by Lydia Rowan
He relented, his jaw snapping shut, and after a few moments’ pause, she spoke.
“You’re going to acknowledge Greg. Publicly. And then you two are going to get your fingers out of every dirty pie you have them in, and both of you are going to devote yourselves to making this city a better place. For real, this time.”
“And what about your mother?”
“That’s your mess to clean up, but she’ll do what she thinks is best.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I think you can guess, Daddy.”
“So you’re blackmailing me now?” he exclaimed.
“It’s a little trick my husband taught me,” Lottie responded with a smile.
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She walked up the driveway, her heartbeat pounding in her ears, nerves making the distance between her and the front door feel like a thousand miles instead of a few steps. Dread warred with excitement, the dizzying mix of emotions leaving her light-headed. Even still, she felt almost weightless with hope. The future was waiting for them if they reached out to grab it.
When she reached the front door, she stood in front of it, remembering she’d once had a key. She’d rapped twice before she realized what she was doing and then chuckled. Undoubtedly he was buried in his office, so it was unlikely he’d hear her knocks. She pressed the bell, the smile still on her face.
And then she waited.
And waited.
Her resolve slipped as the seconds ticked by, but as she internally debated whether to ring the bell again or go try to peek in the windows around back, she heard the click of the lock and the front door opened. She didn’t see him in the dark entryway, but it didn’t matter.
“Elah, I want my husband. I want you,” she called into the inky-dark void.
Not even a second passed before she heard his voice, warm, reassuring, and full of love.
“I’m here, Charlotte. Always.”
Elah stepped out of the shadows.
Epilogue
“Oh no, sir. None of that,” Lottie said as her husband stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, gripping her rounded belly.
He chuckled and leaned down, the warmth of his breath tickling the hairs at the back of her neck before he kissed the sensitive skin there. His touch sent shivers down her spine, and she felt herself leaning into him, reveling in his touch. But then she came to herself.
“I’m serious, Elah. I want to finish this”—she gestured at the new rose seedlings spread around her—“and I can’t if you’re distracting me.”
“You sure?” he asked as he moved his hands up and over her belly to her breasts.
“Yes, so you keep your hands to yourself,” she said, her chiding words completely at odds with the lightness of her voice. She took off her gardening gloves and rested her hand on her belly. “This is how I got into trouble in the first place.”
“I don’t think my hands had anything to do with it, Charlotte,” he said, and they both laughed.
He slid his fingers down her hand and entwined his with hers.
“We’ll finish this later, but come sit. It’s warm out and you should take it easy,” he said firmly as he led her to the porch and settled her into a chair.
He handed her a glass of skim milk with ice cubes, the strangest and most persistent craving so far five months into her pregnancy, and watched her take two healthy swallows before sitting next to her. The beverage was incredibly refreshing, and it felt good to be off her feet, not that she’d admit that to him. Gazing over at Elah, she was struck by the softness of his face, the love he felt for her and their unborn child, a love that, no matter what life brought them, she would never question shining in his eyes.
“You’re planting a new bush?”
She nodded. “It seemed appropriate.”
“We’ll have to plant something new for all of the babies.”
“Whoa, let’s just take this one at a time.”
He just laughed, and she suspected that in this, too, Elah would have his way. After a moment, his expression turned wistful.
“Have you thought about what I asked?”
Lottie’s mood dampened, and she looked away from him, her thoughts straying to her father.
“No. I haven’t,” she finally said.
“You should,” he said, his voice quiet but vehement.
“After what he did to you, to Greg, to others I’ll never even know about, you think he deserves to have me in his life?” She looked toward him again, gaze searching his face.
“No. But you do. I know you, and no matter what he did, you can’t turn off how you feel. You idolized the man your whole life.”
“I idolized a lie,” she said, scorn in her voice.
“Yes. But he’s still your father. And you owe it to yourself to at least try. You won’t get back what you had, but you can’t live with hate. It’ll weigh you down, change you. I know it will. And I don’t want that for you, for our family.”
A suitable comeback eluded her. The councilman had confessed to fathering a child outside of his marriage and had warmly embraced Greg as his son. And both of them had done as she’d ordered, dedicating themselves and her father’s office to a series of causes so broad and deep that Lottie hadn’t been able to keep track of them all. The months after the announcement had been a media firestorm, and while she’d been there for her mother, who’d stood beside her father through it all, she hadn’t spoken directly to him since their last conversation. Something Elah, much to her surprise, had been lobbying her to change.
“Just think about it, okay?” he said.
She nodded.
“What?” she asked a few minutes later as his expression changed.
“It’s just…” He trailed off, something so out of character for him it made her furrow her brow in concern. “No, it’s nothing bad,” he said, grabbing her hand when he noticed her expression. “I just never thought something like this”—he looked into her eyes—“someone like you, could ever be a part of my life. I worry I’m in a dream sometimes, that it’ll all be snatched away.”
Her heart squeezed, and she said, “Nope, no snatching. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me, Avakian.”
He smiled and reached into his pocket.
“I got you something.”
“Ohh! A present. What is it?”
He pulled out a small white box and sat it on the table. “I know you hate your ring, so I thought—”
“Elah, I’ve told you it doesn’t matter.”
And it was true. She still thought the ring was way over the top and not at all her taste, but she didn’t care. It was his, and she wore it proudly.
“I know, but I want you to have something that suits you. Something from my heart.”
He opened the box and retrieved the ring, though she couldn’t see it. Reaching out for her hand, he said, “I saw this and thought of you.”
She reached out and he removed the old ring and slid the new one on her finger. As she looked down at it, her heart filled to almost bursting. The ring was simple, a rose-gold band with filigreed leaves surrounding the filigreed rose on top. A tear fell from her eye.
It was perfect.
He traced his thumb across the ring and then looked up at her.
“I love you, Charlotte.”
She leaned in to kiss him.
“I love you, too.”
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