Having Justin's Baby

Having Justin’s Baby

Pamela Bauer

In loving memory of a very dear, courageous

brother-in-law, Clarence (Bill) Greising.

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

EPILOGUE

PROLOGUE

THE SOUND OF THE PHONE ringing woke Justin Collier from a deep slumber. His right hand snaked its way under the sheet to reach for the cordless on the nightstand next to his bed.

“Justin here,” he said in a sleepy voice against his pillow.

“It’s me.”

“Paige?” He sat upright. “What’s happened? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she assured him. “Everything’s right. Really right.”

“Then why are you calling in the middle of the night?”

“It’s not the middle of the night,” she said with a chuckle. “Where’s Kyle?”

“I assume he’s in his bed.” He looked at the clock and grimaced. “Do you realize what time it is?”

“I didn’t wake you, did I? I thought you’d be on summer hours.”

Until a few months ago, Paige Stephens had shared a house in the Twin Cities with Justin and his friend Kyle Landon. The three had been inseparable since they were kids. Justin and Kyle were partners in a landscape business in St. Paul, but this summer Paige was working at the Cascading Waters Resort on Lake Superior. No way would she be calling at this hour unless it were an emergency.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I get up at five. You should know that—you used to live here or have you already forgotten us?”

“Of course I haven’t forgotten you!”

“Good. So what’s so urgent that you had to wake me before the sun is even up?”

“I’ll tell you, but first I want you to get Kyle.”

“You want me to wake him up?”

“Yes. I have something important to discuss with both of you.”

“At five o’clock in the morning?” Justin groaned in resignation. “All right. I’ll do it.” Wearing only a pair of boxers covered with images of the characters on Family Guy, he made his way down the hallway.

“Lucky for you his door is open,” he grumbled into the phone. It had been a long-standing rule that a closed door with a sock covering the knob served as a Do Not Disturb sign.

“Kyle,” he called out repeatedly from the doorway until his friend and business partner stirred.

“What’s up?” he asked as he sat up in bed. “Did I oversleep?”

“No, Paige is on the phone. She wants to talk to both of us so I’m going to put her on speaker.” Justin pressed a button, then said, “Go ahead, Paige.”

“Hey, Kyle. Sorry to wake you.” Her voiced echoed as if she were speaking in a tunnel.

“Hey—no problem. You know you can call anytime.” A sappy grin spread over Kyle’s face. Justin should have expected it. It had been that way since the fourth grade. One word from Paige and Kyle turned into a marshmallow.

Paige and Kyle made small talk until Justin finally cut in. “So are you going to tell us what’s so important that you interrupted our beauty sleep?”

“Yes. I figured out who I want to be maid of honor at my wedding,” Paige replied. “You.”

“You who?” Justin asked. “I only see two men here. I believe a maid of honor is a woman.”

“Traditionally it is, yes, but there’s no reason why it can’t be a guy. It’s supposed to be the bride’s closest friend. That would be the two of you.”

“You want us to wear dresses?” Kyle’s voice rose a pitch.

“No, I don’t want you to wear dresses,” she said with a hint of impatience. “I want you to stand up for me—just like you have for the past twenty years. You’d wear tuxes, like the other men in the wedding party.”

“But we’d be standing with the women,” Kyle pointed out.

“There aren’t going to be any women,” Paige told them. “It’s a small wedding. I’m only having a maid of honor, and Michael is only having a best man.”

“So there’ll be four men and you?” Justin asked.

“You guys sound like you don’t want to do it.” There was a plaintive note in Paige’s voice.

“We didn’t say that,” Justin told her, although one glance at Kyle told him that not even his lifelong crush on their former housemate was going to persuade him to be a maid of honor at her wedding. He was gesturing “no way” with his hands and shaking his head.

“Then what are you saying?” she demanded to know.

Justin avoided answering the question. “Is your fiancé okay with this?”

“I haven’t run it by him yet,” she admitted.

“Don’t you think you should?” Again it was Justin who spoke.

