Just For Christmas. Stella Bagwell

do you do?”

      Katie was quick to shake his hand, but Hope could see the other woman was a little taken aback by the formal greeting. And Hope could understand why. Katie had grown up with her father and two brothers in a loving but rowdy household where kids sometimes forgot their manners unless an adult was around to remind them.

      “It’s nice to meet you, Stevie,” Katie told him, then glanced at Hope. “Ready to go in?”

      Hope nodded and gently nudged Stevie’s shoulder toward the entrance of the diner.

      Inside the busy restaurant place, Katie suggested, “Let’s sit at the counter. I’ll bet Stevie would rather sit on a stool.”

      The child didn’t voice his preference one way or the other. Under her breath, Hope said to Katie, “I doubt he’s ever been in a place like this.”

      Katie glanced around at the odd mixture of people sitting in the booths and at the long curved counter. Along with the Maitland Maternity staff who frequented the diner, there were usually a few cowboys, truck drivers, businessmen and manual laborers who drifted in and out during the day. To an isolated child like Stevie, Hope thought, it must seem like a wild, noisy place.

      “Why?” Katie asked, her features wrinkling with bewilderment. “What’s the matter with the diner? The food is good and so is the company.”

      Hope chuckled softly. “It is to you and me. Stevie’s parents would have other ideas. People of their money and social standing don’t frequent diners. You understand.”

      Katie’s lips formed a perfect O. “Only too well.”

      Like Hope, Katie had not come from a wealthy background. At twenty-nine, the nurse was still single, but Hope considered her friend blessed to have a loving father and brothers living close by. It was far more than she had. Especially now that Drake was more like a stranger than a husband.

      Hope helped Stevie onto a stool between her and Katie. He seemed shocked that the seats would turn, but he didn’t test them out the way most kids his age would enjoy doing. Instead, he sat rigid and still, his hands folded primly in his lap.

      Sara came to take their orders. The two women quickly opted for coffee. Stevie didn’t seem to realize he could order anything he wanted on the menu until Hope assured him he could. Eventually he chose orange juice, and as they waited for the pretty blond waitress to return with the drinks, Katie said to him, “I have some friends who have kids just about your age. Maybe you’d like to get together with them while you’re here and play soccer or something.”

      The boy’s dull expression didn’t change as he lifted his brown gaze to Katie. “I don’t know how to play soccer,” he mumbled.

      With arched brows Katie glanced over Stevie’s head to Hope. Then to Stevie, she said, “Oh. Well, that’s okay. I’m sure they would teach you. Or you could play army. Bet you like that,” she added with a wink that included both Hope and Stevie. “All little boys do.”

      He frowned with a mixture of curiosity and defiance. “I don’t know how to play army, either.”

      This time Katie couldn’t hold back her disbelief. She groaned loudly. “Where has this kid been, Hope? Mars?” To Stevie, she said, “Sure you do. That’s where you act like you’re a soldier and you fight the enemy and save the world. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

      Stevie obstinately shook his head, and the two women exchanged wary glances.

      Deciding it was her turn to try with the boy, Hope asked, “What do you like to do, Stevie?”

      “Read books.”

      “Well, that’s great!” Katie praised him.

      Sara appeared with their drinks, and while the waitress placed them on the counter, Hope pressed him further. “Reading is wonderful, Stevie. But what do you like to do outside?”

      One frail shoulder rose and fell as though he couldn’t be more bored with the two women or life in general. “I don’t go outside much. Only when the teachers at the boarding school make me.”

      “Why is that?” Katie prodded.

      His bottom lip inched ever so slightly forward. “I don’t like it. The other boys push me and call me a sissy.”

      Katie decided she’d better leave things at that, and Stevie turned his attention to the glass of juice in front of him.

      To Hope she asked in a low voice, “So what about Drake? Does he know his nephew is with you?”

      Slowly Hope stirred cream into her coffee. “Yes. Actually, he’s home now.”

      “Really!” Katie’s dark green eyes popped wide. “Is he—did you two get things straightened out?”

      Hope’s head swung briefly back and forth as she glanced at Stevie. She didn’t want the child to hear too much. “No. And I’m not holding my breath that we will.”

      Katie groaned with frustration. “Hope, you’re an idiot if you don’t fight for the man. I know you still love him. This thing with him not wanting a baby might change.”

      Hope looked grimly past the tables of diners to the busy street beyond. “I’m not as young as you, Katie. I don’t have time to sit around waiting for Drake to change his mind. I’m sick of waiting and hoping.”

      “You must really want a baby,” Katie suggested cautiously. “More than anything.”

      Before Hope could respond to her friend’s remark, Shelby stopped by their spot at the counter, her eyes zeroing in on Katie.

      “Hello, stranger! Home for good now?”

      Katie shook her head. “No. Three or four more weeks.”

      “The diner isn’t the same without you popping in.”

      Katie laughed. “There’s no diner this good in Houston, Shelby. I promise.”

      Shelby’s face glowed with the compliment, then leaning closer, she asked in a lowered voice, “Have you two heard the latest news?”

      Katie and Hope exchanged blank glances.

      “What news?” Katie asked.

      “About the Maitlands.”

      Clearly, Shelby had heard another round of gossip she couldn’t wait to share with her friends.

      Hope said drearily, “Don’t tell me. Tattle Today TV has reported baby Cody was dropped at the clinic by a spaceship and one of the Maitland men was having a relationship with an alien.”

      Shelby laughed and her eyes twinkled with excitement. “No! It’s much better than that! Just about everyone has heard how Jake is coming back to Austin, right? Well, guess what? He’s back and he’s brought a pregnant woman home with him.”

      Stunned, Katie and Hope stared at her, then at each other.

      “A pregnant woman!” Katie exclaimed in a hushed tone. “Who told you this? Or is this something Chelsea Markum reported on Tattle Today? If it is, you know it’s probably not true.”

      “No, no! I doubt even Chelsea Markum has come up with this scoop yet. Beth and Ellie told me about it this morning when they stopped by for breakfast.”

      Finding the news difficult to digest, Hope shook her head. “Are you sure about this, Shelby? Abby hasn’t mentioned anything about Jake getting married or becoming a father.”

      Shelby glanced toward the cash register to make sure no one was waiting to pay, then turned to her friends. “There wasn’t any mention of Jake being married. As for Abby not saying anything, she probably just found out. From what Beth and Ellie said, they don’t know much about her.”

      Clearly caught up with this new development, Katie leaned forward and propped her chin on her fist. “Since last week, I haven’t