The Journey Home

by Kelly Elliott

  Monica let out a sob and said, “I can’t tell her.”

  I shook my head as I yelled, “Can’t tell me what?”

  A male voice came over the line. “Maddie, it’s Jack.”

  I felt my legs giving out on me. Cale. What’s happened to Cale?

  “Sweetheart, I don’t know any other way to tell you this, but to just blurt it out. Zoey’s passed away.”

  The air left my body in one quick breath. “What? Wait…what do you mean? Jack, what do you mean?” I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to hold back my sob.

  “Maddie, I’m so sorry to tell you over the phone. Zoey had a heart attack. Her heart just couldn’t take any more stress and…she’s gone, Maddie. They were able to get Lily out okay. She’s okay, the baby is okay.”

  My thoughts raced. Baby? Lily? Cale had a girl? Zoey’s gone…

  I let out the sobs I’d been holding in as I sank to the floor. Andre came around the corner and took one look at me before running over.

  “Maddison!” He fell to the floor and held my face. He tried to wipe my tears away. I shook my head, trying to calm myself.

  “Cale? Is… Cale… okay?”

  Jack sighed. “No. He hasn’t even seen the baby yet, Maddie. His mother and Monica have been taking care of her.”

  I gasped. “What? Why?”

  “He’s blaming himself. He thinks Zoey had the heart attack because he confronted her about her knowing about the two of you all along.”

  What? My head was spinning. I looked at Andre and nodded as he helped me into a chair. “What do you mean, Jack?” I asked.

  “Listen, Maddie, I’ll explain it all when you get back. Can you come home? Zoey’s parents want nothing to do with the baby. Zoey’s mother said that Lily will remind her too much of Zoey.”

  I nodded. “Yes. Yes, I’ll try to get the next flight back to the States.”

  Andre grabbed my hands. “Bella, I have my family’s private plane. I’ll bring you anywhere you want to go.”

  I smiled at Andre. “I’m on my way now. Andre’s private plane is here. I’m on my way.”

  I hung up and ran down the long hallway to the room Andre and I were sharing. I hadn’t even unpacked, since we’d just arrived the previous evening.

  I grabbed my suitcase and began throwing the few things I’d taken out back in.

  “Maddison, please tell me what’s happening.”

  “Oh God I’m so sorry, Andre,” I said. “You remember my friend, Zoey, the one who was pregnant?”

  He nodded and said, “Yes. Cale is her husband?”

  I felt a stab in my stomach as I remembered the night that I sent Andre home after Cale showed up drunk.

  “Yes. Well, she had a heart attack and…and…she died. The baby is okay, but Cale hasn’t even touched his daughter. Hasn’t even held her. Zoey’s parents want nothing to do with the baby. I have to get back home. I’m so sorry.”

  Andre ran his hand through his hair. “Bella, I’m so sorry about your friend, but I don’t see why you need to rush back home.”

  I stopped moving and stared at him. “What? My friend just died, her husband, who is also a friend, now has no one.”

  Andre looked at me funny. “I thought you said you couldn’t stand Cale. Why are you rushing back for him? Do you have feelings for him, Bella?”

  I couldn’t believe my ears. “Are you for real? You’re really asking me this, Andre? His wife just fucking died. My friend. I was her only friend, and you’re standing here asking me such stupid-ass questions?” I grabbed my suitcase and pushed past him. “I’ll find my own way back to the States. I don’t have time to play games.”

  He grabbed my arm. “Maddison, wait. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to sound so cold-hearted. Of course you should be rushing back. She was your friend. I’m being so insensitive. Let me grab my suitcase and I’ll meet you out front. I’ll call the airport and have the plane ready to go by the time we get to Pisa.”

  I dropped my suitcase and wrapped my arms around Andre’s neck, pulling his lips down to mine. “Thank you,” I whispered against his lips as I pulled them away.

  “Anything for you, Bella.”

  “MADDISON, ARE YOU sure you don’t want me to bring you home?” Andre said. “I can stay a few days, work from your house. You know I can work from anywhere.”

  I smiled, placing my hand on Andre’s cheek. “I love that you want to do this for me. But let me get a handle on things. You know you’re welcome anytime. I’ll miss you.”

