Suddenly she paled and her face became covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. “Adonis... I don’t feel so well.”
***
It was like a scene from a medical-emergency show on television. Donnie rang for the nurse. When the charge nurse saw Angelique’s pallor and labored breathing, she quickly flipped back the blanket and sheet that covered Angelique and revealed a pool of blood on the pad underneath her. She pulled the emergency cord that would place a STAT page.
“Mr. Cochran, I need to ask you to leave, we’ve got to get your wife back into surgery,” she said urgently.
He had no time to react as the highly skilled personnel rushed Angelique from the room. He followed the cart out the door and was again rebuffed by a capable nurse.
“Mr. Cochran, it will be fine. They’re trained to give your wife the best possible care and they’ll have her fixed up and in recovery in no time. Have faith, Mr. Cochran, it will be fine.”
Donnie collapsed in the only chair in the room and leaned forward with his hands covering his face. Adam entered the room to find him that way.
“Donnie, what happened? Where’s Angelique?”
“She’s in surgery. She started bleeding and they had to take her in. Adam, if she doesn’t make it, I don’t know what I’ll do. This is wrong, Adam, it’s just wrong. She wanted our baby so much and she worked so hard, this can’t be happening, it can’t be.”
Adam grasped his brother’s shoulder and told him not to worry. “It’s going to be fine, Donnie, she’s young and healthy, she’s got to be fine. Come on, let’s find the family, they’re down at the nursery drooling over my niece. Let’s go, Donnie,” he urged, “you need to be with family right now.”
In a relatively short time, Donnie was in the surgical waiting area surrounded by his family. They had all prayed together and were just waiting to hear about Angelique’s condition. Finally, die doctor came to speak to Donnie. He took him into a private area to give him the news.
“You wife is going to be just fine, Mr. Cochran. We were able to stop the bleeding, which was a result of the toxemia. She should be able to have more children, too; I don’t want you to think this means she’ll be barren, or that’s she’s too delicate for more babies. She’ll probably be better off with cesareans from now on, but we can talk about that at length once she’s fully recovered. In the meantime, you look like you could use a hot shower and a shave. Why don’t you go home for a while, she’ll be in recovery for another hour or so before she comes back to her room,” he said.
“Besides, I don’t think you need to worry about her being alone; you have the most devoted family I’ve ever seen and I’ve been doing this for a long time. I’ll be in to see her later today.”
Donnie shook the doctor’s hand and returned gratefully to the family.
“She’s going to be fine,” he said with a shaky smile, “just fine.”
***
Lisette entered the bedroom, looking fantastic as she always did to her husband. She was wearing a red silk charmeuse chemise and a matching robe and she was carrying a carafe of wine and one wineglass. Humming softly, she set the carafe and the glass on the round table on her side of the bed and smiled at Warren as she removed the robe and laid it neatly across her vanity chair. He returned the smile, although he questioned the single glass.
“Don’t I get any? Or are you going to make me drink out of the bottle?” he asked
She didn’t answer him at first; she merely sat on the edge of the bed and removed her little red backless slippers. Then she slid under the covers and nestled closed to his side.
“We’re going to share a glass, darling. That’s much more romantic, don’t you think? So much has gone on lately, I think we need to relax and be grateful for all our good fortune. Angel has had her beautiful baby and she and Donnie have straightened out all their difficulties. And we have each other, which is to me the most wonderful thing in the world.”
“I think you’re right, honey.” He reached for her and for a few moments there was nothing but the sounds two passionate lovers make when kissing.
Lisette sighed with satisfaction as she stroked Warren’s big, broad chest, covered with silky black hair. “You are so sexy it drives me mad” she whispered “I think about you all day. When we’re together like this it makes me so very happy, my love. I’m so glad you’re mine.”
“When you talk like that it drives me crazy, Lisette,” he growled as he deftly removed the slinky gown from her pliant body. “You can get anything you want from me. You know that, don’t you?”
She purred with satisfaction as she turned in his arms to straddle his powerful thighs. “Anything I want? That’s good to know, darling, because there is something I want. I’ll tell you what I want next Christmas, Warren. I want to give you something precious, because I love you. I want to have your baby, a strong sturdy little boy with your beautiful smile, your strength and your spirit. May I have that gift?”
