Child of Her Heart Page 3

  He shrugged.

  “You do. And you buy Italian shoes.”

  “What do you know about men’s shoes?”

  “I had a— Well…” She looked away. “I knew someone who liked to dress well.”

  The baby’s father? Where was he now? What kind of man left a woman pregnant and alone or with a baby to raise by herself? Maybe he hadn’t known about the baby. Maybe he’d died. Justin was certainly curious about this woman’s private life, and he had no right to be. She was just an acquaintance he’d met on the beach. “Do you think my taste in shoes says something about my character?”

  “Probably. But I wouldn’t know what it would be. I’m not a very good judge of people.”

  Justin absorbed that remark silently.

  Meredith glanced away, suddenly self-conscious about saying something a little too revealing.

  Jonah showed his dad the picture he’d colored, and the conversation turned to sports cars, of which Meredith knew nothing, so she listened to father and sons.

  Their salmon arrived with spicy slaw and mango-papaya salsa on the side, and they ate leisurely. The boys finished, pulled a miniature magnetic checkerboard from Jonah’s backpack and played the game.

  Anna squirmed in her seat and a telltale odor rose.

  Lamond wrinkled his nose. “Is that your baby?”

  “Uh-oh,” Meredith said. “Excuse us for a moment. We’ll be right back.”

  She unbuckled Anna and carried her to the women’s rest room. As she was finishing the change, the door opened and a matronly woman entered.

  She glanced at Anna and her eyebrows rose indignantly. “Where did you get that baby?”

  Meredith thought her lips moved a minute before she could find a response. “She’s mine.”

  “But you’re not her mother? Where did she come from?”

  “She came from my uterus and I most definitely am her mother.” Indignantly, Meredith stuffed the baby-wipe container in her bag, picked up Anna and closed the changing station. Those were the kind of remarks that made her suspicious of every glance she received. The kind that angered her and dented her faith in mankind.

  Outside the rest room, she paused and collected herself before making her way back to the table where she placed Anna back into her seat.

  The boys had packed their belongings and sat on the edges of their chairs.

  Justin stood, but looked at her curiously. “I guess we’re ready to go. Everything okay?”

  Meredith reached into the bag to dig for her wallet. “Fine.”

  Justin touched his long fingers to her wrist. “I got dinner.”

  “You shouldn’t have done that.”

  “It was a pleasure to have your company,” he replied, then picked up the infant carrier. “I’ll help you to your car.”

  Accepting his aid, she walked ahead of him out into the cool evening air. He seemed to be a nice guy and she wanted to believe he was as kind and sincere as he seemed. The boys jumped from the boardwalk onto the stones below and knelt to look more closely at the rocks.

  Meredith’s car was parked right in front, and she used her remote key ring to unlock the doors.

  Justin glanced at the license plate. “You’re from Oregon.”

  She nodded. “Portland.”

  That half smile inched up and creased one cheek.

  “You, too?” she asked.

  He nodded. “Small world, eh?”

  Her mind whirled with the possibility of developing a friendship with this man, a friendship that would last once they’d both gone home.

  Justin looked over the seat and the base, and efficiently buckled Anna into the car in no time.

  “You’re good at this,” she commented.

  “I’ve had a little practice.”

  “That’s nice to see.” She closed the back door and opened the front. “I feel like I owe you.”

  He glanced toward the sun setting over the ocean in the distance. “You can buy me dinner next time.”

  Meredith’s heart felt as though it dipped in her chest. Was he suggesting a date?

  He looked directly at her. “Do you have a problem being with me and the boys in public?”

  Heat flashed through her chest and up to her cheeks. “Did you— You didn’t think that I was embarrassed to be sitting with you in there.” She pointed over her shoulder. “Did you?”

  He raised his eyebrows and set his lips thoughtfully before speaking. “I wasn’t sure. You said you were embarrassed.”

