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by Melissa Good


  Why don’t we get you into bed, and I’ll bring you in some broth. How does that sound?” She scratched Dar’s scalp, concentrating on the spot just behind her ears.

  “You sure you weren’t someone’s mom in a past life?” her lover mumbled, a faint smile appearing. “Because you’re really good at this.”

  Kerry considered the question seriously. “Maybe,” she finally replied. “God knows, I didn’t learn it at home.” Surprising, really, how those bits of bitterness surfaced sometimes. She looked down to see Dar gazing back at her and put a fingertip on her lover’s nose. “So I guess you get to be the object of all my maternal instincts.” Their eyes met and held, and Kerry felt a tiny shiver go down her back. “Well, you and Chino, anyway.”

  “Right.” Dar exhaled, shaking off the weird sensation of almost memory. “I’m not sure if I can handle broth, though, and I’ll only go to bed if you join me there,” she bargained.

  “Well, you get some soup down, and I’ll see what I can do.”

  The blue eyes closed contentedly. “Deal.”

  CECILIA PAUSED AS she put a last container in the basket on the counter and glanced outside, glad to see the bright, sunny weather. She went to the door and slid her head around it, spending a moment just looking at the tall figure slouched in a chair nearby.

  Andrew was working at fixing her can opener. He’d taken it apart already and was reassembling the mechanism with deft, confident movements. Ceci sighed, leaning her head against the wall as she realized it was going to take some getting used to having the other half of her life back. She’d have just bought a new one. “Andy?”

  Sharp blue eyes looked over and blinked in acknowledgement.

  “There’s a nice spot up by the lake. Would you like to take a walk up there?”

  “All right,” he agreed, standing up and bringing her appliance back over. He pressed the button, and the battery powered item whirred.

  “There you go.”

  He’d always been like that. Ceci gave him the basket as they left the apartment, cut through the back path, and headed up a small slope just behind her building. He had an innate knowledge of how things worked and a talent for fixing them. That had come in very useful when they’d lived on base, she remembered, having to cope with changes in her life that had started with going from rich to definitely not rich, and progressed from there.

  It hadn’t been easy, not for her and not for Andy, whose ship assignments kept him away for six months at a time. He’d gone AWOL in fact, when she was pregnant, and ended up hiding out in their quarters the 176 Melissa Good last month before she gave birth, just helping her live through one of the toughest times of her life.

  Maybe she’d never forgiven Dar for that, Cecilia mused, as Andrew took her hand in his as they walked along. Certainly, she’d hated being pregnant and resented the restrictions she’d suddenly found herself under. But that wasn’t Dar’s fault, any more than it was her fault that she’d inherited the genes for height, and dark hair, and blue eyes, and the fighting nature from the daddy she’d adored since the moment she was born.

  Ceci sighed. No, it hadn’t been easy. Dar had been a very tough child to raise, hyperactive and wild, headstrong and by the age of twelve, already larger and stronger than the mother who was trying to rein her in. And possessing a powerful, significant intellect that made her so much more difficult to interact with than Andy was.

  Not that her husband was stupid, by any means. He had a core of good, solid common sense and an orderly mind well suited to everyday problem solving. But Dar, who had always tested years ahead of her age, had developed an edgy, restless brilliance that she hadn’t had the patience or discipline to cope with.

  Maybe that was what frustrated her so. Dar had so much potential.

  She was so intelligent and could have gone into so many different fields, that her single minded, narrow focused goal of the Navy just drove Cecilia out of her mind. She had silently celebrated when they’d said

  “No” the last time, and had cheered Dar’s stubbornness for the first time, when her daughter refused to accept anything less than following in her father’s footsteps.

  Well. So she turned out to be the CIO of the largest computer services company in the world. Guess I just had to wait long enough. Ceci felt a smile emerge. Life was so strange sometimes. She also hadn’t been immune to a bit of unexpected parental pride, surfacing between the layers of grief, and awkwardness on seeing Dar again, all grown up in ways she’d never anticipated.

  Watching her family’s jaws drop, on seeing the family member they all considered a poor country bumpkin morph into this tall, sophisticated woman who handled herself with poise and reserved grace, who entered their cultured world bearing Andy’s very distinctive stamp.

