Yesterday his new passport hard arrived. The papers he needed to bring Mary over were also in the post. Now he could bring the woman he loved over. She’d been acting odd lately though. She hadn’t turned her camera on in months without a blanket over her or with the angle solely on her face. She’d seemed distant too, as though she weren’t well and she was preoccupied. She insisted she was fine but he knew something was on her mind and that someone who stayed that cold must be quite ill. He knew ill, he knew what being cold all the time meant. He’d gone through it all with his wife.
Surely Mary would tell him something serious like that, though? She wouldn’t just wither away. She wouldn’t do that to him, he just knew it.
He had the papers they’d been waiting on now. It was hardly shocking that it had taken this long. Bureaucracy at its finest, he muttered to himself, scratching at his beard. Time to make a decision, he couldn’t wait any longer, something was wrong with Mary, and she wasn’t telling him so he had to go to her obviously!
Going back to his computer he closed the article he’d been working on and opened the page of flights he stalked every day. He’d talked himself out of buying a ticket since the moment she’d left and he’d finally lost the battle. He could only go to the states for three months before he’d have to leave but it would be worth it. He could wait, apply for a visa and spend thousands for the privilege, but he decided to forego it for now. He just couldn’t stay in Portugal a moment longer. Pulling out his debit card, he started typing.
Mary went through the first trimester of her pregnancy hacking her guts up in between checking her email and pretending she hadn’t spent the morning over the toilet when Ben wanted to hold a video call. They’d spent the last few months fighting for paperwork, waiting, twiddling their thumbs, and Mary tried to creatively hide her growing breasts and stomach. She didn’t gain much weight but her breasts and stomach swelled until she thought she was going to pop.
Now, she had two weeks left, according to the Ob/Gyn Doc Baker sent her to. The doctor was on standby, just in case, and Mary’s parents wouldn’t leave her on her own. Everything was ready in her room for the baby, she had clothes, diapers, toys, everything the baby would need. Now she just needed Ben. She was going to tell him two days ago, his papers were due, but nothing came from Ben.
They’d paced, they’d waited, they’d cried during their separation, but now it was almost over. But where had Ben disappeared to? It worried her, had her mother said something? Her mother denied any involvement but still there was no Ben! An ache low in her groin made her wince and stop as she waddled into the kitchen, starting breakfast for her parents. These Braxton-Hicks contractions were a pain in the butt.
Mary waited for the false contraction to pass then went back to pondering. Maybe he’d finally grown tired of waiting and had decided to pan it all. It was easy to swear loyalty and undying love over the internet. Maybe Ben wasn’t cut out for long distance relationships.
She hadn’t told him about the baby yet because she wanted him to make a decision for her, not out of some old ideas about chivalry and providing. She was going to definitely tell him but only after they’d decided what they were going to do. And after the papers arrived. Not before, not when he couldn’t even come over to see her if he didn’t run away as fast as he could. She had faith in Ben, she knew he’d take care of his child even if they weren’t together, but she didn’t want him pacing when he couldn’t get to her and she didn’t want him to come solely because of the baby. Now he’d just disappeared. Maybe his internet was out? Or another power cut? Maybe he really had grown sick of it all. International romances weren’t easy.
Mary winced as another pain hit her, bending over with how bad the pinching sensation felt. What the hell? The doctor had warned her about the pains but she hadn’t warned Mary that they could hurt this bad. Smoothing her hand low over her belly, she decided her parents were having frozen waffles and microwaved sausage for breakfast.
Throwing the frozen meat into the microwave, Mary tossed some waffles into the toaster and leaned over the counter to wait on the pain to pass. Thoughts of Ben plagued her and even through her pain she knew she wanted some kind of response from him about their life because it was best to find out now, not later when the baby had graduated from college or something along those lines. Holding back her tears, Mary pulled her hair from her eyes and went to answer the knock on the door, trying not to growl about people coming so early. Who the heck was coming to their house so early? It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet!
“This had better be… Ben?”
A man with a long beard, wild hair, and a light coat was standing on the porch, his long sleeved shirt not enough to protect him from the cold air or snow. The hair, the beard, the unsuitable clothes did not scream Ben at her. Ben was too organized for that, but those eyes. Those were Ben’s eyes. “Ben?”
“Mary? What’s, oh my God, what is wrong with you? Why is there water… Mary, get in the house!” Ben was just as shocked. She could see it on his face.
Looking down at her wet feet, Mary looked at Ben in confusion. What was going on here?
“Mary, who’s at the door? Shut the door, it’s cold! Ben, is that you?” Lillian’s voice came from around the corner of the living room and she was soon sliding as she stepped in the puddle at Mary’s feet. Ben caught her before she went too far.
“Mary?” Lillian turned and looked at her daughter. She saw the puddle, the wet front of her daughter’s nightgown, and knew what had happened. “Walter! Get up! It’s time!”
Lillian guided her daughter to the couch in the living room, told Ben to sit down before he fell down, and pulled Mary’s legs apart to have a peek.
“Mary, why didn’t you tell us you were in labor, honey?”