  Meredith glanced at the boys still selecting rocks. “Like you said, I’m extra sensitive right now.” She wanted to mention the woman in the rest room, but didn’t know how to put it that wouldn’t sound self-pitying or be insulting to him. “I’m embarrassed to be singled out. I’m angry that Anna’s skin color has to be an issue at all.”

  She looked up at him, silently pleading for understanding. “I wasn’t embarrassed to be with you or your sons, Justin. Please don’t think that.”

  He nodded. “Okay.”

  His simple word hung between them, amiable closure to a touchy subject. Its very simplicity and his acceptance of her feelings lightened her spirits and made her smile.

  A breeze caught her hair and his attention focused on it for a moment, then found her eyes.

  “We’ll see each other again,” she said, finding the words bold, but not wanting to miss the chance.

  “Actually,” he said, “I’d like for you to meet Mauli.”

  She thought about it and didn’t see any reason to say no. She gave a little shrug. “All right.”

  “Do you have plans for tomorrow?”

  “Yes, I have an important meeting with the beach. Is there rain in the forecast?”

  “This is February on the coast. There’s always rain in the forecast.”

  “I was afraid of that.”

  “If it’s warm and clear, we’ll meet on the beach. Say around one?”

  She nodded. “One it is.”

  He turned and called to his boys. “Come on, fellas, let’s go. Tell Miss Meredith good-night.”

  Jonah waved, but Lamond ran over to where she stood at the open car door and looked up at her. He was as endearingly straightforward and open as his father. “I think you and Anna are real nice. And pretty, too. Bye, Miss Meredith.”

  “Bye, sweetie.” She instinctively reached out to touch his face and found his cheek as smooth and warm as Anna’s.

  “Step back from the car,” Justin called and Lamond obeyed.

  Meredith got in.

  “See ya later, alligator!” Lamond called with an energetic wave.

  She returned the wave and called, “After a while, crocodile!”

  He broke into giggles and ran to join his father and older brother.

  Meredith closed the door and started her car, a good, warm feeling replacing her earlier chagrin. She would see the Webers again tomorrow…if it didn’t rain. Glancing at the sky, she turned on the radio to find a weather report.

  At 6:00 a.m. when Anna woke to nurse, it was raining. Meredith settled in the comfortable chair near the bay window that overlooked a portion of the beach and watched the gray drizzle coming down. She wasn’t here to socialize, anyway, she told herself with glum resign. She’d accepted the Children’s Connection’s offer in order to escape her mother’s constant harassment and have some time alone with Anna to think.

  Adoption, as her mother had insisted from day one, had never been an option. She’d wanted this baby. She’d gone to extreme measures to have her, and Anna was the fulfillment of her dreams. Just because she wasn’t the particular baby Meredith had imagined didn’t mean she didn’t love her and want her.

  Her fears were about her own inadequacies. She hadn’t been prepared to raise a child of mixed race. Right now Anna’s needs were simple and Meredith had the capabilities to meet them: breast milk, clean clothing, hundreds of diapers and a lot of love. But later—maybe only three or four years from now—her daughter would begin to re
cognize the differences in their appearance. She would notice the stares and hear the comments and need skills to cope. And how would Meredith know how to instill those tools, give her child the confidence and sense of identity she would need?

  Whenever Meredith gave in to those thoughts, she sank into a pit of self-doubt and insecurity.

  During Anna’s wakeful time, she bathed her, sang her nursery songs and admired her toothless new smile.

  Her main dilemma was the question of responsibility. No, she did not want to sue the clinic. But neither did she want a terrible mistake to be made again—perhaps to someone who couldn’t accept their unexpected child.

  She could probably discover who the sperm donor was, but in her heart she didn’t want to know. It couldn’t possibly matter. The one thing she knew with confidence was that she had to be certain her own eggs were used in the in vitro process. In her heart Anna was her own child and always would be. She’d carried her inside her body, underneath her heart, and had gone through the birth process. Anna was her baby. But was she truly her biological child? If one mistake was made, why not another?

