A Second Chance

by Bernadette Marie

  Bernadette Marie

  A Second Chance

  The Keller Family Series

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  This is a fictional work. The names, characters, incidents,

  places, and locations are solely the concepts and products of

  the author’s imagination or are used to create a fictitious

  story and should not be construed as real.

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  For Stan

  For loving me and each and every little flaw.

  Acknowledgements

  For all my men who stand behind everything I do. I thank you. I am honored to have you in my life. To Mom, Dad, and Anni, without you I’d have no foundation in which to build lovable families. Susan, having you as my friend, even when you are marking up my work, brings me such joy.

  For Connie, who was very candid in sharing her battle with plasma cancer, and who always kept her spirits high and encourages me daily. You have been an asset in my personal (and professional) life.

  For my Aunt Bev, who will forever amaze me with her kind heart, soft words, gentle ways, and ability to comfort others, even as she faced her own challenges. May I walk as gracefully as you do some day.

  For Melissa. Our time together on this planet was very short. But the memory of you is forever imbedded in my heart. No child should ever have to go through what you went through, but because of you I cherish every moment I have with my own children. And to Teri, her mother, you cross my mind almost daily now that I am a parent. I see your strength now that I have endured so many things with my sons. Your strong spirit, and the memory of your husband and daughter, stays with me and I cherish the time we were neighbors and friends.

  For Lisa. I will forever laugh that I thought you shaved your head because you had a bad haircut. I never would have assumed that breast cancer would forever shadow your life. Thank you for being there for me when I needed you. Thank you for the food, companionship, and friendship. Thank you for watching my kids and cleaning my house, when really you probably didn’t feel good at all. Years later, thank you for intimately sharing your story with me so that Madeline could become more realistic. And above all else, thank you for being my friend.

  Dear Reader,

  I often wonder if my editor is tired of hearing me tell her that this is my very favorite book. The love story between Carlos and Madeline has captured my heart for years and I’m thrilled to share it with you now.

  We met this wonderful couple in THE EXECUTIVE’S DECISION. Now, as Carlos finally moves on to a new life with a new woman, Madeline finds that everything in her life is falling apart, and that very life is threatened by breast cancer.

  This book encompasses the couples’ tight bond with the Keller family and their own children, Eduardo, Christian, and Clara. As an author is has been fun to “watch” the kids grow and begin planning their lives for them. (Did I just drop a hint of things to come?)

  I hope you enjoy the love story of Carlos and Madeline as much as I enjoyed writing it. And I’ll look for you again when Curtis Keller finds true love in OPPOSITE ATTRACTION.

  Happy Reading,

  Bernadette Marie

  A Second Chance

  Chapter One

  At the end of the long, tree-lined drive stood the house, welcoming her just as the owner would. It wasn’t the first time Madeline Carson had made the trip out to Regan and Zach Benson’s house, but she couldn’t help but wonder if it would be the last.

  She batted back the tears that stung her eyes. No, she wasn’t going to cry for herself. She was there to celebrate the birth of Regan’s baby boy. Tyler Alan Benson. A child welcomed into the world by two people who were so very much in love.

  Oh, she was adult enough to admit she was jealous. Who wouldn’t be? Zach doted on his wife of three years. A baby would only enhance the perfect relationship that her ex-sister-in-law had with her husband.

  There had been a time when she’d felt that optimism about a man, love, and her family.

  The first tear fell.

  It had been five years since she and Carlos Keller, Regan’s brother, had divorced. Five years, and she still mourned it every day. After her marriage to Carlos ended, there was his best friend, Matt. He’d been there to console her in her time of need. That need had led to a relationship, and they’d married only six months after her divorce had been finalized. The marriage had ended the twenty-year friendship between Matt and Carlos, but who could blame them? Neither Carlos nor Madeline could really pinpoint what went wrong to end their marriage. It simply had fallen apart. There were money issues, of course. Then the kids came along, and the money was even tighter as Carlos finished graduate school and she worked two jobs. The very things that were to have made their family stronger had actually pulled it apart.

  Matt hadn’t meant any harm when he had come to console her. He was playing the part of a friend to each of them. Things simply had changed between them, and they’d fallen in love. Or so she’d thought at the time.

  Madeline pulled to the side of the driveway and wiped at her eyes.

  No, it hadn’t been love. It had been comfort. Matt needed to take care of someone, and she was willing to let him take care of her. He’d let her stay home and raise her children. She couldn’t have asked for more.

  Now even that had fallen apart.