  Yeah. She couldn’t take credit for any of it, but she’d still acknowledged what she saw.

  “Whatcha thinking about?” Andy asked, as they climbed up the wooded slope.

  “Just memories.” Ceci led him towards a grassy area, full of sun and overlooking the water. “Our child when she was little.”

  “Ungh.” Andrew dropped his gaze to the ground, thoughtfully regarding a small patch of tiny purple flowers before stepping carefully around them. “She was a handful,” he admitted. “Wild little thing. ’Member that time she jumped out that tree house and damn near broke an arm?”

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  Ceci shook her head. “Oh yes. I certainly do. Thank everything you were home or I’d never have gotten her in for those x-rays. She almost took out three nurses as it was.”

  “Lord. That’s the truth.” Andy chuckled. “That little Kerry’s got her wrapped round her finger, though. You’d never believe it.”

  “She seems nice,” Cecilia ventured.

  “Good kid,” he agreed. “Got a good heart and she’s damn gone on Dar.”

  “Roger Stuart’s kid, isn’t she?”

  “Half assed bastard. Yeah.”

  Her pale eyebrows lifted. “Didn’t know you knew him.”

  Andy didn’t answer for a moment. “Threw her out the house when she done told him ’bout her and Dardar.”

  “Mmm.” Ceci pursed her lips. “He’s pretty conservative. I know it was a little hard for us too.” She paused. “It was an adjustment. Must have been quite a shock.”

  “Mmm.” They sat down in the grass, and Andy stretched his long legs out, leaned back against a jutting rock and looked out over the water pensively. “More than that. He tried to put her butt in the nuthouse cause of it.”

  Ceci felt like she’d been hit in the chest. “What?”

  Andy nodded soberly. “Yeap. Took her out of the house and locked her up.” His nostrils flared a little, and he peeked at her. “Dar flew up there and busted her out.”

  She blinked in shock. “She did?”

  Her husband pulled at his lower lip, trying to mask the look of intense pride. “Yeap.”

  A soft sigh. “She’s definitely your daughter.”

  His blue eyes took on shadows. “I know you two always wrassled,”

  he acknowledged softly. “She turned out okay though.” He turned his head towards her. “Think maybe you two’d get on better now?”

  Cecilia considered the statement. “Maybe,” she responded with a sigh, then opened the basket and removed a wine bottle and two glasses.

  She uncorked the bottle and poured them each a portion. “So much has changed.”

  Andy took his and studied it. “Yeap.”

  They were quiet for a bit, just watching the flocks of birds circle the lake, some landing to feed, other wheeling over them in intricate patterns.

  Finally Ceci rested her cheek against his arm. “Where do we go from here?” She felt the shift and knew that if she tilted her head back she’d see him looking at her. “Now that I can start my life going forward again, instead of just letting it drift past me.”

  It was curious. She could feel the minute shifts in her husband’s body, as he colle
cted his thoughts and prepared to answer the question.

  But she also got an undeniable sense that he was holding back a surprise, in the way that he used to unpredictably show up in her bedroom win-178 Melissa Good dow, one hand firmly behind his back and a tiny sparkle in his eyes.

  He sorted out his questions and asked the first one first. “You like it here?”

  Ceci shrugged. “It was the furthest away I could get from where I was.”

  He just looked at her and didn’t answer that for a minute. “Been living out of the VA hostels down south. Bunks and a blanket when I could get ’em. Not something you’d be wanting, I don’t think.”

  “As long as they’ve got an extra blanket.” She gazed peacefully at him. “That sounds great.”

  “Cec—”

  “Listen to me.” She reached up and caught his jaw, forcing eye contact. “You are my life.” Inhale. Exhale. “I don’t care if you live under a bridge. Wherever you go, I’ll go.”

  His eyes smiled at her. “Honey, I know that,” Andrew answered softly. “I wasn’t gonna say you can’t. I was gonna say I was damn tired of living that way and I’d got a hankering to find me a little place…out near the water. Fer just you and me.”

  A sense of vivid relief splashed over her and turned the colors nearby far more intense. “I’d like that very much.” Ceci took in a happy breath. “In fact, with the paintings and all, I’ve got a little money put by.