  Time and again she stared at her child, trying to find similarities in appearance, wanting more than anything to see physical traits. But Anna was a baby. A dark-skinned baby. And it was difficult to tell.

  While Anna slept, Meredith checked her voice mail and deleted all the messages from Veronica without listening to them. Then she called her counselor at Children’s Connection.

  “I need assurance that my own eggs were fertilized and implanted. I don’t care about the donor. I don’t want to know and I don’t want anyone else to ever be able to find out.”

  “I understand perfectly,” the woman said. “I’ll check all the paper trails and I’ll call you when I have an answer.”

  Already feeling less burdened, Meredith hung up and gave herself a manicure and pedicure, using a bright shade of red nail polish she’d received in a basket of personal items as a gift from her friend Chaney.

  Thinking of the bubbly redhead, Meredith glanced at the clock and called her friend’s cell phone, hoping Chaney had it turned on where she worked at a medical billing company in Portland.

  Chaney answered the phone. “Hey, it’s about time you called.”

  “I’ve been settling in.”

  “How’s the Lighthouse Inn?”

  “It’s marvelous. I have a huge suite with a bay window and a balcony that’s only a few hundred feet from the beach. There’s a whirlpool tub and a little kitchen.”

  “Been in the whirlpool yet?”

  “Not yet. It’s an executive suite decked out so well that a person could live here.”

  “I figured it would be pretty classy. They’re trying to buy you off.”

  “You’re probably right. But I couldn’t pass up the chance to escape for a while.”

  “She’s called me twice a day demanding I tell her where you are.”

  Meredith knew Chaney referred to her mother. “Don’t cave, Chaney.”

  “Never. She needs to give you some breathing room. How’s my favorite girl?”

  “Anna’s perfectly content. She doesn’t care where we are. She eats and sleeps oblivious to anything but her tummy and her bottom. I think she’s becoming partial to my singing, however.”

  “Nah, she still likes my rendition of ‘Lonely Days, Lonely Nights’ the best. I got her first smile with that one.”

  “You did not.”

  “Did so. You’ll have to stay up nights practicing to outdo my performances.”

  Meredith laughed. “Okay, okay, you’re probably a micrometer better at entertaining in that department. But I can feed her. Thank God.”

  “Low blow, girlfriend.”

  They laughed, and Meredith said, “I needed this. You keep me centered and laughing at myself.”

  “Yeah, well, sometimes you have to laugh.”

  Meredith glanced at the windows, then at the clock. It was nearly one. “The sun is shining! I’d better let you go back to work.”

  “Call me tomorrow.”

  “I will. Bye.”

  Four

  Justin and his boys were waiting on the beach, the sand darkened from the morning’s rain. With them was a young woman in her early twenties, with dark hair and tanned-looking skin. The closer Meredith got, the more she noticed about the girl. She doubted that was a tan; her skin was a little darker than Anna’s, but her hair was straight and her eyes blue. She was quite obviously of mixed race.

  She smiled and peered into the sling to see the napping baby.

  “Meredith, this is Mauli,” Justin said. “Mauli, this is the lady and the baby we told you about.”

  “The boys couldn’t stop talking about your Anna,” Mauli said. “They said she was the cutest thing ever, and I have to agree.”

  “Thanks. I’m partial, but I agree, too.”

  “It’s really too wet to spend time on the beach this afternoon,” Justin said, disappointing Meredith.

  She nodded in agreement, however.

  “I thought we’d find something else to do,” he suggested. “Spend some time seeing the sights. Will you join us?”

  Warm relief swept over her at his suggestion. She shouldn’t be reliant on others for a good time, but she’d eagerly been looking forward to today. Justin and the kids were so accepting and friendly. They didn’t know about her dilemma or have opinions about what she needed to do. She could relax and enjoy herself around them. “I’d love it.”

  “Great. We’ll take my vehicle.”

  “Are we going to see the whales and dolphins, Dad?” Lamond tugged on his father’s hand.

