Taking A Chance On Mr. Wrong (Taking Chances On Love Book 2)

by Liwen Y. Ho

  She buried her face in his chest and allowed her tears to fall freely, dampening the front of his hospital gown. The stress from the previous day fell away as she allowed herself to collapse in his arms. As the minutes passed, the tender kisses he placed on her head filled her with peace. She let out a shaky breath and lifted her eyes to meet his. “I don’t deserve this.”

  “Deserve what?”

  “You. I took you for granted. I was so unsure of us. I didn’t tell my parents about you or stand up for you at Christmas dinner. You were right. I wasn’t true to you. I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s okay, Mel. I realize now that dating me puts you between a rock and a hard place. There’s no easy way about it. From now on, let’s be honest with each other. We’re on the same team. We’ll figure it out together.”

  Melanie nodded. “I want to be honest with you, too. I should have told you earlier … The reason I haven’t been answering your texts and calls for the past few days is because I was in Las Vegas.”

  “What were you doing in Vegas? Wait, wasn’t that where Ming said he was performing?”

  “I went to go talk to him. It was something I needed to do in person. You don’t need to worry. Nothing happened,” she reassured him, “besides me giving him a slice of my mind.”

  “I think you mean a piece of your mind. Good for you. I’m glad you were able to speak up for yourself.” His dimples peeked out with his smile. “It’s okay. I get why you had to go. You went there to find closure. You needed to make peace with the past before you could move forward.”

  She pondered his words in silence. He was right. After the trip, she had finally been ready to let go of the past. Unfortunately, those memories returned to haunt her again last night. “I did. And speaking of the past, there’s something you need to know. But I don’t know what you’ll think of me when I tell you.”

  “You don’t need to be afraid.” His voice was soothing and calm. “You can tell me anything.”

  She took a deep breath before she began. “You know the last time I saw Ming?”

  “You said it was five years ago.”

  “Yes. I had just finished college and moved back home, and I was feeling anxious about going to med school. I started really missing Hong Kong and all of my old friends and the life I had before we immigrated. I thought I could go back for a visit and it would be like old times, but in reality everything had changed. My friends were so busy with their careers, they didn’t have time to see me. The one person I thought would be the same was Ming, but he had changed the most. He had starred in a few movies by then and was hanging out with actresses and models. I was so desperate to get him to notice me that I did something completely reckless.”

  “What happened?”

  “It was one night … and I got pregnant.”

  Ben blinked quickly, his hazel eyes clouded with emotion. “With Ming’s baby?”

  “Yes. I was completely overwhelmed. I didn’t know what to do. My parents were so proud of me for getting into Stanford; my mother had told everyone already. I knew I would bring so much shame to my family if they found out, so I didn’t tell anyone. And even though it went against everything I believed,” she confided, “I made an appointment for an abortion. The week leading up to it was the worst week of my life. I couldn’t eat or sleep. I broke out in hives and had panic attacks.” Her shoulders heaved as she released the burden she had carried for so long. “I kept thinking about what my mother would say and even what people at church would think if they found out. I had never let my family down before, and I couldn’t imagine what they would think of me. But the more I thought about it, I realized there was one thing I couldn’t deny,” she choked out. “I already loved my baby. I didn’t know it was possible to love someone I had never met, but I did. I knew he or she was meant to be a blessing from God.”

  He nodded. “What did you do?”

  “I made the decision to do whatever I had to do to keep the baby. I canceled my appointment at the clinic and started looking for a job and a place to live in case my parents kicked me out. I started taking prenatal vitamins and learning about fetal development. I found out the baby was the size of a blueberry at seven weeks, then a kidney bean at eight weeks. I even started talking to him or her and thinking of names,” she shared with a bittersweet smile. “But two weeks later, I started bleeding. The doctor said I had miscarried.”