“I will, but first I wanted to ask you guys. I mean, you’ve been my best friends since the fourth grade. It wouldn’t feel right to ask someone else.”

Silence stretched between them, prompting her to ask, “You are going to do it, aren’t you?”

Justin was about to say, “Let us think about it,” when Kyle spoke. “Of course we’ll do it.”

Justin glared at him, but Kyle paid no attention. “Or at least one of us will.”

Justin frowned. “What do you mean one of us?”

“I know the three of us have been friends for a long time and it’s always been one for all and all for one,” Kyle said, “but don’t you think Paige should have only one of us as maid of honor. After all, Michael is having one best man.”

“But I can’t choose between the two of you,” she protested.

“Then we’ll choose for you,” Kyle said. “We’ll talk it over and let you know which one it’ll be. Okay?”

Justin had a sinking feeling in his stomach.

“I’m okay with that if you guys are,” Paige replied.

“Of course we are,” Kyle said.

“Justin?”

Now was his time to protest. He should have said no, but he didn’t. Because like Kyle, he didn’t want to disappoint Paige. “I’m okay with it,” he muttered.

As soon as she had hung up he turned to Kyle and said, “Why do I have the feeling that there is going to be no discussion as to which one of us gets to play the girl part at the wedding?”

“I would do it, but I can’t,” he said, climbing out of bed and pulling on a pair of jeans. “You know how I feel about Paige. It’s going to be tough enough watching her marry Michael Cross. I can’t do it standing right next to her and in front of everyone. You do understand what I’m saying, don’t you?”

Justin exhaled a long sigh. “Yeah, I understand.”

“Thanks, buddy.” Kyle clapped him on the arm as he passed him on his way out of the room. “You’ll make a great maid of honor,” he called over his shoulder as he headed down the hallway.

No, he was going to make a terrible one. Paige should have chosen someone who would be happy for her, someone who would truly share in the joy of her wedding. That someone was not him. Because like Kyle, he was a marshmallow when it came to Paige. He’d been in love with her since the fourth grade. Only no one knew.

CHAPTER ONE

“YOU’RE NOT NERVOUS, are you?” Paige Stephens asked her fiancé.

“No. Why would you think that?”

“Because your knees are creating an air current under the table.”

“Sorry.” Michael Cross stopped wriggling and gave her a lazy half smile that caused a dimple to appear in his left cheek. “Maybe I do feel a little like Ben Stiller in Meet the Parents.”

“There’s no need to. The Colliers aren’t my parents. They’re just friends.”

Paige took a sip of the ice water in her glass. Even though she didn’t want to admit it to Michael, she felt a twinge of anxiety herself. That’s why she’d chosen Betty’s Pie Shop for lunch instead of the dining room at the Cascading Waters Resort. She didn’t want to be under the scrutiny of her coworkers. The pie shop was always crowded with lots of noise and commotion. Fidgeting wouldn’t be as noticeable among clanking silverware and clattering plates.

“They must be special friends if you want them to be host and hostess at the wedding.”

“They are special. I’ve known them most of my life. I think I probably spent more time in their home than mine when I was a kid.”

“Because of their son Justin?”

“No, because Nancy ran a day care and my father made me stay there even when I was old enough to stay home by myself. I can remember the exact moment my father sat me down and told me I’d be spending the hours after school at her day care. I cried and begged him to let me stay by myself. He didn’t think that nine was old enough to be left alone and didn’t believe me when I said I could take care of myself.”

Michael smiled indulgently. “I bet you would have been just fine on your own.”

“Of course I would have,” she insisted. “I was a very responsible child.”

“I believe you.” He gave her the smile she found the most endearing of all of his grins—the one that made her feel warm and fuzzy. “You’re such a capable woman. I can’t imagine you were any different as a child.”

“What a sweet thing to say. Thank you.” She reached across the table to squeeze his hand. “No wonder I fell in love with you. You have a sensitivity that is rare in a man.”

Actually he had quite a few qualities that she’d found to be rare in guys she had dated over the past twelve years. Michael was honest. Sincere. Trustworthy.

