Be My Babies. Kathryn Shay

      “Trying to get rid of me?”

      “Of course not.” He snapped the words at her, then started out.

      “Simon, wait.” He turned back. “Have I done something to offend you?”

      Just exist. “No, I’m sorry. I’m swamped, is all.”

      “Then go unswamp yourself.” The phone rang and she picked it up. “The Sentinel. Lily speaking. Why yes, yes, I’m taking the information today.” She arched a brow at him. “Mr. Martini said what? Oh, how nice, Mrs. Conklin. Yes, I’ll help you with the phrasing.”

      Simon scowled as he left the office. He’d never expected her to fit in here. Didn’t want her to. As he stepped outside into the bright sunlight, he felt a sense of things slipping right through his fingers. And Lily Wakefield was the cause.

      AT NOON, AFTER LOCKING the front door as Evan had told her to do when he left for lunch, Lily had taken a twenty-minute nap on the couch and then she’d fixed herself some soup she’d found in the small kitchen out back. She’d just returned to the reception area with her sketch pad and tea, when she heard a knock at the door. Rising, Lily crossed to it. Jenna was there, wearing a light yellow top and capris to match and looking like sunshine herself. She let the girl in. “Hi, Jenna.”

      “Hi, Lily. Is Dad here?”

      “No, he’s gone out.”

      “Darn. I wanted to have lunch with him.”

      “I had some soup.” She nodded out back. “There’s more in the cupboard, if you want to eat and wait for him. I’ll make it for you.”

      Her face was a lot friendlier than her father’s. “Cool. But I can fix it.”

      Lily went back to the couch and began to sketch the wall where framed editions of old newspapers were. She’d learned this was Simon’s collection. As she drew, she thought about his daughter. Jenna had such an interesting face. A study of innocence on the verge of adulthood. Maybe she’d try drawing the girl today.

      Jenna returned with a cup of soup and some crackers and sat on the chair. “Mmm, this is great.” She cocked her head. “What are you doing here?”

      Lily told her.

      “Poor Dad. He needs more staff, but I guess he can’t get it. I usually help out during summer vacations.” She nodded to the pad on Lily’s lap. “What are you doing?”

      “Drawing.”

      “What?”

      “The wall of old newspapers.”

      “Dad’s collection. He loves those things, but they’re expensive as all get out.”

      “I’d like to draw you sometime, Jenna.”

      The girl’s eyes lit up, accented by the sun coming in from the window. “Now?”

      “How long do you have?”

      “Lunch is forty-five minutes. Sometimes I stay here for the next class session. I have it free. The school doesn’t mind.”

      “Then, now it is.”

      They talked as Lily flipped the pages and began to sketch Jenna. “Tell me about yourself.”

      “Well, my best friend’s name is Katie Welsh. We’re tight and we always hang together.”

      “It’s nice to have friends. What do you take at school?”

      “Same old, same old. I like English best.”

      “You do? Why?”

      “I dig reading. Dad’s read to me since I was little and I’ve never stopped. And my English teacher, Miss Jameson, is the bomb. She lets us pick a lot of independent stuff.”

      “What are you reading now?”

      “Ordinary People. I love the book, and we’re seeing the movie next week.”

      “I loved that book, too. It’s sad, though.”

      “You read?”

      “Not much lately.”

      Jenna waited a beat. “Are you in trouble, Lily?”

      “Not like you mean.” How much should she tell this girl? “I left my old life because I didn’t feel safe there.”

      “Why?”

      She looked up and almost succumbed to the sincere expression on Jenna’s face. Amazing how, after only one week, she had to remind herself she didn’t know any of these people all that well. “Some of it’s private.”

      Unselfconsciously the girl rolled her eyes. “Dad says I ask too many questions.”

      “No, you don’t. Just so long as you can accept it when people don’t want to answer them.”

      “I can. No worries.”

      “What else do you do?”

      “I’m in the plays here. Katie, too. We do one a year, and then there’s a summer production. Last fall, I was the second lead in No, No, Nanette.”

      “I’m impressed. I saw a revival of that on Broadway.”

      “I’m dying to go and see shows on Broadway.” She added, “I love to babysit, too. Hey, maybe Katie and I can babysit the twins when they get here.”

      Lily’s pulse sped up. “I’m, um, not sure I’ll be in Fairview then.”

      “Where would you go?”

      She gripped the pencil tighter and had to stop drawing for a minute. “I honestly don’t know.”

      “You should stay. Grandpa Gil loves having you here.”

      She knew that, but she wondered how Jenna had figured it out. She asked the girl.

      “He just acts it. He always talks about you and smiles a lot more than before you came. Dad says it’s good to see him happy.”

      “That’s nice.”

      After fifteen minutes, Lily studied the sketch. “It’s okay. Could use more detail. But there’s not much time left before the paper’s open again.”

      “Can I see it?”

      “Sure.”

      Jenna plopped down close to Lily on the couch. “Wow. This is sweet.”

      “Think so?”

      “Yeah. You even got me holding a book.” She smiled at the picture. “Can I have it?”

      “I’d rather finish…Oh!” Lily’s hand went to her abdomen. “Oh.”

      “What? Are you okay?”

      Tears came to Lily’s eyes.

      “Lily, should I call somebody?”

      “No, no, honey. I just felt a kick for the first time.”

      “Get out!” She stared at Lily’s stomach. “What did it feel like?”

      “A pressure pushing against my tummy. Oh, there’s another.”

      “Maybe it’s the other baby.”

      “Maybe.”

      Jenna was silent. Then, she asked, “Lily, can I feel it?”

      “Well…of course.” Not exactly how Lily planned sharing the first flutters of the babies—with a teenage girl she barely knew—but what the heck? At least someone was with her to appreciate this milestone. She took Jenna’s hand and moved it to where she’d felt the first kick. Nothing. “Come on, sweetie. Kick again for Jenna.”

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