  Madeline glanced at the messenger bag on the passenger seat. Inside it were the divorce papers that Matt had served her with three days ago. So far, she hadn’t had the courage to sign them. She hadn’t even had the courage to discuss it with her children. They would get to that. As soon as Carlos brought them back to her after his week with them, they’d realize Matt had moved out. She’d like to think they’d be a little upset that he was gone, but she knew they wouldn’t.

  Oh, it would hurt for the moment. It would hurt more because they’d know it hurt her, but they were too in love with their father to want another man in their life or hers.

  Sure, Matt had been a good role model and a loving man to them all. He simply wasn’t their father. For the first time in days, she smiled through her tears. Her children loved their father and he loved them.

  She took a few cleansing breaths. Matt’s leaving couldn’t have come at a worse time. Having your husband walk out on you never happ
ened at a convenient time, but she had a bigger battle to face now.

  Madeline put her hand to her chest and looked down at the swells of her breasts against her shirt. She had cancer and she hadn’t told a soul. Sadness filled her body with a heavy fullness, and anger riddled her mind. Madeline had never imagined this would happen to her.

  “Well, now isn’t the time to sob over your sad life,” she said to herself as she pulled down the visor and looked in the mirror. She wiped off the smudged mascara and fixed her hair. “This is Regan’s moment. It’s time to celebrate life.”

  Once she successfully pulled herself together, she started toward the house.

  The chairs on the porch rocked in the breeze. The November air had chilled, but the ground was still dry. That would be changing soon, she thought as she parked the car.

  Madeline looked at the house. It had been Zach’s engagement present to Regan. Or, as Regan referred to it, her bribe to marry him, which had worked in his favor. Over the past three years, Regan had added her touches. In the spring, the flowers would all bloom around the porch and lay out a colorful spread of welcome. As it was, the drive was paved with leaves that had finally given up their homes on the bare branches of the trees that lined the road.

  She climbed from the car and opened the trunk. The large box she’d brought for Regan and Zach sat wrapped in bright yellow paper, reminding her that a new life was just beyond those doors. A cousin to her children, a nephew to her ex-husband, and a blessing to Regan and Zach.

  She lifted the box from the trunk and moved it to her hip. Then she shut the trunk, walked up the front steps, and pushed the doorbell. When she heard it chime just beyond the door, she realized that she’d probably woken the baby.

  Regan pulled open the door and smiled. “Madeline. I’m so glad you were able to come by. Please, come in.” She stood back to let her through.

  “You look wonderful,” she said, but she saw the signs of motherhood streaked across poor Regan’s face. Her eyes were hollow and dark from lack of sleep. The elegant attire worn by the wife of one of Tennessee’s most prominent businessmen had been swapped for a pair of comfy sweat pants and an oversized T-shirt to encompass her swollen breasts. “This is for you and Tyler.” She handed the box to Regan.

  “You didn’t have to do this.”

  “It’s a box of necessities. Diapers. Diaper-rash cream. Nipple cream for the mama.”

  “Thank you,” Regan said on a sigh.

  “Just a few other things I think you can use up. I didn’t buy him any clothes. I figured Zach’s mother would want to do most of that.”

  “You’re right. Audrey will make sure he’s the best-dressed child at the playground. I think she cleaned out the Baby Gap.” She shook her head. “Zach tells her to quit buying him things, he’s only a week old, but she insists.”

  “I’d have to agree. Grandmothers get special rights.”

  “Would you like to see him?” Regan offered.

  “Of course.”

  Regan laced her arm through Madeline’s and escorted her to the living room. Madeline smiled when she saw the bassinet near the sofa with the sleeping baby. Her heart ached a bit with the memory of all of her own children sleeping in it. “Your mother gave you the bassinet?”

  “Yes, she wants everyone to have a chance to sleep in it. Carlos and Arianna were the only two of her own children that didn’t get to.”

  The Keller family was an eclectic mix, Madeline thought. Regan and Arianna had been adopted by the Kellers when Regan was only an infant and Arianna was two years old. Their little brother, Curtis, was the Kellers’ only natural-born child, and he was a year younger than Regan. Carlos had been adopted by Emily and Alan Keller when he was seven, after a car accident had killed his parents.

  When Madeline had given birth to Eduardo, Emily gave her and Carlos the bassinet for their children. Now it was Tyler’s turn. “I guess Clara was the last one to sleep in it,” Madeline reminisced.

  “I can’t believe she’s eleven.”

  “Tell me about it. The boys are both teenagers.” She looked at Regan. “I’m not that old, am I?”

  Regan touched her arm. “Heavens, no.”

  They laughed, but when Tyler stirred, they both stopped and watched.