  “No, that’s tomorrow, remember?”

  Justin led them to a Lexus SUV with a cherry sheen so deep it was almost black. “Give me your keys and I’ll get Anna’s car seat. Do you have a stroller in your trunk?”

  Meredith dug her keys from her bag. He returned quickly and fastened Anna’s carrier in the rear seat, facing backward. If this man was as efficient in court as he was with babies, he was a force to be reckoned with.

  They all piled in and buckled up. Meredith chatted with Mauli while Justin drove south on the highway. Mauli had been frequenting the gift shops in the little beach town and described the delightful presents she was storing away for Christmas and birthdays.

  When Justin parked, it was at a wharf area, and they got out. Their first stop was the public rest room in a charming cluster of shops built to look as though they’d been there a hundred years. While Meredith changed Anna, Justin unfolded the stroller he’d stored in the back of his vehicle. Lamond asked to push it, but Justin told him that was Meredith’s job.

  Funnel cakes caught Lamond’s attention next, so Justin bought enough to go around.

  “You’re a bad influence,” she said as the boys ran ahead and Mauli hurried after them. “I don’t usually eat this stuff.”

  Justin leaned toward her and brushed powdered sugar from her chin. Her heart skittered at the touch and at his attention. Her reaction surprised her.

  “Yeah, I’m bad to the bone,” he replied. “Watch yourself. I might suggest ice cream later.”

  She laughed and felt Justin’s warm gaze.

  “That’s a nice sound,” he said.

  Warmth bloomed in her cheeks and she glanced aside.

  Justin shifted his attention ahead. “Turn up here, fellas.”

  After they’d turned right, a fantasyland of metal sculptures came into view, some intricate, some sturdier, all of them turning and spinning in the wind. Meredith’s attention was riveted. “Oh, my!”

  “Isn’t it great? I kicked myself for not getting one of these last year. This time I’m buying something for myself and having one shipped to my mom, as well.”

  Jonah and Lamond wound through the display of art. “Dad, I like this one!” the younger boy called.

  Justin went to study the sculptures with his sons.

  “Come on,” Mauli said to Meredith. “The guy who d
esigns them works inside this building. If we’re lucky, he’ll be making something.”

  Sure enough a tall young man in a cap was seated at a bench pounding metal into hollow shapes the size of half baseballs. He looked up. “Hi, ladies.”

  They watched as he shaped half a dozen of the cups, all the while talking about his craft. He then fastened the cups to a frame that looked like a small windmill. It already had a dozen or more of the wind catchers attached. Finally he placed the whole piece before a huge fan. When he turned it on, the gadget came to life, smoothly rotating in the breeze.

  Justin and the boys had entered the shop, and the boys made appreciative exclamations.

  “I like that one, Dad!” Lamond said.

  “You like all of them,” Justin replied with a laugh.

  “But I like that one the best.”

  “I do, too.” He turned to the artist. “Can I pay for that one and when it’s ready have it shipped to my home address?”

  “No problem,” the man replied. He pushed an intercom button. “My wife’ll come down and take care of the details.”

  “Now let’s find one for your grandma,” he said to the boys, and they began a new search.

  Meredith pushed Anna’s stroller back outside and admired the metal sculptures, wondering if she’d regret not buying one today. It would be fun to have one in her yard as a remembrance of the ocean breezes.

  She decided on a piece with six long, delicate, gently curving arms, the wind cups fashioned like shells and a counterweight on the opposite side of the wheel. As the wind caught it, the arms spun the shells in a whirl of shining metal. Pleased with her choice, she went inside and paid for her purchase.

  “It’s only a few dollars more to ship two together,” the short, friendly faced wife of the artist said. “Unless you need priority or express shipping?”

  Meredith blinked, turning the words over in her mind. “I only want one, thanks.”

  “Your husband is having one shipped home, too, dear. Oh my, you haven’t disagreed on which one to get, have you?”

  The woman’s assumption came clearly into focus. “I, uh, we’re not—”