  He pulled me to him and I could feel his hard-on. “I’ll miss you, Bella. I’ll fly home and take care of some things, then fly back in about a week. You’ll let me know if you need anything, yes?”

  I grinned and reached up to kiss him. “Yes. I promise. Have a safe trip to New York.”

  He tucked my hair behind my ears and gazed at me, longingly. “I meant it when I said I was falling in love with you, Bella. I won’t push you into saying it back, but I want you to know how I feel.”

  My heart tightened in my chest as I smiled and chewed on my lip. He turned and headed back to his plane. I watched him until he rounded the corner, out of sight.

  I pulled out my phone and hit Monica’s number. “I’m here,” I said as I walked toward the airports nearest exit.

  I sat in Monica’s car in silence as she drove us to my house. I wanted to stop and shower and change my clothes before heading to Cale’s. The baby came home yesterday, and Monica and Jack had stayed with Cale last night and most of today.

  “He won’t even look at her,” Monica said, her voice cracking.

  “Why? I don’t understand?”

  “It’s simple—he blames himself for Zoey’s death.”

  I shook my head. “Why?”

  Monica gripped the steering wheel and sighed. “Jack found out from Zoey’s cousin that Zoey knew all along about you and Cale.”

  “How in the world would Zoey know?”

  “I told you! You know, that day when we were talking about Cale and your feelings for him? I always thought that Zoey was listening in on our conversation. You didn’t believe me. Well, she was, and the moment Cale told her his name, she realized who he was and set out to win him over. That’s why she just went full force on him. It was Zoey who was always bragging about how much Cale loved to fuck. It was her. She wanted it that way. Cale barely touched her since he saw you again. Then, when he found out she’d tricked him into the pregnancy, things really changed. He told Jack he wanted to have feelings for Zoey, but couldn’t, because of his feelings for you.”

  I looked away and tried to let everything sink in. I shook my head. “If he didn’t have feelings for her, why would he marry her?”

  “Pressure from both their parents. He was trying to do the honorable thing, Maddie.”

  I held back my tears. “You’re on Cale’s side now?”

  Her eyes widened as she gave me a look at a stoplight. “I didn’t realize we had sides, Maddie.”

  I stared out the window in silence.

  “You and Andre had sex while in Italy, right? I mean, you’ve been sleeping with him for a while now.”

  “Excuse me?”

  Monica raised an eyebrow at me. “You heard me.”

  “What the hell does that have to do with any of this?”

  Monica pulled into my driveway, parked, and looked at me. “It has a lot to do with it, Maddie. You sit here and act pissed off because Zoey and Cale had sex. He was having a baby with her. They dated. They were together. He had no idea that Zoey even knew about you guys. He had no idea she was playing him. He tried to do the right thing. Did they sleep together? Yes. Did Zoey exaggerate their sex life? Very much so. But don’t sit there and judge Cale when you’re fucking Andre while your heart belongs to someone else.”

  She got out of the car, slamming the door behind her and heading for my front door.

  I sat there in a stupor. Zoey had played all of us. Somehow, I think I knew it when she told me she was p
regnant. It was in her smile. I dropped my head back against the seat.

  “This just sucks,” I whispered, pushing the door open. I didn’t want to admit that Monica was right. So I did what I always do.

  I pushed my feelings aside.

  I SAT ON the deck and looked out over the dark water. I hadn’t heard any voices in about an hour. I still hadn’t seen my daughter yet. I let my mother name her when the hospital said they needed a name for her birth certificate. I didn’t deserve to name her. I didn’t deserve to be her father.

  I took another swig of beer.

  I could feel it the moment she stepped onto the deck. The energy in the air changed and goose bumps moved across my skin. I closed my eyes. The last time I’d seen her was the night I’d had my fingers buried inside her warm body—then insulted her in a drunken rage. I wasn’t drunk this time. Yet.

  “Cale?”

  “I thought you were in Italy?” I heard her suck in a breath.

  “You knew I was in Italy?” she asked.

