Destined to Love (Starting Over Trilogy Book 3)

by Brenda Kennedy

  “Oh, it is. I had no idea how talented you are,” I say, looking over at Vincenzo.

  “At one time I would have stained it; but now they say that the fumes from the stain are bad for the baby. I like the natural wood color,” he says, swinging the cradle again.

  “I love it just like it is; I think it’s perfect.”

  Mason clears his throat and asks, “Has Vincent called yet?”

  “Hi, Mason. He called and said they’ll be ready at three.”

  I look at my watch, “I better get busy.”

  I head into the nursery and get a clean cradle-sized sheet from the dresser with a soft blue blanket. I go to the cradle and wind up the small music box again. After making the bed, I re-position the cradle so it will be perfect for them to view upon entry into the bedroom. Everyone leaves, and Mason walks up behind me and hums, “Jesus Loves Me.” I stand and lean back into him. I love his singing and move slightly side to side with the music.

  “We could have this as ‘our song’ at our wedding,” he laughs.

  I turn around to face him, “As much as I love this song, we need something a little more romantic. I was hoping you would sing to me at our wedding.”

  He laughs, “So you can insult me again? Never. What was that you said earlier? I sounded like I was making racket and was off key?”

  “It was racket and you were off key,” I lie. “We are getting married at nighttime so you’ll have time to condition your throat or voice, or whatever it is people condition.”

  “Mmm, I do like the song ‘Brickhouse’ by the Commodores. Have you ever heard it? With practice I may be able….”

  “Oh, no, you don’t. Don’t even joke about that.” I laugh.

  “Would I do that to you?”

  “Um, yeah. Yeah, I do believe you would. Don’t you have someone to pick up at the hospital?”

  Mason leans down to kiss me before he leaves. “I do need to get going. I’ll be home shortly with the Salvatore family.”

  “Drive safely and hurry. I can’t wait to get my hands on Arturo.”

  Mason smiles and walks out the room singing “Brickhouse” by the Commodores.

  I laugh and he looks back at me and winks before he disappears down the hallway.

  Mason gets the base of the car seat fastened correctly in the center of the backseat of Vincent’s truck. Sara, Sylvia, and Donovan pull up and Donovan rides to the hospital with Mason. Everyone else stays behind and gets the house and some food ready for Arturo’s homecoming. Selena and Doris strategically places hand sanitizer throughout the house. Good thinking.

  Sara and I do a walkthrough of the house and it looks amazing. Hard to believe we did all this in a matter of two days. It’s wonderful to have so many people pitching in to help. I am so blessed to be part of this amazing group of people, of this family. I look at my watch.

  “We should start getting the food ready.”

  “I think they already did that,” Sara says as she walks down the stairs with me.

  I hear a truck pull up outside and my heart begins to beat a little faster. I am so excited to see them.

  “Oh, my God, they are already here,” Sara squeals.

  I run down the stairs, trying to keep up with Sara. The front door is already standing open. We walk out onto the front porch to join everyone already out there. Everyone is smiling and waving as the truck stops. The grandfathers are already in the yard waiting to assist Brea and carry her suitcase.

  John helps Brea get out of the tall truck. She is wearing sweat pants and a tee shirt. She looks amazing. Her red hair is in a high ponytail and she has her makeup done perfectly. She stands tall and waits for John to get the baby out of the truck. Vincent takes the baby from John, and they walk up the front porch together. I stand there with my mouth open.

  “What’s wrong with you?”

  “Nothing, you look amazing.”

  “Thanks, I feel great.”

  “That didn’t hurt?”

  “What? Birth?”

  “Yeah, birth.”

  “Oh, that hurt like a bitch. Vincent will be lucky if we ever share a bed together again. But we do have an amazing son out of it.”

  Laughing, I follow her inside.

  “Wow, this place looks amazing. I was shocked when Mason said we were coming here.”

  Vincent and Brea look around and smile.

  “This is amazing. You guys must have worked non-stop to get everything done on time. Vincent and I can’t thank you enough,” Brea says, wiping the tears from her cheek.