  We could—” She hushed, as a large finger covered her lips. She grasped it. “It’s all right, Andy. That apartment belongs to Charles. I just pay him rent for it. There’s nothing holding me here, in fact—” Now she had to be quiet, because the finger had turned into an entire hand, which was larger than half her face.

  “Shh.” Andy removed his hand. “When Dar was up here, she had to sign some paper stuff had to do with May’s trust, and—”

  “Oh.” Ceci felt herself flush. “Goddess…please. Don’t…I’m so sorry about that.”

  He paused. “Huh?”

  Cecilia sighed. “It was my fault. I should have checked. I should have…that stupid trust.” She paused. “I’m sorry. I told her I was—”

  “Ceci, what are you talking about?”

  She blinked. “The trust. When the family found out I was…that I’d asked Dar to come up for the funeral, they asked me to talk to her about it.”

  “Yeah?”

  She shrugged. “It never occurred to them or to me, honestly, that she’d have been as successful as she is.” Ceci looked up to see honest hurt facing her. “I know. I know, Andrew. I fell into that trap.”

  He looked down at the ground.

  “Richard had mentioned that Dar had recently changed all her legal papers and had named a new heir. I guess the concern was…” Cecilia stopped and took a breath. “No. I’ll be honest. We—me included—were worried someone was taking advantage of her and she didn’t have the sense to realize it.”

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  Andrew sighed. “Lord.”

  Ceci exhaled and closed her eyes. “I don’t blame her for being upset.

  When I realized…it was so hard, Andy. I didn’t even really know what to say. What to do. I felt like a fool.” She rested her head against one hand.

  “What a mess.”

  “Well,” Andy put his arm around her, “that musta stung, right nuff.

  But I think Dar figgered out a way t’get her own back.” He chewed his lip. “Put it somewhere yer family’d go nuts with.”

  “Mmm?” Ceci lifted her head. “What did she do? Give it to the Humane Society?” She half joked, as he slowly tugged something out of his back pocket and handed it to her. “What’s this?”

  “What she done.”

  She unfolded the paper on to her thigh and read it.

  Then she read it again.

  Then she looked up at her husband.

  “Didn’t even give me a chance t’say no.” Andy smiled wistfully. “I damn near almost fell over.”

  “Wow.”

  “Yeap.”

  Ceci fingered the paper. “I feel pretty damn small.” She had a bitter taste in her mouth. “She’s so outgrown me.”

  Andy pulled her closer and she felt a tiny thrill as his lips pressed against her hair, despite the shame that covered her. “We all made mistakes, Cec,” he murmured. “Let’s just tie our shorts tight and move on.”

  She collapsed against him. “We got all sorts of new chances now.”

  Yes they did, didn’t they? Cecilia put her hands against her husband’s chest, feeling the powerful beat of his heart under her fingers. Dreams were possible now. Though the only one that had ever meant anything to her was real, and breathing, and surrounding her with strong arms.

  Anything was possible.

  Chapter

  Twenty

  THE SKY OUTSIDE slowly turned from black to purple to gray, and the birds started piping, just barely heard through the closed window.

  Kerry watched their shadows through the blinds as she lay curled up in the waterbed, her arms wrapped snugly around Dar’s sleeping body.

  It had been a very quiet, very peaceful night. Dar had fulfilled her part of the bargain and managed to get most of a bowl of soup down and keep it there, along with a half bottle of Gatorade. Then Kerry had done her part by forgetting about all the things she had to do and crawling into bed for a very long evening of pleasant cuddling.

  They’d talked for a little while, then Dar had dozed off with her head resting on Kerry’s shoulder, feeling much better. Kerry wondered how much of that was the medicine, how much was her lover’s own sturdy physiology, and how much was the TLC, but in the end, it didn’t really matter, did it? She was content to think her care had helped, at least emotionally, and that was enough.

  The hand resting on her waist moved, and she turned her head slightly, not surprised to see Dar looking back at her. “Morning.”

  “Mmm.” Dar nodded in acknowledgment.

  “How are you feeling?” Kerry inquired, smiling as the tall body next to her uncoil and stretch out to its full length, then relax. “Better?”

