what’s
going on. But you wouldn’t have to be personally involved, so it wouldn’t be a
substantial change in your life.”
“Or?”
“Or you could
be more involved. Spend time and everything. We could definitely work something
out. It’s up to you.” After a pause, she reiterated, “But you don’t have to
decide now.”
“Nothing to
decide,” Seth said clearly, scooting his chair back from his desk. “I would
like to be involved.”
She felt a
sickening jump in her gut. “You would?”
“Yes. I would. I’ve
never had a child before. This might be my only one.”
It was a
strange thing to assume, since he was just in his early thirties, but he’d been
alone for most of his life so he must see himself being alone for his whole
future.
“And you want
to...to be involved?” Erin breathed, trying to return to her cool composure. She
shouldn’t be so surprised. Seth’s persona might suggest he’d want to remain
distant from a child, but hadn’t she just lectured him about making those kinds
of assumptions? “Why?”
His eyebrows
shot sky-high. “Do I owe you an explanation?”
Right. Her own
response to him. She returned his ironic look with a quirk of her mouth. “Point
taken. All right. You can be involved. There won’t be much happening for a
while though. It’s early yet.” She stood up, feeling suddenly so exhausted she
was afraid she might fall to the floor. The office spun a little, so she
breathed deeply. “We can stay in touch and try to work out some sort of system
or guidelines about your involvement.”
Seth nodded. “We
should work out a legal contract.”
“Of course, a
lawyer would say that.” She sighed, thinking about how she would feel when
confronted with Seth and all his legal resources. She still remembered a little
about contracts from law school, but she wasn’t going to risk her and her
child’s future on such sketchy knowledge. “Well, I suppose I’ll scrounge up a
lawyer for myself.”
She cringed,
thinking about her bank account. It wasn’t in horrible shape, but—particularly
after her vacation in the Caribbean—she really didn’t need to be forking over
money for legal fees.
Something
flickered in Seth’s eyes. Something that almost looked like respect.
“If it’s all
right, I’d like to be kept updated on your pregnancy too,” he continued. “You’ll
let me know how things are progressing?”
Erin stared up
at him in surprise. “Of course.”
She was silent
for a moment, and finally Seth shifted from foot to foot. “I assume you’re not
expecting me to get down on one knee and propose now.” His voice was dry and
amused.
“You do that,
and I’d definitely faint. I’m a little woozy as it is, so I wouldn’t risk it if
I were you.” She paused. “That’s one thing at least we’re agreed on. This isn’t
a sappy romance, and this baby isn’t going to draw us together into some sort
of eternal love.”
“I’m glad we
can both be realistic about it.”
Erin smiled
back at him, feeling oddly comforted by his reaction. If he were as
matter-of-fact about this as she was, then maybe it wouldn’t have to be complicated.
Then, gazing up
at him—a powerful, articulate, attractive, unattainable man—she experienced a surreal
feeling that was made up of terror and bewilderment and wonder. “Are we really
having a baby?”
“I believe
that’s what you came here to tell me.”
She shook her
head. “Weird.”
She had looked
away momentarily, but—when her eyes returned to his face—she caught a look that
was as unexpected as it was telling. He looked almost anxious .
He’d acted
calm, controlled, and down-to-earth about this whole thing, but it couldn’t
have been as easy as that. Erin had spent two weeks brooding over this change
in her life and desperately trying to figure out what to do about it. Seth
seemed to have made his decision in just a few minutes, but there must be more
going on that she couldn’t