Until she met him she’d never believed in love at first sight, but all it had taken was one look from his deep-set eyes and a slow seductive smile on his lips and she’d been smitten. She had been a volunteer in the education building at the State Fair handing out buttons that promoted literacy. He kept returning to the booth until the entire front of his shirt was covered in “I like to read” buttons. She’d been charmed from the first moment he said hello—not an easy thing for any guy to do with her, especially one who made a living teaching golf. At first she thought it was the whole preppie look he had going—the polo shirts, the casual pants, the carefully groomed black hair. But the more time they spent together, the more wonderful she found him to be.

“I aim to please,” Michael said with a lift of his water glass. Then he looked again at his watch.

“Please relax,” she urged him. “I don’t think you were this nervous when you came to Thanksgiving dinner and had to meet my father.”

“Probably because you talk about the Colliers a lot more than you talk about your dad. You’re not very close to your dad, are you?”

She rubbed the moisture from the base of her water glass with her thumb. “We have issues.”

“What kind of issues?”

She continued to run her fingers along the glass. “It goes back to when my mom died. It’s nothing, really. We get along all right—you’ve seen us together. But we’re never going to be as close as we were before my mom died.”

She was grateful that he didn’t ask why not. There were only two people who knew the root of her problem with her dad—Justin and Kyle—and they had promised her they would never say a word to anyone. Someday she would tell Michael the reason she couldn’t trust her father, but not today.

“It’s okay,” her fiancé said in understanding. “I’m not that close to my parents, either.”

“So you shouldn’t be nervous about meeting the Colliers,” she reasoned.

“I’m just wondering what their son told them about me.”

“Justin wouldn’t say anything negative,” she told him, which produced a harrumph from her fiancé. “He wouldn’t,” she insisted, although she wasn’t completely sure. Both Justin and Kyle were as overprotective as older brothers.

“He doesn’t like me, Paige.”

“Justin doesn’t dislike you,” she declared. “He just hasn’t had time to get to know you. That’s why I want you to come to the Bulldog Reunion with me.”

“About that weekend…” he said, tugging on his right ear. Paige knew it was another sign that he was nervous. “Are you sure you want me there?”

“Of course I want you there! I want you to meet my friends from college.” Her shoulders sagged. “Please don’t tell me that you don’t want to come?” She gave him her most appealing look.

He gazed into her eyes. “It goes without saying that I want to be with you. I’m just worried that the others won’t appreciate having outsiders crash what’s traditionally been a private event.”

That’s what Kyle and Justin had said when she’d suggested they bring guests to their annual retreat at the Cascading Waters Resort. The five friends who made up the Bulldog Reunion had met their senior year before college while working as kitchen and housekeeping staff at the year-round resort on the northern shore of Lake Superior. All five had attended the same college, and this would be their eighth reunion. To bring guests would change the tone and the purpose of their gathering, which was why Justin had warned her it might be the last time they had it.

Paige didn’t believe him. Amber Carlson and Ben Hendricks, who completed their circle of five, were happy with her suggestion and planned to bring guests.

“This isn’t like a regular college reunion, Michael. We’re just five friends who get together to spend a weekend in what has to be the most beautiful part of Minnesota. One thing I should warn you about though. Do not drink Ben’s dandelion wine. He brews it himself and it has quite a kick to it.”

“You know that if you don’t want me to drink, I won’t drink,” he said simply.

That was another thing she loved about him. Paige wasn’t a teetotaler, but she didn’t drink often, and it didn’t bother Michael.

“A penny for your thoughts?” he said.

“I was just thinking how lucky I am.” She glanced out the window at a view she never tired of seeing—the rocky shoreline of Lake Superior, the sparkling blue waters. “Moving up here for the summer was the best thing I could have done.”

“Then you don’t mind waiting tables at the Birchwood Room?”

Paige was an elementary-school teacher, but had taken a summer job as a waitress at the Cascading Waters Resort to be closer to Michael. “No, it’s only for the summer. Once school’s back in session I’ll work as a sub until I can find a full-time teaching position in the area.”

