AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I’ve had two.” Dr. Anderson was being extra cautious with this pregnancy, trying to reassure her as much as possible.
“And?” her father prompted.
“If you’re hoping I’ll reveal the baby’s sex, I can’t. I told Dr. Anderson not to tell me. I don’t care if the baby’s a boy or a girl.” She realized that in all this time Jordan hadn’t once inquired about the baby’s sex, although she’d mentioned the ultrasounds. He didn’t want to know—because he wanted nothing to do with their child.
She tried not to think about Jordan in connection with the baby since that resulted in a lengthy bout of unhappiness.
“From that frown, I’d say you’re thinking about Jordan,” her father said, breaking into her thoughts.
Molly nodded.
“How are things between the two of you?”
“I’m not sure.” Rather than raise Ian’s hopes for a reconciliation, Molly had decided to play it safe.
“You’re seeing him on a regular basis now, aren’t you?”
Molly nodded, holding one of the receiving blankets against her before refolding it and placing it inside the protective covering. “At first he made a point of stopping by once a week, but it’s more often now.”
She wouldn’t be surprised if Jordan showed up at her apartment after she got home. She hoped he would because she was going to need help carrying all the things her father had bought into the house.
“Come downstairs and have a cup of tea with me before you drive home,” Ian coaxed.
Molly followed him down the stairs. As she did, she could barely see her toes. She wasn’t fully six months pregnant and already she was experiencing some of the minor discomforts of the third trimester. Her feet swelled almost every day now and she’d decided to request a schedule change for part-time employment after Thanksgiving.
“You haven’t mentioned your friend Dr. Stern lately,” her father said casually. “How’s he doing?”
“Just great. We had lunch together last week, and he was telling me about a woman he recently met through a colleague of his. They seemed to hit it off and he’s taking her to dinner this week.” Molly smiled to herself as she recalled their conversation. David had sounded as excited as a teenage boy about to borrow his father’s car for the first time. Molly was pleased for him.
David had been a good friend and exactly what she’d needed those first few weeks. They’d had plentyof in-depth discussions since the day they’d bumped into each other at her cousin’s wedding. He still called her occasionally, but he no longer had any romantic expectations, which was just as well.
“He’s a good man,” her father commented, carrying his cup of tea and her glass of milk to the kitchen table. He chuckled softly. “Jordan came to see me, you know.”
“No, I didn’t.”
Her father gave her a sly smile. “He was afraid it was too late and you and David were already in love.”
“When was that?”
Ian cocked his head as he mulled over his answer. “I can’t precisely remember, but it was a number of weeks back. Don’t get me wrong—I think of Jordan as a son—but there are times I’d like to slap that boy silly.”
“I’ll hold him down for you,” Molly volunteered, and Ian chuckled.
“How’s he treating you?” her father asked.
“With kid gloves.” She didn’t want to say too much for fear Ian might decide to take matters into his own hands. Jordan had made progress. Not much, but he was trying. She had to believe that or she wouldn’t be able to continue seeing him.
“I love him, Dad.”
“I know, sweetheart, and he loves you. Somehow I don’t think he even realizes how much.” Deep in thought, her father sipped his tea. “Be patient with him, Molly.”
“I’m trying, Dad. So is Jordan.”
“Good.”
Ian helped her load the car, and before she left his house Molly phoned Jordan’s home number.
“Hello,” he answered gruffly on the second ring.