  Dar nodded again.

  “And the aftereffect of this is laryngitis?”

  Dar chuckled. “No.” Dar’s voice was husky with sleep, but otherwise normal. “Just kick starting my brain. Still a little fuzzy around the edges.”

  Though, to be honest, Dar mused, as she snuggled back into her warm nest of Kerry, she wasn’t sure if it was the medicine, or the aftereffect of being doused in solicitous affection all night. Boy, that felt good. Her stomach was still a little tender, but she wasn’t nauseous any more and her reactions seemed to have returned to a more normal alertness.

  She stroked Kerry’s side and nuzzled her, receiving a low, pleased murmur in return. “Thanks for taking care of me.” Dar turned her head and peered up at her lover’s chin. “You did a great job.”

  Kerry tilted her head down and smiled. “Glad to hear it.”

  A dark eyebrow waggled. “You went to bed early last night. Bet you’re hungry.”

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  “Mmm, yeah. How’d you know?”

  Dar lifted her head and tapped the flat surface she’d been resting on.

  “That’s some serious growling going on down there.” She winked and gave Kerry a tickle.

  “Aruum.” Kerry cleared her throat, a little embarrassed. “Yeah, well, I kinda forgot lunch, too.”

  “Tch.” Dar rolled over and glanced down off the side of the bed, where Chino was tucked in her basket. The Labrador had tried their waterbed once or twice, but decided it wasn’t to her taste, so they’d gotten her a comfortable, fleece lined bed to sleep in. “Tell ya what. I’ll get breakfast ready.”

  Kerry snorted in laughter, then hastily covered her mouth with one hand as she got a wounded look from her lover. “Sorry. You don’t deserve that. You made me the best eggs I ever had once.”

  Dar rested her chin on her arm. “You remember th
at, huh?”

  “I sure do.” Kerry squirmed over to her. “You don’t have to get breakfast though.” She closed her eyes against the scarily adorable pout.

  “Ooo, Dardar. Not that face. Nooooo.” She peeked, then rolled over and covered her face with her pillow. “Nononono—eeekk!”

  Chino yelped and scrambled up to see.

  “Gotcha.” Dar pounced on her and tickled her belly unmercifully.

  “Hahaha.”

  “Eeeeee!” Kerry smacked her with the pillow, then wriggled out of the way, rolling herself up in the comforter. “No fair!”

  Dar was up on her knees and elbows and she started slinking forward, a look of maniacal glee on her face. “Make fun of my breakfast will you.”

  “Yeeoo!” Kerry scrabbled to escape, but couldn’t move fast enough and got caught in mid-lunge, finding long arms wrapping around her and pulling her down. She gurgled and tried to twist free, but got more and more tangled in sheets, blankets, and lots and lots of Dar. “Frisfig-ffifng,” she squealed, as a nibble tickled up her ribcage. “Darrrr!”

  “Arrggghhh,” Dar growled happily, making Chino bark. She rolled them both over, then yelped as she forgot where she was, and felt nothing but air under her back. “Oh shit…”

  “Yeooww!” Kerry responded, as they tumbled out of the waterbed and onto the floor with a double thump. “Ow.”

  Dar, who had landed first and was now providing a resting spot for her lover, sneezed. “Dusty down here.” She closed her eyes as Chino rambled over and licked her face.

  Kerry straddled her, sat up, and folded her arms. “Oh boy. Do I ever have you where I want you now.” She grinned with neatly evil intent.

  Dar liberated an eyeball and turned it on her. “Uh.”

  “Heh.”

  “Okay. I surrender.” Dar tried to fend off the puppy, who was now lovingly cleaning her nose. “Hey.”

  Kerry unbuttoned her lover’s shirt and started her own licking.

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  “Mmm. Chino, good idea.” Dar jerked as she nibbled her navel. “This beats eggs for breakfast hands down.”

  “H-hey.” Dar swallowed, her body’s reaction sending colorful jolts up and down her spine. “I don’t think I…” She paused as the gentle touch traveled up the slope of her belly, with the tiniest nibble on a rib. “Uh, Ker. I’m still a little…um…”

 

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