  “Please tell me you didn’t bring Vincent’s nasty recliner.” Brea looks around the house.

  “Sure did, we put it in his mancave.” Mason laughs.

  Vincent turns around, “Mancave, I have a mancave? Hell, yeah!” He grins.

  “Vincent, you do not have a mancave,” Brea says sternly.

  “Brea, this house is twice as big as our other one. Most of what I didn’t get rid of before you moved in, you got rid of when you got there. All I want is a room: one room and my chair. You can have the rest of the house to do with as you wish.”

  “One room and your stinky chair stays in there.”

  Vincent walks over and hugs her, “That is why I love you.”

  He thought, I’m glad Brea doesn’t know about my collection of vintage Ramones tee shirts and torn blue jeans. I’ll start wearing them soon, I hope … after Brea stops being embarrassed when I hear her fart.

  “Do you want to see the nursery?” I ask Brea, excitedly.

  “You had time to do the nursery?”

  “I’ve been working on it for a few days. Vincent wanted it done, first.”

  She looks up at Vincent, “You did?”

  He winks at her. “I wanted our son to have a place to sleep, and I didn’t want you to worry about getting it ready.”

  “Let’s go see it. I haven’t seen what it looks like yet,” Vincent says, looking at Brea.

  “I hope you like it. I think I may have maxed out your credit card. The last transaction declined,” I say.

  Vincent stops dead in his tracks and his face falls.

  I walk past him. “Come on, I’m just kidding.”

  Vincent kisses the baby and hands the baby off to Vincenzo before we walk up the stairs. Mason and I wait while Vincent and Brea walk into the master bedroom first.

  “This is our room. I want to see the nursery first,” Brea says softly.

  Vincent opens the door and turns on the light. Mason and I follow behind them. The handmade cradle is beside the bed. Brea lets out a cry and Vincent walks her over to it.

  “Did your Dad do this?” she asks, sitting on the edge of the bed and rocking the cradle side to side.

  “He did.” Vincent reaches inside and turns the music box on. It plays “Jesus Loves Me” and she cries again.

  Mason wraps his arm around me and holds me to him. I rest my hand on his shoulder and watch Brea and Vincent. They are so sweet together. He touches her gingerly as she cries.

  “It’s all right, cupcake.”

  “Is that grandma’s music box?”

  “Your Mom wanted Arturo to have it.”

  Brea sniffles and continues to cry.

  “Do you want to see the nursery?” Vincent asks.

  “I thought this was the surprise. Vincent, I want Arturo to sleep in here with us. If his nursery is down the hall, that will be too far away. I won’t hear him cry all the way down there.”

  Vincent stands and takes Brea’s hands without saying a word. She stands as she clings to him. They walk the short distance around the corner of the room to the sitting area. Mason and I follow quietly.

  Vincent opens the door and turn on the light switch. The pale blue lamp with the sailboat lampshade gives the room a soft glow. The baby bed is placed on the left side of the room with the changing table beside it. To the right corner of the room is a white plush oversized rocking chair and ottoman. Above the large bay window is a pale blue valance with more s
ailboats. The window was left untreated, as Vincent requested. He wanted the baby to have a view of the wooded land and wildlife behind the house. The baby bedding is also done in sailboats along with a matching mobile. Brea walks over and winds the mobile up. It plays “Jesus Loves Me.” I look up at Mason and he shrugs. That isn’t the song it played when I bought it. Brea starts to cry and Vincent holds her. She walks around the room looking at all the pictures of her and Vincent in the picture frames that are scattered around the room. There are even some pictures of Arturo that Vincent took.

  Brea turns around and hugs me. “I love it! I love everything!”

  “Good, I was afraid you wouldn’t. Maybe it wasn’t childish enough or young enough for him.”

  “Are you kidding, the way Vincent loves to sail? This is perfect.”

  Mason

  The next couple weeks Angel fills in at the insurance company while Brea is on maternity leave. She also meets with Marilyn, her new client, a few times a week and stores specialty items in the garage that comes in for Marilyn’s lanai. The renovation needs to be completed in three weeks. Angel stresses about making the deadline, although everything she has ordered has arrived on time.

