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“Yeah, there.” She takes a pointed finger to the screen. “See?”
“No, that’s the umbilical cord,” Doc says over a laugh. “A bit long for a penis on a sixteen-week pregnancy.”
“I don’t know why you’re laughing,” I say. “You’ve not seen his father’s bits.”
Doc chokes on nothing, and Beau shoots her eyes to me, shocked. I shrug. And it happens. Her lips twitch, and it islife.
“You’re terrible,” Doc sighs.
“Terribly loose,” I mutter, and Beau chuckles. “To be expected, I suppose. This kid is going to fall out of me.”
“Rose!” Beau shrieks, falling to the bed beside me. I look at Doc, and he smiles, nodding, telling me it’s a job well done, but I’m quickly frowning, and Beau shoots up. “Wait,” she says. “Are you saying there is no penis at all?”
My eyebrow lifts, curious for Doc’s answer.
“No, Beau, I said it was the umbilical cord, not a penis.”
“So thereisa penis?”
“I... it’s...” He blows out his cheeks.
“You do know what’s in there,” she says, pointing to the screen.
I love how curious she is. “Tell Beau,” I demand, making them both swing stunned looks my way.
“What?” she asks. “No, Rose, you’ve always said you like the element of surprise.”
“I don’t want to know,” I confirm. “But I wantyouto know.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do.”
She bites her lip. “And you don’t want me to tell you?”
“Can you manage that?”
“I used to be a cop, Rose,” she says, placing her hands over both of my ears and blocking my view to Doc, so that when he tells her if I’m having a boy or a girl, I can’t lip-read him. She soon frees my ears, looking at me, her smile wide. I’m not even going to ask. All I care about is that smile on her face. I know it’s temporary. This is a brief distraction. But it gives me hope. She’s not all out.
“Happy?” I ask.
“Thrilled.”
“Good. Now you can teach me how to drive.” I pull my dress down and get up.
“What? Where?”
“Around here,” I say as Beau’s phone starts ringing in the distance. She looks toward the door, and I notice Fury is still on the threshold.
He holds up her cell. “Mr. Hayley.”
“I’ll call him back.”
I’m certain her father has heard what’s happened to Beau’s mother’s remains. She won’t want to discuss it, least of all with him, and I don’t force it. Because, honestly, I’m relieved. She’s up and about. Okay, looking like hell, but at least she’s responsive. “Thought you could teach me in Dolly,” I say, my steadfast determination never wavering. I know that old, rusty, banging thing brings her peace. Closer to her mother. But she cannot drive it. At least, not outside the grounds of the mansion. No one said anything about inside the grounds. I link arms with her and lead us to her room. “Perhaps wash your face first.”
“That bad?” she asks, reaching for her cheeks and wiping.
“Like death on a bad day.”
