Her Pregnancy Surprise. SUSAN MEIER
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that not only had Grace nicely disengaged their relationship, but also that he probably wouldn’t run into her in the halls because their positions in the company and the building were so far apart, he went to work happy. But his secretary buzzed him around ten-thirty, telling him Grace was in the outer office, asking if he had time for her.
Sure. Why not? Now that he’d settled everything in his head, he could handle a debriefing. They’d probably both laugh about the mistake.
He tossed his pencil to the stack of papers in front of him. “Send her in.”
He steeled himself, knowing that even though his brain had easily resolved their situation, his body might not so easily agree. Seeing her would undoubtedly evoke lots of physical response, if only because she was beautiful. He remembered that part very, very well.
His office door opened and she stepped inside. Danny almost groaned at his loss. She was every bit as stunning as he remembered. Her dark hair framed her face and complemented her skin tone. Her little pink suit showed off her great legs. But he wasn’t meant for relationships and she wasn’t meant for affairs. Getting out now while they could get out without too much difficulty was the right thing to do.
“Good morning, Grace.”
She smiled. “Good morning.”
He pointed at the chair in front of his desk, indicating she should sit. “Look, I know what you’re going to say. Being away for a week gave me some perspective, too, and I agree we made a mistake the night we slept together.”
“What?”
Confused, he cocked his head. “I thought you were here to tell me we’d made a mistake.”
Holding the arms of the captain’s chair in front of his desk, she finally sat. “I came in to invite you to dinner.”
He sat back on his chair, knowing this could potentially be one of the worst conversations of his life. “I’m sorry. When you weren’t home last night when I called, I just assumed you’d changed your mind.”
“I was at my mother’s.”
“I called your cell phone.”
She took a breath. “And by the time I realized I’d hadn’t turned it on after I took it off the charger, it was too late for me to call you back.” She took another breath and smiled hopefully. “That’s why I came to your office.”
He picked up his pencil again. Nervously tapped it on the desk. “I’m sorry. Really. But—” This time he took the breath, giving himself a chance to organize his thoughts. “I genuinely believe we shouldn’t have slept together, and I really don’t want to see you anymore. I don’t have relationships with employees.”
He caught her gaze. “I’m sorry.”
That seemed to catch her off guard. She blinked several times, but her face didn’t crumble as he expected it would if she were about to cry. To his great relief, her chin lifted. “That’s fine.”
Pleased that she seemed to be taking this well—probably because his point was a valid one—bosses and employees shouldn’t date—he rose. “Do you want the day off or something?”
She swallowed and wouldn’t meet his gaze. She said, “I’m fine,” then turned and walked out of his office.
Danny fell to his seat, feeling like a class-A heel. He had hurt her and she was going to cry.
Grace managed to get through the day with only one crying spurt in the bathroom right after coming out of Danny’s office. She didn’t see him the next day or the next or at all for the next two weeks. Just when she had accepted that her world hadn’t been destroyed because he didn’t want her or because she’d slept with him, she realized something awful. Her female cycle was as regular as clockwork, so when things didn’t happen on the day they were supposed to happen, she knew something was wrong.
Though she and Danny had used condoms, they weren’t perfect. She bought an early pregnancy test and discovered her intuition had been correct. She had gotten pregnant.
She sat on the bed in the master suite of her little house. The room was awash with warm colors: cognac, paprika, butter-yellow in satin pillows, lush drapes and a smooth silk bedspread. But she didn’t feel any warmth as she stared at the results of the EPT. She had just gotten pregnant by a man who had told her he wanted nothing to do with her.
She swallowed hard and began to pace the honey-yellow hardwood floors of the bedroom she’d scrimped, saved and labored to refinish. Technically she had a great job and a good enough income that she could raise a child alone. Money wasn’t her problem. And neither was becoming a mother. She was twenty-four, ready to be a mom. Excited actually.
Except Danny didn’t want her. She might survive telling him, but she still worked for him. Soon everybody at his company would know she was pregnant. Anybody with a memory could do the math and realize when she’d gotten pregnant and speculate the baby might be Danny’s since they’d spent a weekend together.
He couldn’t run away from this and neither could she.
She took a deep breath, then another, and another, to calm herself.
Everything would be fine if she didn’t panic and handled this properly. She didn’t have to tell Danny right away that she was pregnant. She could wait until enough time had passed that he would see she wasn’t trying to force anything from him. Plus, until her pregnancy was showing, she didn’t have to tell anybody but Danny. In six or seven months the people she worked with wouldn’t necessarily connect her pregnancy with the weekend she and Danny together. They could get out of this with a minimum of fuss.
That made so much sense that Grace easily fell asleep that night, but the next morning she woke up dizzy, still exhausted and with an unholy urge to vomit. On Saturday morning, she did vomit. Sunday morning, she couldn’t get out of bed. Tired, nauseated and dizzy beyond belief, she couldn’t hide her symptoms from anybody. Which meant that by Monday afternoon, everybody would guess something was up, and she had no choice but to tell Danny first thing in the morning that she was pregnant. If she didn’t, he would find out by way of a rumor, and she couldn’t let that happen.
Grace arrived at work an hour early on Monday. Danny was already in his office but his secretary had not yet arrived. As soon as he was settled, she knocked on the frame of his open door.
He looked up. “Grace?”
“Do you have a minute?”
“Not really, I have a meeting—”
“This won’t take long.” She drank a huge gulp of air and pushed forward because there was no point in dillydallying. “I’m pregnant.”
For thirty seconds, Danny sat motionless. Grace felt every breath she drew as the tension in the room increased with each second that passed.
Finally he very quietly said, “Get out.”
“We need to talk about this.”
“Talk about this? Oh, no! I won’t give credence to your scheme by even gracing you with ten minutes to try to convince me you’re pregnant!”
“Scheme?”
“Don’t play innocent with me. Telling the man who broke up with you that you’re pregnant is the oldest trick in the book. If you think I’m falling for it, you’re insane.”
Grace hadn’t expected this would be an easy conversation, but for some reason or another she had expected it to be fair. The Danny she remembered from the beach house might have been shocked, but he would have at least given her a chance to talk.
“I’m not insane. I am pregnant.”
“I told you to get out.”
“This isn’t going to go away because you don’t believe me.”