Just before he consumed her with passion, Warren managed to say, “If that’s what you want, honey, that’s what I want to give you. I love you, Lisette.”
***
Like everything else that involved Donnie and Angelique, the baby’s homecoming was unique. Donnie had procured another limousine to bring the two most important people in his life home without incident. He carried them into the house as though they were made of the finest crystal. While Lillian held her newest grandchild, Donnie got Angelique settled on her chaise. Angelique smiled at her handsome, devoted husband and stroked his cheek.
“You’ve got to stop doing this, Adonis. I can walk, you know, and I’m not on any kind of restriction. I just have to take it easy for a couple of days and then I’m good to go,” she said fondly.
Donnie took her hand in his and kissed her fingers while he looked deeply into her eyes. “Just so you understand, I’m going to be taking care of you and Lily Rose for the rest of my life, so get used to it. I’m not going to smother you, but you have to allow me to indulge you. You must grant me this, my Angel.”
Lillian still couldn’t get over the thrill of holding her daughter’s child. When Donnie and Angelique had finally revealed the baby’s name, there were tears from both sides of the family. They named her Lillian Rose Bennett Cochran, after both their mothers. Angelique’s mother and Donnie’s late mother shared the same first name, and Bennett was Lillian Cochran’s maiden name. They called her Lily Rose, and it was a perfectly appropriate name, for she was a true beauty.
“I think it’s time for this little one to eat,” Lillian said happily as she brought the baby to Angelique.
Angelique quickly prepared to nurse her and took her in the crook of her arm. She smiled down at her innocent bun-die of joy and reveled in the sharp tug that always preceded a good feeding. She had no idea that anything could be as fulfilling as breast-feeding, and she made a mental note to let Lisette, Paris, and Nicole know it was the only way to go.
“While you’re feeding the baby, I’m going to get you some lunch, dear,” Lillian said as she left the room.
Donnie built a fire and made sure it was drawing properly before coming to join his wife and daughter. There was a big ottoman nearby and he sat down on it, smiling as he listened to the song his wife was singing to Lily Rose. With all the decorations lit and the scent of the pine filling the house, the fire crackling and a light snow falling, she was softly singing, “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” to her newborn daughter. Angelique reached out for Donnie and smiled when he leaned over and kissed her. She stroked the side of his face and suddenly grabbed his earlobe.
“Just remember, darling, if you ever tell me another lie, I won’t be responsible for what happens. If you think I was mean when I was Evilene, just try telling me another whopper like the ring story.”
Donnie laughed at the determination on her face. They had discussed the disastrous ring fiasco and Donnie had apologized profusely and sincerely. He’d also returned the ring and purchased an as
tounding peridot necklace and earrings for Angelique, as well as a pearl starter necklace for Lily Rose.
He gently removed her hand from his ear and kissed her fingers. “I’ll never tell you anything that isn’t true again, my Angel. You mean far too much to me. And besides that, I’m too afraid of you to try it.”
It was Angelique’s turn to laugh fondly at her husband. She held up her left hand and admired her ring again. “Adonis, this has been a very big year. This time last year I couldn’t remember why Christmas was so wonderful. I felt all alone, unhappy, just lost. Now I have my beautiful baby, my beautiful husband, and I remember why Christmas is the season of miracles. I’ve had more than my share of miracles this year, and more happiness than I deserve. I love you so much, Adonis, it’s going to take a lifetime to show you.” They leaned toward each other for a gentle, tender kiss.
“I love you, my Angel. You’re my miracle, you and Lily Rose. And this is a lifetime I look forward to sharing with you. Thank you for loving me, baby.”
“The pleasure is all mine, for always.”
Epilogue
The house was filled with the sounds and smells of the holiday. Christmas carols were drifting from the stereo, the game room was filled with assorted Cochran nieces and nephews, Jordan and Pippen were snoozing in front of the fire and there were friends and family all around. Angelique had never felt so content in her life. Everyone had come to have brunch with the new family, and, despite her mother’s protest, she had felt energetic enough to help with the preparations.
“But, Mama, I have to start doing more and moving around more or I’ll never have my energy back,” Angelique pointed out. “You can’t be up here forever. I’ve got to get back on my feet completely.”
“Just don’t rush it, Angelique. There’s no hurry; you’re not in a race, you know.”