“I’m glad you like it here. I was worried you wouldn’t want to call this home once we’re married. I mean, you are a city girl.”

“Yes, but do you know how many vacations I’ve spent on the North Shore?” It was a rhetorical question.

“That’s not quite the same as living here year-round,” he warned her. “I hope you’re as enthusiastic about it come January.” He grinned again and the dimple in his cheek appeared.

“If you’re here, I’ll be happy.”

He squeezed her hand. “That’s what I like to hear.” He glanced past her shoulder and said, “I see a middle-aged couple who look like they’re trying to find somebody. Do the Colliers wear University of Minnesota windbreakers?”

Paige turned and caught sight of her old neighbors, Justin’s parents. She stood and waved, then sat back down, noticing that Michael’s legs were moving even faster than before.

“They won’t bite, I promise,” she said softly.

As Paige expected, Nancy and Elliot Collier treated Michael with a warmth and friendliness that put everyone at ease. That’s why she wasn’t surprised after lunch when Elliot accepted Michael’s offer to show him the golf course at the Cascading Waters Resort.

It also gave Paige an opportunity to sit under the shade of an umbrella on the tiled patio of the resort clubhouse and have an iced tea with her former day-care provider. She wasted no time in asking Nancy, “So what do you think of Michael?”

“I think he’s charming,” she said with a smile. “And he’s very attentive to you.”

“He’s sweet. I know he talks a lot about golf, but that’s because he’s passionate about it.”

“It is his work,” she pointed out. “So tell me about the wedding.”

Paige took a sip of her iced tea. “It’s going to be at the High Falls. That’s always been my favorite spot on the North Shore.”

“Ah, an outdoor wedding…it should be lovely.”

“Did Justin tell you he’s going to be my maid of honor—or maybe I should say man of honor,” she corrected with a grin.

“He did say something to that effect,” Nancy acknowledged.

Paige glanced out across the greens and saw Michael and Elliot riding on a cart. “I’m just grateful he said yes. He’s not very excited about me marrying Michael. Neither is Kyle—but you probably already know that.”

“Actually, neither one has said much about your engagement, but I’m not surprised that they’re giving you a hard time. Ever since you three were kids they’ve put themselves in the role of being your protector.”

“Well, we’re not kids anymore and I don’t need protecting. I know once I’m married my friendship with Kyle and Justin will change, but it doesn’t have to end.” It was a concern that had been on her mind ever since Michael had asked her to marry him.

“I don’t think you have to worry about that happening. Over the years I’ve seen the way you three have handled the growing pains of friendship and I’d say yours has a pretty good foundation. It can probably weather just about anything. Now finish telling me your wedding plans.”

Paige was more than happy to do as she requested. Sitting on the terrace with Nancy talking about flowers and formal wear reminded her of all those times she’d turned to her neighbor after her mother had died when Paige was nine. It was Nancy who had taken her shopping for school clothes and helped her with her homework. It didn’t matter how many kids Nancy had in her day care, she always found time for Paige.

That’s why she was disappointed when the older woman said, “It looks like our guys are back.”

Paige could have sat and talked with her for hours.

“I’m so glad we had this time together,” she said to Paige.

“I am, too. It’s means a lot to me that you’re going to be a part of our wedding celebration.”

“I’m glad that day is going to happen, Paige. You’ve come a long way from the little girl who walked into my day care and announced she was going to hate boys the rest of her life.”

“Doesn’t every nine-year-old girl hate boys?” She tried to dismiss Nancy’s comment with a chuckle, but they both knew what had precipitated the comment. Although Nancy had never pressed her to talk about her mother’s death, Paige was fairly certain that the older woman was aware of the circumstances leading up to the automobile accident.

News of the crash had spread through the neighborhood quickly. Her father and mother had been arguing. Paige had heard them. So had many of the neighbors. What the neighbors hadn’t heard was the reason why. Only Paige knew it was because of a woman her father had met during one of his business trips. That discovery had prompted her mother to pack her bags and drive off in her car. The last words Paige had heard her say to her father were, “I can’t trust you.”