  I laughed. “Well, when my best friend is dating your best friend, I find things like that out. But we don’t have anything to talk about, Maddie. You made yourself clear the last time we talked. You remember that night, don’t you, Maddie?”

  She approached me. “Fuck you, Cale. Stop acting like a prick and get in there and bond with your daughter.”

  I let out a gruff laugh. “She doesn’t need me.”

  Maddie pulled a second chair over, scraping it against the deck. She sat down directly across from me and gave me a once-over.

  “You look like hell.”

  My eyes locked with hers. Those beautiful green eyes—I always found myself getting lost in them.

  I tipped my beer back and drank the last of it. I sat it down on the table and said, “Well, I guess I would, since the mother of my child died and left me alone to raise our baby. Plus, you know, I’m the one who probably caused her death in the first place.”

  I reached for another beer. I had ten of them all lined across the table. Maddie grabbed it from my hand then gathered up all the full beers, dumping them all in the porch garbage can before sitting back down. I glared at her as I held my hand out.

  “Give me my beer back.”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  I laughed. “It’s my fucking house. Get the hell out and leave me alone.”

  “Again, fuck you, Cale.”

  I gave her a smug look. “What do you want from me?”

  She folded her arms across her chest. It caused her breasts to ride up a little further in her shirt. Her nipples were hard and pressed against the light fabric of her top. What I wouldn’t give to come home every night and make love to her.

  I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “Leave me alone, Maddie.”

  She stood up and looked down at me. She turned on her heels and walked away. “There ya go, Bella. Doing what you do best,” I called out after her. I hadn’t noticed that she was carrying the trashcan full of my beers with her.

  Fuck.

  I was about to stand up when I felt cold water all over my body.

  “Jesus Christ! What the hell?” I jumped up and stumbled backward. I turned and looked to see Maddie standing there with a smile on her face holding a bucket.

  “You’re done. This ends right now. Stop moping. Zoey died because she did something she shouldn’t have. She got pregnant. Her fate was sealed the day she decided to trap you with the pregnancy. There was nothing you could have done for her. The doctor told her that her heart was too weak to take the additional stress of a pregnancy. Her whole body was too weak. She knew, Cale. She knew she wasn’t going to make it. Her jealousy consumed her and it clouded her judgment. Why do you think she always said she hated being pregnant? You didn’t kill her. Her own actions sealed her fate.”

  I stood there, soaking wet. I could only tell that I was crying when the heat of my tears warmed my face.

  Maddie set the bucket down and placed her hands on her hips. “Go shower and change. We are going to meet Lily together for the first time.”

  My heart slammed in my chest. What I wouldn’t give to have Lily be Maddie’s baby. Our baby. As I walked by, I stopped next to her. We locked eyes, and I knew she felt the same way.

  MY MOTHER AND Maddie chatted for a bit after I introduced them. Maddie smiled that sweet smile of hers and I could tell that my mother loved her immediately. It had nothing to do with who Maddie’s father was.

  “Are you sure?” My mother asked Maddie.

  Nodding, Maddie smiled. “Yes. Go home and rest. Cale and I will be fine. I’ve taken care of plenty of babies. I promise I know what I’m doing.”

  My mother’s shoulders relaxed. “Oh Maddie. Thank you, honey.” It was then that I saw how tired my mother looked. I took her into my arms.

  “Thank you, Mom. I’m so sorry I abandoned you with the baby.” I pulled back and tried to smile. “I love you, Mom.”

  She sucked in her bottom lip and wiped away a tear. “I’m sorry, Cale. For everything.” She turned to Maddie and grabbed her purse. “Now, if you need anything, call me. I’ll write my cell number in the kitchen in case Cale falls asleep and you need something darling.” My mother kissed Maddie on the cheek as she smiled. “Okay. Thank you, Maddie.”

  We watched as my mother walked down the stairs. The front door shut and I met Maddie’s gaze. She gave me a weak smile. “Are you ready to see your daughter?” she asked.

  I swallowed hard and nodded. Maddie turned and opened the door to the nursery. It wasn’t even decorated. I kept asking Zoey when she wanted to decorate, and she kept putting it off. She said she wanted to wait and meet the baby first. I wasn’t sure now if she just didn’t care, or if she’d somehow figured out that she wasn’t going to make it. If maybe she thought the baby wouldn’t, either.