  The condo sold, so I will be closing on that next week. Madison got more than I expected out of it, so I couldn’t be happier. I am also glad it sold in such a short amount of time.

  Brea, Vincent, and Arturo mostly stay home. Her sisters and parents have returned to Ohio so Brea and Vincent are trying to get into a routine as a family. We have stopped over with dinner a few times and occasionally call to offer support.

  Tonight Angel and I are meeting Sara, Donovan, and Emma, who is the new girl at the insurance company, at Geicko’s for dinner and drinks. Angel likes Emma and is excited for me to meet her.

  “Are you sure this looks all right?” Angel asks, walking into the kitchen.

  I look up at her; she is adjusting the sleeves on her shirt. She is wearing jeans, a white blouse, and heels. Her hair is long and straight; red lipstick and gold hoop earrings complete her outfit.

  “What?” she asks.

  I blink a few times; I didn’t realize I was staring.

  “I’m changing.”

  “Wait, why?”

  “Because you are just looking at me, that’s why.”

  I down the rest of my Scotch and walk over to her.

  “Beauty,” I say, cupping her face in my hands. “I was staring at you because you are unbelievably beautiful.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “I didn’t say anything because how do you tell someone they are the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?”

  She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck. She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me. “You always know exactly what to say. Thank you.”

  I lift her off the ground and kiss her back. “I only speak the truth. You are beautiful.”

  We are the first to arrive at the restaurant, and we decide to sit at a highball table in the bar. The music is low as we order our drinks. Angel decides on a mint mohito and I have a Corona with lime. We sip our drinks and Angel fills me in on Emma. She tells me that Emma is a single mom of a four-year-old son and that she lives in a small house in Sarasota. Angel says that Emma is a single mom who doesn’t date or get out much. Other than work, she is completely devoted to her son. I find it difficult to speak and just nod.

  I have never asked about the new girl in Sara and Brea’s office before. When I finally find my voice, I ask about Emma’s family. I learn that her mother and father live in the area; that was the only information Angel had.

  Angel stands and waves at a small petite blond entering the front door. She is wearing jeans, a tee shirt, and sandals. When the woman sees Angel, she smiles and waves back. I stand and wait for the two to say their hellos. Angel walks Emma to the table and introduces us. We all sit and Emma orders a glass of white wine. I sit back and listen while Angel and Emma talk. Angel tries to include me in the conversation every now and then.

  I look at the front door and see a colleague of mine walk in: Alec Collins. Alec was Angel’s doctor when she was in the hospital. He sees me and smiles before walking over in our direction. I stand and we shake hands. I introduce him to Angel and Emma as if he and Angel have never met. He remembers Angel but Angel, of course, doesn’t remember him. It’s a story for another time. He doesn’t say anything and I know he understands.

  I wave to the bartender to get Alec a drink and for another round of drinks for us.

  I notice Alec look over at the girls a few times. I’m not sure if he’s looking at Emma, or at Angel. The last time he saw Angel she was battered and beaten.

  “Alec, why don’t you join us for dinner?’ Angel asks.

  I think she may be playing matchmaker, but it’s too soon to tell. I see Emma look at her watch, but she doesn’t say anything. I also look at my phone for the time. Sara and Donovan are already late.

  He looks at Angel and then stares at Emma. “I only came in for a drink, but dinner sounds great. Are you sure?” he asks, looking at Emma.

  Angel smiles and says, “We would love for you to stay.”

  I sit across from Angel and Alec sits across from Emma. Sara and Donovan walk in all giddy. Alec and I stand until they reach our table.

  “Sorry we’re late. Sara started drinking early and didn’t want to leave the house.”

  Sara hugs Emma, then Angel. Donovan pulls a chair out for Sara and she sits down. Donovan winks at her before sitting beside her at the round highball table. After they order their drinks, we look over the menu and decide on dinner. I made sure the bartender knew to put everything on one check. I have no idea what Emma’s financial status is, but if I can lighten her load, I will.

