a napkin, and turned to look at the microwave clock.

  “I think it’s time to go,” she said quietly.

  Wordlessly and in perfect unison, her parents stood. Tom grabbed the dishes and placed them in the sink, while Dina snatched the car keys from the living room.

  Only minutes later, they were piled into the family SUV, which had been around since Heidi was in high school. She felt a bit like a child now, the way she automatically sat in the back while the ‘grown-ups’ were in front.

  Even as I’m on my way to court to settle with my ex-lover, the father of my child, she thought with wonder, I still feel like a kid.

  The universe was funny like that.

  Soon—too soon—they had pulled up to the courthouse. She looked out her window and saw her lawyers waiting on the steps. One gave a nervous little wave.

  “Do you see any paparazzi?” she asked her parents, craning her neck.

  “No, dear, why would there be paparazzi?” her mother replied.

  She shook her head. Her parents’ nonexistent grasp on celebrity culture was impossible to surmount. Reluctantly, she opened the door and exited the vehicle, making her way up the steps to greet her legal team.

  “Hey guys,” she said vaguely, too stressed to come up with a more sophisticated greeting.

  They all anxiously chattered around her like a flock of birds, assuring her many times that there was nothing to be worried about. She reassured them half a dozen times that she was feeling okay, that she didn’t regret this decision. Nobody said you had to be honest with your lawyers.

  Together with her parents and the legal team, Heidi strode into the court house. This wasn’t a New York courthouse; for all that Orlando had developed, its institutional buildings remained unimpressive. The paint was peeling, and the ceiling had cracks. It felt like more like a dingy city college than a place of law.

  Was this where she was to have her final encounter with Bradley? On stained carpet, under bad lighting? How could such a (fleetingly) glorious relationship end with so little beauty or importance?

  Heidi scanned the rooms, looking for number 107. It was at the end of the hallway, next to some rusty water fountains. She grimaced and pushed open the doors, her less-than-glamorous entourage in tow.

  In the middle of the room was Gary, looking like he was out for blood.

  “Fuck you,” she muttered under her breath. Part of her hoped he would hear it.

  Her former boss was flanked on both sides by a group of mean-looking attorneys—neat, vicious images in perfectly tailored suits and impeccable crew cuts. She knew the type: ex-frat boys. All of them wore flashy cufflinks and slightly too-short ties. Her party, in contrast, looked mild-mannered, middle-aged and friendly. Not exactly the right team with which to oppose a pack of wolves.

  But that didn’t mean they were any good at their job. After all, Gary’s team were the sort who had sailed through college and law school on cocaine and veiled bribes to teachers. More often than not, they were all flash, no substance.

  Or so she hoped.

  She felt a pair of hands on her shoulders, and turned to see her mother, smiling optimistically.

  “It’s almost over,” Dina whispered. “You’ve been so strong, honey.” She hugged her daughter and added, “And ignore those dicks in the weirdly tight pants.”

  Heidi laughed openly, and the wolf pack turned to stare her down with narrowed eyes. She didn’t care; her mom was right. It was almost over. And that was a sad thought, but her life couldn’t keep going on as it was.

  The judge, a woman in who looked to be her early sixties, banged the gavel.

  “Are both parties ready to begin?”

  “Yes, your honor,” replied Heidi.

  “Yup,” Gary said.

  Even in court, he had the arrogant air of entitlement about him. He talked like a guy who already had a win in the bag.

  The judge eyed them. “Very well.”

  She paused, reviewing a sheaf of notes on her podium.

  “I’ll outline the intended proceedings of the court. Each party will have the opportunity to present their case. Parties are herewith to be identified as Ms. Morris, the defendant, and Mr. Hummel, the plaintiff. After the presentation, I will meet with Ms. Morris and Mr. Hummel individually. We will attempt to reach a settlement by the end of the business day, defined as five p.m. Eastern Standard Time. The settlement must be acceptable by both parties. Are there any questions?”

  Heidi and Gary shook their heads.

