The Pregnancy Clause

“I miss you,” she said impulsively, then quickly added, “I love you.”

“Love you more,” came Rose’s familiar reply, then silence. “You sure you’re doing okay?”

Emily must have given away something of her mood in her tone of voice. Deliberately, she brightened it. “Of course, I’m fine. Honey comes over every other day and checks to make sure I don’t starve to death. Don’t worry about me. I’ll survive. You enjoy your vacation.”

“All right. If you say so. Bye, sweetheart.”

“Bye.”

She returned the receiver to the wall phone and leaned her head against the cool plastic. How she missed Rose, and not just for her cooking. She needed someone to help her through this mess, if only emotionally. Rose always managed to get Emily’s feet planted firmly on solid ground. Right now, she felt as if she were being sucked up in the middle of a tornado.

Resolutely, knowing that self-pity would get her nowhere, Emily pushed herself upright and turned toward the sink. In the doorway, outlined by the sun, stood Kat. She couldn’t see his face. But she knew. The half-gainer her insides did confirmed it.

Unsure of what to say, she said nothing.

He held out the blanket and picnic hamper. “You forgot these.”

“Thanks.” She took them and placed them on one of the kitchen chairs. Another silence stretched out.

“Em—”

“Kat—”

He smiled. “You first.”

“No, you first.”

“I’ve been thinking about what you asked me to do, and I’ve changed my mind.”

Emily’s insides did a flip. She wasn’t sure if relief caused it or that there was a very good chance she would soon become a mother. “You’ll father my baby?”

He nodded. “But we do it my way, on my terms, or not at all.” Kat came the rest of the way into the kitchen, then sat on the edge of the table. He looked directly at Emily.

She sobered. “I’m listening.”

“First of all, we’ll get married.”

Chapter Four

“Married!” Emily sank into the chair behind her and stared openmouthed across the kitchen table at Kat. Had he lost his mind, or she her hearing? “You did say married?”

“Yes. Married, as in old shoes, rice, orange blossoms.” Although his tone was light, his eyes held a seriousness that disturbed Emily. “As in a legitimate mother and father for our child.”

She didn’t like the emphasis he put on our, but her senses hadn’t recovered enough to retaliate. Besides, deep down, it warmed her that he cared enough for their yet-to-be-conceived child that he wanted it never to have to face life without the legitimacy of its parents’ marriage attached to its name.

“Why don’t you make some coffee and we’ll discuss the rest of the conditions?”

The rest? Wasn’t marriage enough? How many more outrageous demands was he going to hit her between the eyes with?

Kat jumped suddenly to his feet. “Never mind. I remember your coffee. I’ll make it.” He went to the cabinet, then search for and found the coffee canister. Methodically, he went through the ritual of brewing a full pot of coffee.

While he worked, Emily watched him, carefully assessing what she saw. Kat had become downright disgustingly gorgeous. With her own dark-brown hair trapped somewhere between chestnut and sable, she’d always envied the way his wavy hair glowed with the bluish highlights that only true ebony hair has. His shoulders, broadened and muscled from hard work, strained at the seams of the worn, blue cotton workshirt, as did the corded muscles of his legs against his faded denim jeans, as if his entire body would have been more comfortable without the encumbrance of clothes.

Whoa! She stopped that train of thought dead in its tracks.

Looking beyond the outer trappings that come with time and age, she sought the man. And he was there, in all his tantalizing glory. Kat no longer resembled the uncertain, gangly boy with too much arm and leg to control gracefully, the boy she remembered. Now, he moved with the confidence of a man who knew what he wanted, asked no one’s pardon, and as a result, savored life to its fullest.

She admired his confidence. Entering into marriage with Kat took on a less threatening aura. Why, she wasn’t certain, but at least the prospect no longer had the power to paralyze her vocal chords.

“I suppose marriage would certainly make it a lot easier to explain why you’re suddenly living with me. And after the baby is conceived, it would be simple to get an annulment.” She laughed lightly. “I mean, it’s not as if we’d be sleeping together or anything like that. So there wouldn’t be the physical thing to overcome, right?”

Kat’s movements stopped abruptly. A warning signal shot through her insides.

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