  “Oh, Mel …”

  “Don’t you understand what happened? God took my baby because I didn’t deserve to be a mother. What kind of mother doesn’t want her child? What kind of mother was I to not have known when my baby’s heart stopped beating inside of me? By the time I decided to keep the baby, it was too late.” Her voice faltered as she spoke the next words. “That’s what I thought was going to happen last night, that I would lose you, too. I had taken you for granted and didn’t deserve you either.”

  He lifted her chin with one hand to look into her eyes. “Melanie, you can stop feeling guilty. God didn’t allow the miscarriage to punish you. I don’t know why it happened, but I know He loves you. He has the best in store for you. You need to remember that.”

  “But it’s hard to not blame myself.”

  “I understand. I’ve been there.”

  Melanie felt his grip tighten around hers. “What do you mean?”

  “The car my parents were driving when they skidded off the road,” he confided, “was my car. I was supposed to get the brakes changed before their trip, but I had gotten busy and put it off. There was a big storm that started the night they drove back. The police say the roads were slick from the fresh rain and new brakes wouldn’t have made a difference, but I still beat myself up with the what-ifs. What if I had changed the brakes? What if I hadn’t insisted on switching cars with them that weekend? I blamed myself for years.”

  “Ben,” she sighed, “your parents’ accident wasn’t your fault.”

  “I realize that now. You need to know the miscarriage wasn’t yours either,” he reassured her in a firm tone. “It’s time you stopped beating yourself up over it. Believe me, the past is the worst place to get stuck in; there’s nothing you can change about it. The only thing you can do is to accept it, and have faith that God has a bigger plan.”

  “I think I’m finally starting to believe that.” She peered up at him, her voice filled with hope. “I’m amazed at how good God is to me. I never thought I’d find someone who would accept me and love me the way that you do. Thank you, Ben. I love you, I truly do.”

  “I know. And I love you—truly, madly, deeply do,” he breathed as he closed the gap between them and touched his forehead to hers.

  Melanie peered into his eyes and her breath hitched when she saw the tenderness revealed in them. Closing her own, she leaned forward in anticipation of a kiss when she suddenly felt him pull away. “Ben, what’s wrong? Are you in pain?” she asked, her eyes wide with worry. “You should lie down.”

  Ben flashed his dimples as his entire face lit up. “I was just thinking that I never got to give you your Christmas gift.”

  “What? It’s okay, Ben, there’s no rush.”

  “No, after what happened last night I don’t want to wait any longer. I don’t want to take any time we have together for granted.” Reaching over to the table next to the bed, he picked up a red gift bag and produced a small box. “I had this with me at Christmas dinner, but I didn’t get the chance to give it to you. I had Ashlynn bring it last night with my overnight bag.”

  “Thank you.” Curious, Melanie took the box and lifted the lid to reveal a long gold chain. She pulled the necklace out and noticed two polymer clay charms dangling on the end. The charms, a sunny-side up egg and a peeled banana, were painted in shades of yellow and white. Grinning, she recalled their conversation from a few weeks ago. “So you’re the egg, and I’m the banana?”

  “Exactly. They’re us in food form. Aren’t their faces cute?” he asked, pointing to the black painted eyes and upturned mouth on each cha
rm. “I thought, what better way than this necklace to symbolize our relationship? We may be different, but look how happy we are together.”

  “I love it. I think the kids at work will love it, too.” She lifted her dark locks to allow Ben to place the chain around her neck. “Thanks, Ben.”

  His expression suddenly grew serious. “Is that why you decided to become a pediatrician? Because you lost your baby?”

  “Yes. I decided to work with kids”— she paused with a wistful look on her face —“in case I never have any of my own. I always had a fear that God wouldn’t bless me with a child after what happened. It’s not based on any medical reasons, so I know I shouldn’t worry, but—”

  “So let’s not worry about it.” He held both of her hands in his and smiled. “Even if we can’t have kids of our own, I’m open to adoption. There are many kids who have lost their parents and need a family. We’ll love them like our own.”

  Melanie raised her eyebrows in amusement. “We? Our own? Do you realize what you’re saying?” she asked, although she knew full well that he did.