  “Very good, then we may—”

  In the middle of her sentence, she stopped abruptly. Everyone in the courtroom tilted their heads and furrowed their brows. Was that—? Yes. The distinct sound of running footsteps, a muffled shout.

  The judge turned sharply to a nearby security guard.

  “Ralph,” she said calmly, “can you please go investigate?”

  The man nodded and began bumbling towards the exit. Just then, the door swung open, and in its frame stood a breathless Bradley Fox.

  For only a moment, he locked eyes with Heidi. She gripped her stomach, and thinking she might faint, sat down on the bench behind her. A tall desk loomed in front of her, throwing shade on her belly and obscuring it from sight.

  Could it be? she thought wildly. Is he really here, in the flesh?

  But she knew this wasn’t a dream—it was reality. And so far, it looked like it might be a good one.

  “Bradley,” she said in an even voice, “what are you doing here?”

  “Yes,” interrupted the judge, obviously displeased at the lack of decorum in her court. “What are you doing here, Mr. Fox?”

  Bradley was about to open his mouth when she continued.

  “Never mind. Don’t tell me. Just exit my courtroom quietly, and I won’t have you arrested for disruption of the peace.”

  He’d arrived with a flurry of security on his tail, probably trying to stop him from running through a federal building like a mad man. One brave soul attempted to hand-cuff him, then, taking another look at Bradley’s towering frame, thought better of it. Bradley remained firmly planted.

  “Bailiff,” the judge began, voice dripping with annoyance. “Mr. Fox doesn’t appear to be moving anywhere. Please show him out.”

  The bailiff, as intimidated as the rest of the guards, moved cautiously towards Bradley. Bradley held up one large hand, indicating that he had better stop. The bailiff halted and swiveled his head to shoot a pleading look at the judge, as if to say, ‘Please don’t make me fight the best athlete in the country.’

  “I have new evidence, your honor,” Bradley said with a polite restraint. He tried to look her full in the face, but couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off Heidi. “It’s relevant to the impending settlement.”

  The judge sighed. “Mr. Fox, I’m kindly asking you to—”

  “No,” Bradley interrupted. “Not until I say my piece.”

  She threw up her hands. “Fine. Say what you will, but make it quick.”

>   Bradley took a breath, and walked to the front of the room so that he could address her and both parties. Heidi felt her heart going a mile a minute, and was glad she’d taken a seat.

  “I’d like to take the court back to a few months ago,” he said. “I was wondering how Heidi—Ms. Morris—was doing. I felt badly about how I had left things between us, and I wanted to make it right.”

  He averted his eyes in shame. Heidi’s heart leapt higher into her throat.

  “So, against the advice of my lawyers, I began trying to contact her. No such luck. I tried social media, the telephone company, her old apartment, everything. I exhausted one resource after another. I began to wonder if she had simply dropped off the face of the Earth, and barely resisted the urge to hire a private eye. Don’t wanna look too crazy,” he added with a wink.

  “But then, then I started to wonder. This all felt…wrong. I was reevaluating the circumstances, and decided that it might be prudent to investigate the catalyst for these proceedings. In other words, I went back to the tape.”

  He didn’t need to explain what he meant by the tape. Everyone in the room was well-acquainted with the precipitating incident. Heidi guessed that about half of them had been forced to watch it to prep for the case, and the other half…well, the other half had probably watched it for fun.

  “Upon watching it for the first time, I noticed something odd. The girl in the video didn’t seem aware that there was a camera. Never once did she look in the direction of the filming device either to turn it on or to make sure that it was still taping. This gave me what I can only call a hunch, so I followed up on it.

  “I went to my bedroom, where the tape was filmed, and using pictures of the camera angles from the film, I figured out which wall it would’ve been mounted on. It was my bookshelf, which is bursting with stacks of graphic novels, mostly. The perfect place to hide a small recording device.

  “I began to take each book out, one by one, until I was two-thirds of the way down the shelf. I pulled out one large hardcover, and thought it looked unfamiliar. I opened it, and found that it was hollowed out, and that there was a camera in the middle. A hole had been drilled in the spine through which the camera could record.”