“I thought it was that false labor, I didn’t know, did I? How was I to know? This is my first baby.” Mary’s face flamed as her mother peeked at her privates once more before throwing a blanket over her.
“Walter, are you on that phone?” Lillian wandered into the bedroom and Mary could hear him on the phone.
Ben moved over to the couch and stared at Mary. This was obviously not the reception he’d expected. “A baby? Mary?”
He sat down beside her, taking her hand. He pulled the blanket up and his eyes went round. Yep, that round belly was a good indication of what was happening down… there. “Mary, I think there’s a baby’s head down here.”
“No! It’s too early! She still has two weeks of baking!” Mary slipped into the phraseology she and her parents had been using for her pregnancy. It had also saved them a few times when someone near the phone or computer mentioned Mary and her baby.
“Baking? Is that why you’ve been baking so much? You’ve been “baking” our baby?” He looked down once more and knew there wasn’t going to be time to get her to a hospital. He didn’t think babies stopped once they got that far out.
“Ben? You’re here for the important part. The rest can wait. Your daughter is coming whether we’re ready for her or not.” Mary shifted on the couch, moving a rug under her feet and reaching between her legs. “Can you sit behind me Ben? I’ve researched how this is done, just in case we got stuck in here by the snow. Oh my fucking god that hurts so bad!”
Mary shrieked as the next contraction started and Ben jumped behind her, holding her and stroking her arms. He didn’t know what else to do so he muttered to her about his love, about needing her in his life, about missing her and why he’d come. And as his daughter slid into the world, he stopped talking and just watched.
Lillian shouted for Walter and a pair of scissors and some cord.
“We have to wait Mom, until the cord turns white.”
Mary was exhausted but pleased. “Well, she was determined.”
“Let’s get her cleaned up and warm, Mary, the ambulance is on the way.”
Mary didn’t care who was coming or why. Her daughter was here and so was Ben. “She looks just like you, Ben.”
Mary looked at him but knew she’d only just left a relationship when she’d met him. “Yes, I was making my ex-fiancé wait. He didn’t get the pleasure but you sure did. And look what we have for our efforts.”
Lillian came back with the baby, her blond hair fuzzy on her head, wrapped in a blanket. “You have a beautiful little girl. Alisha, isn’t it?”
Albert the dog came out when all the noise quieted down. He might get fed now. The humans were cooing around a little bundle of puppy-human and more people came in, demanding to see the new mother. Albert knew he wasn’t getting fresh food in his bowl and went back to his warm bed in Mary’s bedroom. He’d find Walter later, when it was quieter outside.
As the new family was carted to the hospital to register the birth and check over mother and baby, Lillian smiled. She’d just had a letter from the Vogelsangs. They’d invited her and Walter to their villa for three months. Walter didn’t know it, but he had a passport now and no excuses. They’d all be in Portugal in three months if she had any say-so. Maybe not permanently, but they were going to be there for Mary, Ben and Alisha to get settled in. Life had suddenly become much brighter.
Epilogue
Five months later
Ben sat in his deck chair, umbrella overhead as his wife and their tiny daughter came out to sit with him. Albert, the always hungry dog, sat at his side, watching the waterline for any creatures that looked edible.
They were all at the Vogelsangs’s beachfront house, taking a break from the renovations going on in their new home. Mary’s parents were there too, truly enjoying life for the first time since they’d been young and full of dreams. They were all enjoying Portugal, and the joy Mary’s new daughter and husband brought them.
Walter and Lillian were the proudest grandparents on the planet and the Vogelsangs had all but adopted Alisha as their own grandchild. They often took her on their adventures to give her parents a break.
“I’m so glad we’re back in Portugal. I love home but this is just heaven.” Mary sighed as Ben took Alisha and kissed her face, making the baby giggle.
“Who’s Daddy’s girl? Hmm? Who’s Daddy’s little ray of delicious sunshine?”
“Oh she definitely is. She was screaming until she figured out we were heading outside to her favourite person. I think she has excellent taste.” Mary leaned over in her own chair to kiss her husband.
He kissed her back, before going back to Alisha to give her tiny little neck kisses as she giggled in delight. Mary watched them, amazed at the change in Ben. She knew he’d been a confirmed bachelor, a man with no plans, but she’d changed his life, she’d changed him. She was just glad he took what she offered with both hands!
“Your parents going out with the Vogelsangs?” Ben’s words were low, quiet as he looked at his wife in her two piece bathing suit, her ample breasts on display. The way his eyes went dark, and how his voice grew husky, had her attention quickly. They still couldn’t get enough of each other.
Mary’s smile was dirty but sweet. “Oh not yet, they’re waiting on me to bring Alisha to them. Then we have a few hours to ourselves.”
His grin told her the plans she’d made for their alone time weren’t going to be wasted. “How long?”
“About four hours, they’re going up to the middle of the country somewhere. It’ll take an hour just to get there. So, I’m guessing at least four hours of total alone time.”
“Give me a minute.” Ben stood up, walking into the house and quickly back out without his daughter. “I love her dearly but I need some of your attention and I do believe you need some of mine.”