  “When I said I was serious about us, I meant it. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, Mel. You make me believe in the whole American Dream. I want the future to be you and me, a house with a white picket fence, a dog and two point four kids,” he quipped.

  “Two point four?”

  “Okay, maybe three or four, however many God will give us.” Clearing his throat, he reached into the gift bag on the nightstand and pulled out another small box. “I wasn’t planning on doing this in a hospital bed, but it’s time. I want to start our life together right now.” He opened the black velvet box and asked, “Melanie Koo, will you marry me?”

  Time seemed to stand still as Melanie looked from Ben’s radiant face to the sparkling engagement ring. The unique band, which held a round diamond, immediately caught her eye. One half of the slender band was made of gold, the other of white gold. Again, Ben had chosen the colors yellow and white to symbolize their differences. It was just like how she had always imagined, their two cultures coming together and colliding … except in this case, they met in the middle to create a perfect, unending circle.

  “I …,” she breathed, unable to translate her heart’s swell of emotions into words.

  “When I saw this ring, I knew it was the one. Just like I knew you were the one for me when you walked over to me in the supermarket aisle that day.” The silence lingered on until Ben stammered, “Uh, Mel, help a guy out here, please. I know this might seem sudden—”

  “No,” she began with a hidden smile as she saw his forehead crease with worry, “I mean, no, it’s not too sudden.”

  “Oh.” He exhaled in relief. “Then, what is it? Is it your parents? Because I already got your dad’s blessing.”

  Her jaw dropped. “You talked to my father? When?”

  “Last week when you were on call I went by the restaurant to see your folks. I wanted to apologize to your mom, but unfortunately, she wasn’t ready to see me. Your dad came out of the kitchen though and sat with me for a while. We had a good talk and he said your mom would come around eventually. He thinks we make a good match.”

  “He said that? Well, he was wrong.”

  Ben swallowed hard. “He was wrong?”

  “We don’t make a good match. We make a perfect match. I love you, Ben Peters.” Melanie leaned close and pressed her mouth to his, taking time to savor the sweetness of their lips together.

  When they finally parted, Ben surmised with a grin, “I’m going to go out on a limb here and take that as a yes?”

  “Not only one limb, you can count your other arm and both legs, too,” Melanie replied with a twinkle in her eye, “because it is a definite yes!”

  “Actually, the limb we’re talking about here is a tree—oh, never mind, it’s all good,” he stated as he pulled her close.

  “I couldn’t agree more,” she whispered against his lips.

  “It’s all very, very good,” Ben added as they kissed once more.

  Epilogue

  Six Years Later

  “You look beautiful, Mel, just like the day I met you.”

  Melanie smoothed her yellow dress and sat down on the burgundy velvet couch next to Ben. Reaching over to straighten his bowtie, she gave him a teasing smile. “Are you feeling okay? You’re extra”— she paused as she searched for the right word —“sappy today. I thought I was supposed to be the hormonal one.”

  “I’ve never felt better, Dr. Peters. Today’s a great day. I’m just counting all my blessings,” he stated as he took her hands in his. “We have so much to thank God for.”

  “That is true.” Melanie looked out from the glare of the studio lights and felt her heart expand with joy. One of the greatest reasons for her gratitude, a chubby-cheeked toddler, waved to her from the other side of the room. She waved back and blew a kiss to the dimpled boy wiggling in her mother’s arms. His arrival a year ago had upgraded her mother’s title to Po Po, and had transformed her into the proudest grandmother on this side of the planet. “I still can’t believe how different life is now. Who knew one person could change everything?”

  “Well, you’ve got to admit that Benji is the cutest kid in the world,” Ben said with a wink. “He has Ma wrapped around his little pinky.”

  From where they sat, both Melanie and Ben could hear Mrs. Koo’s enthusiastic voice loud and clear as she spoke to Mr. Koo.

  Ben murmured out of the corner of his mouth as he translated his mother-in-law’s words. “Look at how handsome our grandson is. People pay to dye their hair this color. Have you ever seen such beautiful brown eyes? You can’t buy dimples like his.”