“I know, Mama, but I’m going to tell you a secret. I want to start working on our Christmas present. I still can’t believe it, you know.”
In an act that continued to stun both her and Donnie, Big Benny had given them his gift over their Christmas Eve dinner. He presented them with the deed to the house in Palmer Park and announced that he and Martha were moving into a condo.
“Are you kidding, Daddy?” had been Angelique’s response to the gift.
Benny’s eyes had twinkled at her and he assured her that he was not. “We want to scale down our lifestyle and we want to keep the house in the family. And this house is getting a little crowded for you.”
They had reiterated this idea when they came over after church for Christmas brunch.
“We just don’t want the upkeep of a big house anymore. This will be so much better for the both of us; we’ll be able to travel more and just relax without having to maintain that gigantic place,” Martha told her.
“You children need a bigger place and I never wanted that house to leave the family. It’s yours with my blessing,” Benny said as he cuddled Lily Rose. “This is a magnificent baby. She gets prettier every time I see her.” She rewarded him with a tiny grimace that could have been a smile or a little gas.
After Angelique was finally shooed out of the kitchen permanently, she went to shower and change into something festive in which to greet their guests. Donnie was on the bed, lying on his back with his arms crossed behind his head.
She smiled. “There you are. I’ve been missing you,” she whispered as she cuddled up next to him.
“I can’t have that, my darling. How are you feeling?”
“Perfect. Absolutely perfect. How are you feeling?”
Donnie sat up and braced himself against the headboard, bringing Angelique with him so that his body supported her. “I’m feeling very humble, Angel. I’m feeling grateful for my wife, my baby, my family and my friends. And I’m thinking about A.J., too,” he admitted.
Angelique understood completely. A.J. had come over early on Christmas Eve to visit Angelique and bring her and the baby presents. The best gift of all was the portrait he’d taken of Donnie, Angelique, and Lily Rose. A week or so before Christmas he’d brought over a professional backdrop for their session. They dressed in off-white so that at last Lillian would have her complete set of family pictures. A.J. had had a difficult time posing them, as Donnie kept looking at Angelique instead of the camera. But he promised them they would have something beautiful and memorable and that’s just what he gave them. The baby was wide awake, her big eyes staring curiously into the lens. Angelique was leaning against Donnie with her eyes slightly closed and Donnie was kissing her temple, oblivious to any onlookers. They looked serenely and supremely happy and in love. A.J. had given the portrait to Angelique and watched in satisfaction as her cheeks flushed pink and her eyes flooded with tears.
“All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, Angel. I think I got my wish. You’re an exceptional woman, one of a kind. And that’s a remarkable baby you made, she’s just what I would have expected of you. Be happy always, Angel.” He’d kissed her on the forehead and left shortly afterward.
Angelique was still in awe of his generous gift. “That was a wonderful thing he did for us, wasn’t it? A J. has meant so much to me, I’m glad you two have started to get along. He’s my best friend Adonis, I’d hate to lose him.”
“You never will on my account, Angel. He’s a good man. We’ll be friends one day, I’m sure,” he promised.
They were quiet for a few minutes, enjoying their closeness. Angelique finally broke into their reverie with a confession. “I have to tell you something. I’ve been mousing around for the past few days and it suddenly dawned on me that your dad wanted me to tell you this, or he wouldn’t have told me. He knows I’m not going to keep any secrets from you.”
Donnie raised an eyebrow and grinned. “That sounds like Pop all right. So what is it you have to tell me?”
Angelique related the story Big Benny had told her on the day he’d sat with her. When she finished, Donnie looked as dazed as she had.
“So what are we supposed to do now?” she asked.
“I don’t think we have a choice, Angel. But we’re not doing anything until after the wedding. Once we get back from our honeymoon, we’ll start on it then.” He looked at her with great love and tenderness.
“Until then,” he smiled and picked up the remote for the CD player, “let’s just have a merry Christmas, my Angel.”
With a flick of his thumb, the room was filled with the sound of her most beloved songs and she relaxed in the arms of her most beloved husband. “Merry Christmas to you, too, Adonis. This is just the beginning of a lifetime of them, you know.”
His eyes filled with love for her as he agreed. “A lifetime of love.”
Table of Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
Part One
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
Part Two
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Epilogue
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