“Paige?”

She realized that she’d been daydreaming and hadn’t heard what Nancy had said. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I said I’d like to credit Justin and Kyle as being good influences on you, but I honestly think it was the other way around.”

“Does it matter?” Paige asked.

“No, not really. I’m just so proud of all of you. I think of all of my day-care kids, including you and Kyle, as my own, you know.”

“I do, and I appreciate that.”

“Good. Because I want you to know that no matter what happens between you, Kyle and Justin, I’m always here for you.”

“Nothing’s going to happen. We’ll always be friends.”

BY THE TIME Justin Collier arrived home the sun was low in the sky. Not even the approaching dusk could hide the condition of the seventy-five-year-old house he called home. When he and Kyle had bought the place shortly after graduating from college they had intended to fix it up and sell it within a couple of years. That was seven years ago. All the money that should have gone into home improvements had been sunk into the landscape company they’d started. Now their business was flourishing and the house still looked neglected. As Justin went to get the mail from the dented box nailed to the porch, he saw an exterior badly in need of attention.

He added paint to his mental list of things to buy next time he was at the hardware store. Summer was always the busiest season for J&K Landscapes and this year was no exception. Even with the addition of several new employees, he and Kyle often worked twelve-hour days. He consoled himself with the knowledge that by late fall and early winter they would have the time to work on the house. He kicked the dirt off his work boots and went into the kitchen, which showed the same signs of wear as the exterior. Faded floor tiles, permanently stained countertops and dated appliances were fine for a couple of bachelors, but he knew why Paige had been after them to update the place.

Justin grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sat down on a wooden chair at the table. He glanced at his mail and saw little of interest except for a neon-yellow envelope. He ripped it open and found a schedule for the Bulldog Reunion. In her usual efficient manner Paige had made all the arrangements for the weekend. Only this year there was something different. At the bottom of the invitation were the words Friends are welcome. Justin frowned.

As he folded the schedule he noticed a personal note.

Can’t wait to see you. It’s been too long. Love, P

Yes, it had been a while since he had seen her but that wasn’t his fault. She was the one who had been in a hurry to pack up her things and move a hundred and fifty miles away as soon as she’d finished her teaching job. But it wasn’t simply the distance separating them. The reason it had been so long since Justin and Paige had been together was she had fallen in love. Annoyance rippled through him at the thought of Michael Cross. Of all the men Paige could have fallen in love with, he didn’t understand why she had chosen one so totally wrong for her.

He and Kyle had been suspicious of the golf pro the first time Paige had brought him home. Not that it mattered to Paige. She was in love and didn’t want to hear anything negative about her boyfriend. Ever since they were kids she’d been coming to them for advice, but before either one could tell her why he was wary of Michael, she’d looked at them and said, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything.”

He looked again at the Bulldog schedule. There was hiking, disc golf, sailing, volleyball, bonfires…all the things they had done in the past that had made everyone want to continue reuniting each summer. Only this year while doing the fun stuff, Paige would be looking at Michael with that lovesick-puppy gaze. Justin didn’t want to spend one hour, let alone an entire weekend, with the lovebirds.

He’d always considered a weekend at the North Shore to be more like therapy. No customer complaints to deal with, no long hours out in the hot sun digging and planting. It was a chance to reconnect with nature and with friends. Spending any length of time watching Paige act all lovey-dovey with her fiancé would be more like punishment.

“I hope you didn’t drink the last cold one.”

Justin glanced toward the doorway to see Kyle had come home. He looked heat weary and physically exhausted as he walked into the kitchen.

“No, there are plenty more,” Justin answered.

Kyle ambled over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of beer then dropped onto a chair opposite him. He twisted off the cap and took a long drink before saying, “I think it’s time we seriously consider accepting Harry Bonner’s offer to buy into the business.”

Justin sighed. “I thought we agreed that as beneficial as it would be financially to join forces with Bonner, it would also mean that we’re no longer a small local company.”