“I do indeed. I can’t believe we’re here and we get to stay!” All of the paperwork was done now and no matter where they went, they’d be together from now on. No more separation, no more loneliness, and most of all, no more living without love. They had all they wanted now, together.
Mary went to him, the man who’d made all her dreams come true. Even if she hadn’t quite planned on having a child so soon, she didn’t regret a day of Alisha’s life. She hadn’t planned on marrying, or even considering marriage after Jason had left her, but here she was with a ring on her finger.
As for Jason, he and the woman he’d run off with had both been incarcerated and would be for a long time. She’d always known Jason had a weak side but had hoped he’d grow up. She’d come to realize the man had never really loved her, he just wanted his mother off his back.
Mary felt a twinge of sympathy for him now it was all over. He’d wanted peace in his life, he’d wanted to feel like a man, something she guessed she hadn’t done for him. Instead of feeling rejected, she knew Jason had just been incapable of making good choices.
Whether that was his own fault or his mother’s, she didn’t know, but she knew that Ben had taken away her pain and then some. He’d made her see her own worth. He’d crossed an ocean for her, made the world fall at his feet to have her cross back with him and their child.
Life back home had been pleasant, it had been predictable, but Mary had always needed more. She could admit now that Jason had been a mistake. The man just wasn’t what she’d needed.
Ben, on the other hand, was all she’d ever need. Gazing up at him made her heart race with love and desire. Mary knew that her own choices, though prompted by the choices of others, had led her to him. Ben had been meant for her, and she for him.
Together they’d made the world right again, they’d made a paradise for themselves, and now for their daughter. Their life together had been based on mishaps, trials, and quite a few tribulations. Mary knew Ben would never forget his first wife, but she’d given him a second chance at love, just as he’d given it to her. They both clutched at it as tightly as they clutched at each other. Life was for the taking, after all, it wasn’t for hiding away or taking crumbs where you could find it.
Mary smiled as Ben’s lips came down on hers. This was perfection.
The End
Part III
Don’t Tell Daddy
About the Book
He is my best friend’s dad, my dad’s friend, and my secret crush...
Richard Kane is the perfect guy! Sexy, charming, witty and a very successful lawyer.
Can you blame me for falling for him?
Growing up, I never imagined myself ending up with Naomi’s dad.
I haven’t seen him since I went to Harvard Law, but now he’s looking sexier than ever and he’s asking me out!
The problem is…
My dad will not be happy. And Naomi? She’s going to kill me!
Besides… how could a player like him be happy with a virgin?
1
Angela Walters almost fainted when she stepped into the deluxe apartment. It was like being magically transported into a different world that she had always dreamed of. The apartment felt more like some country estate mansion than an apartment. It was two stories high with a huge staircase and more personal space than she had ever dreamed of.
Angela was actually fairly used to living in such comfort and luxury, but the difference this time is that it was all hers. She was not living under someone else’s roof. She could come and go as she pleased and she could live her life on her own terms without worrying a damn about what anyone else really thought.
At least that was the dream. Growing up the daughter of two wealthy fashion magnates, she was expected to act a certain way, dress a certain way, and give up any hopes of individuality. She had resented almost every party, every meet and greet she’d been asked to attend, and really everyday living in the house that she grew up in.
She loved her parents dearly, but she often felt that they expected her to be more of a trophy than a daughter. Her father, Robert Walters, had started the company when he was in his early twenties. It was called Elixir. It had been a dream of his to build a fashion empire that could rival
all of the other top brands out there and even surpass them. He had succeeded splendidly well, but it had been a hard-fought road. Angela felt at times that she hardly knew her father and mother since she’d seen them only a few times a week due to their hectic schedules. Her mother had been one of the models that her father worked closely with during the early days of the company. They’d hit it off almost instantly and forged a romance that eventually turned into marriage. It sounded like a typical scenario, but her parents’ marriage was actually quite strong compared to most of the people in their social circle, whose marriages were almost shams. She suspected her parents’ success in marriage was largely due to the fact that they were both so ambitious and had a drive and desire to achieve.
Her mother was far more intelligent and ambitious than the average model. Angela had been told that she’d inherited her mother’s looks and her father’s business sense, but her parents had always failed to really see it. Her father had always ignored and scoffed at any indication she’d ever given him that she had an interest in modeling. There was something about the glamor and being desired that had piqued Angela’s interest since she was just a little girl. She had grown up around the industry and attended several fashion shoots from an early age. She did this at first, mostly because it was the only time she really got to spend near her father, but she quickly fell in love with the modeling side of things as well. All the women were so beautiful and everyone doted on them and loved them for it. They were constantly being showered with gifts and taken to fancy restaurants. Their lives were magical and Angela wanted to be a part of it.
But her parents had never let her pursue the passion. It was very important to them that she attend the best schools and get an impeccable education so that she could use her mind to do whatever she wanted. She used to think that they most likely expected her to help run the company with them; it was damn unlikely that they would ever retire. But as she got older, she realized that her parents did not want anyone touching the company they built, not even their own daughter.
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