  We order dinner and Emma orders a side salad and soup. Because she is a single mother, I’m sure her finances are tight. I look at the appetizers and order several different ones. Angel looks at me.

  “I’m hungry.”

  We all talk about Brea and Vincent’s baby, the insurance business, and the hospital. Alec tells us they have been extremely busy. Angel looks over at Alec and I think it has registered, she knows him. He tips his beer bottle towards her, nods, and continues talking. Emma talks about working with Sara and Brea but doesn’t mention a husband or her son.

  We eat and have a great time together. We say our goodbyes and head home.

  While driving home, Angel asks, “I know Alec, don’t I?”

  “He was your doctor when you were in Intensive Care.”

  “He’s a friend of yours?”

  “He was my colleague at the hospital. I like him, but I have never associated with him outside of work before now. I’m not sure ‘friend’ is a word I would use.”

  “I like him. We should invite him to our wedding.”

  “We can do that.” I look over at her and smile.

  “You’re planning something. Does it have to do with Emma?”

  “Maybe.”

  Angel

  “Mason, come on, they’re here,” I yell, rushing to the front door. I open the door and wait on the porch for Vincent and Brea to get the baby from the back of the truck. I am so excited. This is the first night for us to babysit. Vincent wants a date night with Brea and Mason, and I get to babysit. Mason stands behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.

  “Do you think they brought enough diapers?” Mason whispers in my ear. We watch as Vincent grabs a very large diaper bag from the back seat. “Arturo seems to be a poop machine.”

  I whisper back, “All babies are.”

  I open the door wide for Brea and wider for Vincent to walk through. He is carrying Arturo in a baby carrier and has the diaper bag slung over his left shoulder.

  Vincent sets the baby down near the couch, and I sit in the rocking chair. Brea hands me the baby, and I automatically smell him. He smells so good.

  “There are diapers, wipes, burp cloths, a couple changes of clothes, and some bottles in the insulated pouches. Make sure you change his diaper every
hour and feed him every two hours. The bottles are filled with breast milk, so make sure Mason doesn’t taste it.”

  “Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. And why would you think I would taste your breast milk?”

  “Sometimes people taste it to check the temperature of the milk. Just put some on your wrist to check the temperature.”

  “Don’t worry,” Mason says while walking over to stand near Vincent.

  I cuddle the baby and inhale him again.

  “Vincent, I’m not sure I can leave him yet,” Brea says, sitting on the couch near the rocking chair.

  Vincent walks over and kneels down in front of her. “Cupcake, it’s just for a couple hours. I just want some alone time with my girl. Just you and me, alone; just the two of us.” He lifts her head gently with his fingers so she can see him. “Just you and me.”

  “Ok, two hours?”

  “No more, I promise. They are our friends and they will care for him as we would. I just want some alone time with you, with no interruptions.” He leans in and kisses her sweetly.

  She nods and stands up. They both kiss the baby before leaving. Mason closes the door after them and has a sour look on his face.

  “What’s wrong with you?”

  “I’m still thinking about what Brea said about me tasting her breast milk. I actually prefer beer. May I hold him?” Mason says, holding his hands out for Arturo.

  I rearrange the baby and hand him to Mason. Mason sits on the couch, removes the blanket from the baby, and holds him out so he can see him better. Mason smiles and kisses Arturo on his forehead before turning him over. Mason looks at him, feels his spine, and turns him back around.

  “Mason, are you assessing him or holding him?”

  “I’m just holding him.” Mason touches his head and feels his intelligence bump.

  I stand up and remove a diaper, a burp cloth, wipes, and a bottle from the diaper bag.

  “It looks like you are assessing him to me. Here, let me have him, he’s fine.”

  Mason wraps him back up in the soft blue blanket and hands him back to me. “He sure is.” Mason kisses the baby on the forehead before handing him to me.

  I change him then feed him. Mason sits on the couch and watches. He usually has a beer or a Scotch by now but tonight he is drinking water. Mason’s phone dings that he has an incoming text. He pulls his phone from his back pocket and laughs. “It’s Vincent, Brea went to the restroom and he’s checking on Junior,” Mason says as he replies.