Be My Babies. Kathryn Shay

he did lose the paper, he’d only have lost his dream and not his ability to take care of his daughter.

      Still, here he was before dawn, adding up the numbers again. He shook his head. There was no way he could expedite this process. He’d just worked himself out of debt from Marian’s accident and Jenna’s medical bills. He tried to tell himself that was okay, that Gil had assured him there was no hurry. After his heart attack, Gil had even put it in his will that Simon had the option to buy the remaining stock if anything happened to him. He’d wanted to leave the paper outright to Simon and Jenna, but Simon had balked. As it was, Gil’s plan would guarantee that no one else could take over the Sentinel, especially a larger chain such as the Heard Corporation, which had already approached them about a buyout.

      Now, the appearance of Lily Wakefield put a whole new spin on Simon taking ownership. Finally, he admitted that to himself. Though he was mostly worried about Gil, this possibility had been buzzing around in his subconscious since he’d met Lily yesterday.

      He leaned back and sipped his coffee. Damn it, wasn’t even a single part of his life going to go easily?

       Think about your priorities.

      Jenna. She meant everything to him. Guilt, dark and ugly, reared its head. His daughter had been the most important person in the world to him since the day she’d been born, but he still hadn’t managed to protect her completely. Instead, when Marian had wrapped her car around that pole and hurt Jenna in the process, Simon had blamed himself. It was one of the reasons Simon understood Gil and his situation with Cameron so well.

      But this time, when Simon had the chance to protect someone he loved, he was going to make damn sure he did it. And if Lily Wakefield got caught in the cross fire, so be it.

       Chapter Two

      LILY LAY BACK against the pillows and watched the morning sun stream in through her bedroom windows. The birds had awakened her at dawn, but she’d dozed off again. She couldn’t believe she was sleeping so much, or that she’d been so lazy all week since she’d arrived in Fairview. At home, in Westchester, having Derek to tend to, and, worse, his parents’ constant visits had kept her on edge and unable to relax or sleep well. She hadn’t realized how the anxiety of her life had affected her physically until she’d begun to feel better here, in the cocoon of her grandfather’s house.

      There was a knock on her door, a light tapping, in case she was still asleep. This had become a morning routine— one she was beginning to cherish.

      “I’m awake, Gil.”

      Entering with a tray, he smiled. “Good morning. You look rested.”

      “Completely.” She looked askance at what he carried. “I wish you wouldn’t do this.”

      “You gave me a week to pamper you, and I’m thoroughly enjoying myself.”

      At times like these, Lily couldn’t imagine Gil allowing her mother to leave his house and certainly never kicking her out. It just didn’t make sense. But yesterday he’d come clean with the fact that he had, indeed, let Alice send Cameron to the home for unwed mothers. He took full blame for it, which had eased somewhat her resentment of what he’d done. As did his confession that his daughter’s disappearance had caused him long-standing guilt and grief. He’d also tried to undo it, but ultimately he couldn’t find her. Though Lily would never understand what he’d done, she was coming to terms with his actions.

      Now, he beamed as he approached the bed. “This is the last day I’ll spoil you.”

      She glanced at the tray after he set it down and inhaled the scents of cinnamon and warm bread. “Oh, Lord, I love French toast.”

      Gil cleared his throat. “So did your mother. We used to make it Saturday mornings before I went to work.”

      Picking up a glass, she sipped the tart orange juice. “You worked Saturdays?”

      “And Sundays.” He took a seat near the window. “In those days, I was a workaholic, Lily.”

      “That’s what you implied yesterday.” She didn’t want the resurrection of the topic to ruin the morning, so instead she nodded to the tray. “I see you brought the paper.”

      “Yeah, it looks great this week.”

      “Simon’s a good editor?”

      His eyes sparkled. “He learned from the best.”

      “I’ll bet.” She settled her hand on the newsprint. “I’m going to look for a job today, Gil.”

      “I wish you wouldn’t. There’s no need.”

      “I can’t just laze in bed forever.”

      “Why?”

      “It isn’t right.”

      “It might be right for the babies.”

      “I won’t overdo it. I have to start taking control of my life.”

      He checked his watch. “Jake is coming in an hour to pick me up for our bowling league. I’ve got time, if you want to tell me about that. About Derek.”

      Lily had yet to reveal the reason she’d run away from her husband or tell Gil what really happened to her and Cameron all those years ago. Now might be the time to explain about Derek. But she didn’t know if she’d ever tell him the latter. Some things were better kept from a father.

      She bit into the toast. It was delicious. “A shortened version, maybe. After I eat.”

      When she finished her meal, Gil took the tray and put it on the dresser. Sitting back down, he said, “I’m listening.” He’d brought a mug of coffee for himself and he sipped from it as she talked.

      “I met Derek after college. His family business was a big customer of the agency I worked for and Derek was at the firm a lot.”

      “What business is he in?”

      “Wakefield Enterprises.”

      “Wow, I didn’t make the connection. Huge conglomerate.”

      “They’re rich.” And spoiled and arrogant.

      “So why do you need a job, Lily?”

      “Because it’s the Wakefields’ money. When I left the house in Westchester, I took some clothes and my jewelry, but not even my car. I only took the jewelry because I needed a security blanket, and because I intend to pay my own medical bills when I have the babies.”

      “What on earth brought you to this point?”

      “Derek swept me off my feet. He was so charismatic, I didn’t stand a chance.” She could still remember a young black-haired, blue-eyed Derek wining and dining her, catering to her every whim, professing his undying love. She didn’t know until after they were married that this wasn’t the real Derek Wakefield, this wasn’t his true personality. She explained all this to her grandfather.

      “Once we were together, he couldn’t keep up the facade. But by then it was too late, because I was crazy about him. I thought I could handle the negligence and self-centeredness.” She shook her head. “It wasn’t until we tried to have a child that things became unbearable.”

      “You had problems…in that area?”

      “Yes. Derek wouldn’t get tested, but there were no physical issues with me.” She shrugged. “Still, maybe I was too tense.”

      “How did he feel when you told him you finally were pregnant?”

      She waited a long time before she answered. “I didn’t.”

      In her mind, she could still see their last scene together.

      She’d come home from her doctor’s appointment elated, having waited to tell Derek about the pregnancy until she was