  Melanie rolled her eyes and laughed. “You just can’t resist showing off your comprehension skills, can you?” After their infamous Christmas dinner, Ben had decided to get serious about learning Cantonese. He had been taking classes at the community college, and now spoke and understood the language at a fourth grade level. “Are you going to translate everything Ma says?”

  “Only when she brags about me.”

  “Sorry to break your bubble, dear, but she’s complimenting our son, not you.”

  “And where do you think Benji got his good looks from?” Ben flashed a smile at Melanie who rolled her eyes in amusement. “You know that’s why Ma loves me.”

  Ironically enough, her mother had come to appreciate the fact that Ben was not Chinese. Having a son-in-law from another culture made her a star among her friends. She thrived in playing the role of an open-minded, progressive mother-in-law who doted on her beautiful mixed grandchild. She had also developed a convenient case of retrograde amnesia, and had long forgotten—and forgiven—everything that had happened before Benji’s birth. To her, Ben was now family.

  Melanie released a deep breath, letting that truth sink in. She still had a hard time believing her mother had changed, but seeing was believing. Here were Ben and Ma in the same room, and on speaking terms, too. More than that, they were all present to take a family portrait together. It was her wildest dream come true.

  And proof that miracles did happen.

  “Okay, let’s have Grandma and Grandpa stand here.” The photographer led Mr. and Mrs. Koo to stand behind the couch, then returned to her place at the camera. “And let’s sit the young man on Mommy’s lap. Great. Now, everyone look at me. Smile!”

  Out of the corner of her eye, Melanie spotted a genuine smile on her mother’s face. She felt Ben’s hand grasp hers, and she squeezed it in return. Their eyes met briefly and she saw on his face the same emotions welling up in her heart. Benji turned to look at his parents and clapped his hands together as if he understood their joy.

  “Look here, baby,” the young woman called out as she dangled a squeaky toy above the lens.

  Benji’s face lit up when he heard the photographer’s words. He pointed to Melanie and exclaimed, “Baby!”

  “Yes, son, she’s talking to you.” Ben urged him to look at the photogra
pher. “Look at the camera.”

  “Isn’t he smart? He speaks so well already,” Mrs. Koo gushed. “He is going to be a doctor or lawyer someday. Maybe even the President. Or he could become a teacher,” she added with a quick glance at her husband.

  “Whatever he wants to do is fine,” Mr. Koo stated as he patted his grandson’s head.

  “Baby!” Benji repeated, this time placing a hand on Melanie’s stomach.

  Mrs. Koo noticed his gesture and demanded, “What? What is going on? Is there something you want to tell us?”

  Ben grinned as he tousled Benji’s hair. “You beat us to it, buddy.” Turning to his in-laws, he announced in Cantonese, “We were going to tell you tonight at dinner. Ma, Ba, you’re going to be grandparents again.”

  The shock on Mrs. Koo’s face was soon replaced by a toothy grin. “Waa! I bet it is a girl! Can you imagine how beautiful she will be? I can’t wait. I will be the first one at church to have two grandchildren. This is wonderful news. You did good, son,” she proclaimed to Ben. She grabbed hold of his shoulders and kissed his cheek.

  At that exact moment, the camera’s flash went off.

  Ben blinked in surprise, his whole face reddening like a tomato.

  “What about me? I’m next,” Mr. Koo piped up as he pointed to his cheek.

  “Aiya, I kiss you all the time at home,” Mrs. Koo retorted.

  The photographer called out, “Awesome, guys! I don’t understand what happened, but that was priceless.” Peering at the image on the digital camera screen, she gave a thumbs-up. “That picture is frame-worthy.”

  “Good thing she got it on film or no one would ever believe it happened,” Melanie murmured to Ben, her eyes wide in disbelief.

  “Didn’t I tell you?” he boasted. “Ma loves me.”

  Melanie couldn’t help smiling at the man whose dimpled grin lit up his whole face. “And so do I,” Melanie added as she leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his lips. Benji clapped his hands in delight as he watched his parents.