Pregnancy Proposals. Rebecca Winters
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you know about this?” Corinne demanded of Geoff.
A little smile broke the corner of his mouth. “When Dr. Foucher came to see me yesterday morning, he told me Andrea had been to see Dr. Semplis at the clinic the other day. Naturally I was sworn to secrecy. But under the circumstances I can shout it to the world!”
“You’re going to get the grandchild you’ve always wanted, Papa.”
There was an undercurrent of excitement in Lance’s voice that let Andrea know she’d done the right thing to accept his proposal.
“Except that it won’t be a Du Lac.”
Andrea heard his sharp intake of breath. “It will once we say I do at the altar,” Lance informed her. “In fact it will be exactly like the way you became a Du Lac when your mother married my father.”
The strange expression in Corinne’s eyes sent a shudder through Andrea’s body.
“When did you first suspect you were pregnant?” Geoff wanted to know.
“I didn’t have a clue. The doctor had to tell me. No one could have been more surprised than I was.”
In the next breath she told him about her premature menopausal condition and the subsequent chain of events that had happened after Lance found her sick in the forest.
“Your son lived up to his name. He was a true knight who didn’t need anything but Tonnerre for his great deed.”
Geoff laughed. “Now I understand why Brigitte was so worried about you. She said you haven’t eaten anything while you’ve been here. My wife was like that in the beginning. She couldn’t keep anything down.”
“Obviously all that suffering was worth it,” Andrea said.
“Indeed it was.” He stared at Lance. “She gave me a most wonderful son.”
“I agree. You and Lance are blessed to have each other. I can’t wait till my baby’s born.”
“Have you thought of names yet?”
“Give her time, Papa,” Lance broke in. “She barely learned she’s enceinte.“
“Actually I’ve had names picked out for years,” Andrea interjected. “If you can believe, Richard’s great-grandfather was a French-Canadian named Geoffroi Fallon.”
“Incroyable!” Geoff exclaimed.
“I always planned to name a boy after him. When I first met you and learned your name, it took on even deeper meaning for me. Of course if I have a girl, I’ll name her Germaine. That was the middle name of Richard’s great-grandmother.”
The older man’s smile widened. “This calls for a celebration!”
“Not until after the bébé arrives,” Lance declared. “No alcohol for Andrea.”
Always the protector … She had to admit she liked being looked after by him. How did he know so much about a pregnant woman’s needs? It was a luxury totally foreign to her.
She put a hand on Geoff’s arm. “It’s a celebration just to be a guest in your fabulous home. To be honest, ever since I came to Brittany I’ve felt like I was in a beautiful dream.”
Lance’s lips twitched. “Except for the nausea.”
Andrea chuckled. “I suppose you have to accept a little bitter when you’ve been given something so sweet. A miracle has happened to me. I was reading in one of the parenting books Lance bought me. Do you realize that in three months my baby is already fully formed with its little finger and toenails and eyelids.”
A happy laugh broke from Geoff. “You must get a nursery ready.”
“Everything in order, Papa. First thing tomorrow I’m going to drive Andrea to Rennes. I want her to see Maman’s family home. I’ve decided to open it up and we’ll live there.”
Corinne didn’t move a muscle.
Geoff gave a happy nod of approval. “If your mother were alive she’d be overjoyed.”
“Once Andrea has seen the place, we’ll get going on the nursery.”
“While you do that, Corinne and I will get together with Helene and start planning the wedding reception won’t we.”
“Of course.”
Andrea didn’t trust the other woman. Nothing about her behavior was natural or normal.
“In case it rains, let’s do it inside, Papa.”
“I was going to say the same thing. We’ll open up all the rooms on the main floor. What date shall I tell Helene?”
“Andrea and I were thinking three weeks from now. Shall we say June 30? It’s a Saturday. For her sake I want it kept fairly small so she doesn’t have to be on her feet a long time greeting guests.”
“Excellent idea, mon fils.“
“I’ll phone Père Loucent at the St. Vierge Church in Lyseaux. I think a morning ceremony followed by the reception would be best.”
“So do I.”
“Don’t you have a voice in any of this, Andrea?” Corinne had finally ventured a question.
“Lance and I discussed everything in detail at dinner.”
Geoff burst into laughter. “You two remind me of my marriage to Lance’s mother. She got her way in private, but she let me direct traffic in public. I was the envy of my friends.”
“I wish I could have met her.”
“So do I, Andrea. So do I.”
Maybe it was the melancholy note in Geoff’s voice that prompted Lance to stand, bringing their lunch to a close.
“Andrea and I are going to run into the village for our marriage license. We’ll see you two at dinner. I’d like to hear about your trip to Australia, Corinne.”
“So would I,” Andrea echoed him. “I’ve never vacationed outside the States except to come here. According to Geoff you’re the world traveler. You’re so fortunate to be able to do that, I envy you.”
When there was no response Lance helped her to her feet, keeping a possessive grip on her waist.
His father smiled up at them. “You’ve made me an extremely happy man. Another daughter joining the family, and a grandchild on the way—what more can we say, eh, Corinne?”
Andrea admired Geoff. For his stepdaughter’s sake he pretended nothing was wrong. Yet they all knew their announcement had shattered her world.
Corinne pushed her chair back and stood up. She’d leveled her gaze on Lance. “Could I talk to you for a moment before you go?”
Andrea put a hand on his arm. “I’ll get my purse and meet you at the car.”
Lance pressed a brief and reassuring kiss to her lips. “I’ll see you in a minute.” After she disappeared through the French doors he turned to Corinne. “Why don’t you walk out with me.”
With a nod to his father he headed for the foyer with Corinne in pursuit. By the time he’d reached his car, she’d caught up to him.
“After what you’ve done, I’m going to have to tell him the truth.”
Lance opened the driver’s door and got in behind the wheel. “Which version of the truth, Corinne? That you and I got too close while he was on his honeymoon? Or that you offered yourself to me ten years ago and I said no thank you.”
“Lance—” She moved closer. “I’m prepared to be generous and forget everything if you’ll call off your wedding to her and marry me.”
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