  “I fed him only fifteen minutes ago. He should be pretty happy for now. Would you like to hold him?”

  “Oh, Regan, he’s sleeping. Don’t bother him.”

  “Give me a break. You drove forty-five minutes out here to see him. I know you, Madeline. You came to hold the baby.” Regan reached for her son. “He’ll sleep just as fine in your arms as he will in that bassinet.”

  She adjusted the blanket around him as she handed him to Madeline.

  Madeline sat down on the couch with the baby, who cooed against her. “He’s so perfect.”

  “He is, isn’t he?” Regan adjusted into the corner of the couch and relaxed.

  “Eduardo had hair like this.” She smoothed her hand over Tyler’s thick, dark hair. “Christian and Clara were both bald. Remember?” Regan nodded her answer with a yawn. “Time flies.”

  She let him wrap his tiny hand around her finger, and she felt the tug in her heart. It seemed so long ago when Carlos had sat by her side in the hospital and they admired their first baby. “I wonder if his hair will stay dark like yours or if he’ll get his daddy’s light hair.”

  “Hmmm,” was all Regan said. Her head had cocked to the back of the couch, and her eyes had closed. Madeline simply smiled and sat quietly. She’d been there too. It would never cease to amaze her how mothers did it. They could go and go with no sleep and provide the essentials that their babies needed. But when exhaustion took over, it was like running right into a wall.

  The struggles of motherhood were just like the cancer that was taking over her body. In order to survive it, she would have to love herself as she loved her children. She would need to have hope, just as she had when her children became their own people and began to experience new things. And she’d need to remember to take care of herself as she’d neglected to do for the past fifteen years while she doted on her own babies. It would be easier if Carlos were there with her.

  “Well, little man, you’ve been born into one of the most wonderful families in the world. You’ll be well taken care of,” she whispered, kissing him atop the head and wondering if she’d see him grow up.

  “You look natural doing that,” Carlos said from the doorway, watching her.

  His voice startled her, and she froze, trying not to wake the baby as her heart pounded in her chest. “Dear God, you scared me to death.” She tried to ease back into the couch without stirring Tyler. She looked up at the man who had once captured her heart and somehow continued to do so. His long, lean body and handfuls of wavy black hair played with her imagination too often. “How long have you been standing there?”

  “A few minutes. Did you knock her out?” He nodded toward his sister.

  Madeline let out a sigh. “She’s so tired. I was surprised Audrey or your mother weren’t here to help her.”

  “Yeah, right. You know Regan. She wanted to do it alone. Besides, Audrey had a hair appointment.”

  “Where are the kids?”

  “They’re putting their things in your car. I told them to stay outside so they didn’t bother the baby. Clara is pouting, but the boys are fine with it.”

  Madeline looked back down at the sleeping baby in her arms. “Well, sweetheart, I guess I’d better go. I’m glad I got to meet you.”

  “You don’t have to put him down. Stay as long as you’d like.”

  “Oh, I should get them home and settled.” She rose and put Tyler back in the bassinet. She laid a kiss on her fingers and gently pressed it to his cheek. “Good-bye.”

  She stood from the bassinet and felt the room begin to spin around her.

  “Whoa.” Carlos was at her side steadying her. “Are you all right?”

  “Yeah.” She tried to regain her balance. “I’
m fine.”

  “You don’t look so well. Why don’t you sit down?” He held tight to her arms.

  “I really should be going.”

  “Madeline, there’s no need for you to run. You’re still part of this family.”

  She smiled and nodded. The entire Keller family had always made her feel right at home, even after she and Carlos had divorced.

  She took a deep breath and soaked in the feeling of Carlos’s hands on her. She missed him, and that, on top of everything that was happening to her, wasn’t helping her steady her emotions. Instead, his nearness and the heat of his body were stirring up feelings she had no right to have, not anymore.

  “I’m okay now.” She reached her hand toward his chest, but he didn’t let her go.

  Carlos’s eyes scanned over her slowly. “You’re sick. You should let me call Curtis and have him come look at you.”

  “No.” She shook her head. “You’re not calling your brother to come and check up on me. I’m fine. I’m just coming down with something. All the better reason for me to go home before I get this little man sick.” She looked back down at the baby sleeping in the family bassinet. The sadness inside her stirred again. What she wouldn’t give to hold her children and watch them sleep with Carlos by her side once more.

  Carlos steadied his eyes on hers and then stepped back. “If you need me, you call.”

  “I will.”

  “Let Matt know what happened.”

  Madeline nodded. Once she had turned to Matt for comfort—whom was she going to turn to now that he was gone? “Thanks for meeting me out here with the kids.”