  I took a deep breath and held it in. Maddie reached for my hand and the shock I felt caused me to let out my breath.

  We entered the nursery. I took in the bare walls. There was a rocking chair in the corner and a crib against the wall. Jack had gone out and purchased the crib and chair yesterday before my parents brought Lily home. That’s when it hit me. Zoey had done nothing to prepare for the baby. It was all a blur. I remembered Monica and my mother making a list of all the things they needed:

  “Cale? Did Zoey not even have a baby shower?”

  “No. She didn’t want one.”

  She knew. Zoey knew she wasn’t going to make it. But she was wrong about one thing. Our daughter was much stronger than Zoey gave her credit for. I looked over to Maddie when I heard her let out a sob.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered.

  I stopped walking. I was frozen. The guilt began to set in and I wanted to run. Maddie reached into the crib and picked up my daughter.

  Maddie brought the baby up to her face and smelled her head, then kissed her. I felt tears burning my eyes as I watched Maddie hold my daughter. This should be her child. This should be our daughter. Our moment.

  She turned and looked at me. “Cale, come meet your daughter, Lily. She needs her daddy.”

  I took a slow first step. My feet felt like lead. It took all my energy to walk the five more steps I needed to walk to get to my child. When I finally looked down at Lily, I couldn’t believe what I saw. She was gazing into Maddie’s eyes.

  Maddie was talking to Lily. When she looked over at me and smiled, a tear rolled down her face. I couldn’t help but wonder what Maddie was thinking, whether she was thinking and dreaming the same thing I was.

  She held the baby out for me and whispered, “Lily Rose, meet your daddy.”

  I took Lily in my arms and, when our eyes met, something in me changed. It was as if everything I’d done wrong in the last three days was wiped away. I was starting with a clean slate.

  My daughter looked into my eyes as if she was trying to tell me how much she needed me. I smiled as I took in her breathtaking face. “I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful in my life,” I said
.

  Maddie laughed, and then hiccupped. I glanced up at her and she crinkled her nose. “Sorry,” she said. “That happens when I’m trying not to cry and then laugh. It’s like the laugh and cry come out at the same time as a hiccup.”

  I walked around the room holding Lily. I had no idea how I was going to make this work on my own. I was scared shitless but, somehow, in this moment, I wasn’t worried. I’d figure it all out sooner or later. Right now, I wanted to enjoy this moment with my daughter. I walked out onto the balcony and showed Lily the lake.

  “This is where you are going to grow up, Lily,” I said. “I’m going to teach you everything I know. How to swim, ski, and fish. You’ll be a better fishermen than daddy.”

  I felt Maddie come up next to me. I turned and she smiled at me before looking down to Lily and touching the side of her face. My heart pounded. I wanted this forever. Just the three of us, forever.

  Glancing back down, I smiled at my baby girl. “I’m going to show you the world, Lily. You and me, together.”

  I TRIED TO focus on the report I held in my hand, but all I could hear was Cale talking to Lily on the balcony. Cale sharing his dreams with his daughter had pulled hard on my heartstrings, and I wanted more than anything to stand next to him and be a part of it.

  I tossed my pen down and sighed in frustration. Cale was sitting on the back deck holding Lily as she slept. He’d hardly put her down all day.

  “He’s spoiling her,” Monica said as she set a glass of wine down in front of me.

  I picked up the glass and took a sip. “No, he isn’t. He’s bonding with her.”

  “Uh huh. What was your excuse last night?”

  “What?”

  She grinned. “Yeah, I got up to pee last night and I heard you humming as you rocked Lily for God knows how long last night.”

  I looked away quickly to hide my red cheeks. I’d packed a small bag that first day, but I’d been staying with Cale for almost a week. Andre wasn’t so thrilled with my decision, but I didn’t care. Every night I snuck into Lily’s room and held her for at least two hours before she woke up for her feeding. Then I’d feed her and hold her for another hour before slipping her back into her crib and sneaking back to the guest room. I was pretty sure Cale knew, despite my attempts at being stealth.