Emily March - Miracle Road

“Fine. I’m out of here. You call me in June when it’s time for me to pick up my child.”

He whirled around, charged out of her room, and marched down the hall, barreling toward the front door until he almost ran into a woman rushing in. “Lucca?” his mother said, her eyes going wide when she got a good look at his face. She clutched his arm. “What’s wrong? Tony? Is he hurt worse than they said?”

Lucca wanted to be ten years old again. He wanted to climb into her lap and let her hold him and rock him and comfort him.

The dam broke. “She’s pregnant, Mom. Hope is pregnant, and she just told me she doesn’t want anything to do with our baby. She doesn’t want me. She told me she was giving him to me and then walking away. We don’t even know if it’s a boy. She’s not even that far along and she’s making all these decisions. I know she has issues because of the kidnapping, but damn. I love her. Why doesn’t she want us? Why doesn’t she love us?”

Maggie Romano gazed up at her son, her expression filled with compassion and concern. “Oh, Lucca. I’m sure Hope doesn’t mean it. Her emotions must be a jumble right now.”

He didn’t want to hear his mother make excuses for the woman who had just plunged a knife into his heart. Suddenly, he was angry, as angry as he’d been in a very long time. She didn’t want him. She didn’t want to fight for him. For them. She was letting her past rule her present and her future, and he was tired of coming in second to the lost memories of a life she once had. “You know what? It’s okay. I’m done. I have my own demons to battle. If she doesn’t want help, doesn’t want me, well, fine. I’ll be okay without her. The baby and I will be just fine.”

“Now, Lucca, don’t—”

“No, Mom. It’s okay. I’m through fighting this fight. Maybe she’s right. Maybe she doesn’t have what it takes to be a mother.”

“Don’t you dare say that to her,” Maggie said, her tone and expression fierce. “That’s just being stupid.”

“No, I was stupid to believe that she’d believe in me. In us. Her ex said she was damaged goods. Hell, maybe he was right.”

“Lucca!” Maggie gasped. “You do not mean that and you know it. I will not have you talk like that about the mother of my first grandchild. So stop it. Do you hear me? Stop it right now!”

Lucca was too angry to think. He waved a hand, dismissing her reprimand. He didn’t really think Hope was damaged. She was everything he could ever want. She just didn’t want him.

“Don’t you dare dismiss me!”

Something in his mother’s tone brought him up short and cut off his self-pity in an instant. He swallowed, and felt like he was ten years old. “Mom, it’s just not that simple.”

“Of course it is. You love her.”

He did. But what good did that do him? She didn’t love him in return. “Where’s Tony? Let’s go check on him. He hurt his knee again when he climbed down into the draw to help me get Hope out of the bus. I’m responsible.”

“Lucca Ryan Romano,” Maggie said, more than a little exasperation in her tone. “I know about your brother’s injury, and I have a news flash. You are not responsible for everything that happens in this world.”

He scowled at the Christmas tree decorated with inflated latex gloves. Did no one in this town have normal tree decorations? “I’m responsible for what’s happened here tonight, Mom.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” She lifted her arms and cupped his face in her palms. She stared deeply into his eyes for a long moment, then gave his cheek a gentle slap. “Now, you are going to marry the mother of your baby?”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? She doesn’t want us.”

“Oh, bull. If you believe that then maybe you don’t deserve her. Since when do you give up with time still on the clock?”

“I don’t know what to think, Mom. I’m angry. She makes it look like she has her stuff together, but that’s all a big act. Maybe she’ll never be able to get past what happened to her daughter. I don’t know that I want to beat my head against that wall for the rest of my life. Maybe I should say fine, I’ll raise the baby myself and Hope can spend her life being lonely and afraid.”

“Now, son.”

Lucca closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “It’s been a helluva day.”

“Then go on home. A walk in the snow will do you good.”

“I think I’ll do that.” Lucca gave her a hug, then hesitated, “How bad is Tony’s knee?”

“I don’t know yet. Zach said it was swollen and painful to walk on. Let’s hope it’s just a sprain and he didn’t tear something again.”

“I should stay, in case he needs my help getting home.”

“Not necessary. Gabi is already here, and Zach is on his way. You go on home.”

He ground his molars and cast a glance down the hallway toward Hope’s room, then turned and walked away.

The minute he was out of sight, Maggie pumped her fist. Finally. A grandbaby!

She decided Tony and his leg could wait. Breezing down the hallway, she paused at the nurse’s station and asked for Hope’s room. She knocked lightly, then stuck her head inside. “Hope? I saw Lucca as he left the hospital. He told me you were here. Mind a little company?”

“Oh, Maggie.” Tears streaming down her face, Hope looked at her and said, “I miss my mother.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I know you do.” Maggie went to her and gathered her in her arms. “It’s a crying shame that you lost her so young, but never forget that a mother’s hug lasts a lifetime, long after she lets you go.”

Hope rested her head against Maggie’s breast. In a little voice, she asked, “Did Lucca tell you?”

“About the baby, you mean? Yes, he told me.”

“He’s angry.”

“He’s hurting. But then you are hurting, as well, aren’t you?”

“I can’t do it, Maggie. I know you’ll probably hate me, too, but I simply cannot go through this again.”

“I don’t hate you. Don’t be silly.” Maggie stroked Hope’s hair gently, offering silent comfort. “I think you have one of the most loving hearts I’ve ever run across. The change you have brought about in Lucca … for that, I will be forever grateful.”

“He will be a good father.”

“He will be an excellent father.” Maggie tilted Hope’s chin up so that she could look into her eyes. “And you are an awesome mother.”

New tears swelled and overflowed. “How can you say that? I lost one baby and now I’m giving the other away.”

Maggie’s heartfelt sigh drifted across the hospital room. “I have some experience with this. I don’t regret my decision to give up Zach for adoption. It was the best thing I could do for him. That’s my advice to you, love. Put your child’s needs first and you won’t go wrong.”

“Are you speaking as Lucca’s mother or my friend?”

“It’s a fine line I walk, I’ll give you that. Luckily, what’s best for your child is what’s best for mine.”

A rap on the door preceded a technician’s entry into the room pushing a machine. “I need you to step outside for a few minutes, ma’am,” she said to Maggie.

“I need to scoot on, anyway. I need to check on Tony.” Maggie rose from the bed, then leaned down and kissed Hope on the forehead. “Sleep well, sweetheart. And don’t despair. Things will look better in the morning.”

“I won’t change my mind, Maggie,” Hope warned.

Maggie waved a hand. “I’m not worried. You’ll do what’s best for my grandbaby. You’re a good mother, Hope. Sleep well.”

Maggie kept the smile on her face until she exited the room. Once she was alone, her smile faded. After hearing the thread of steel in Hope’s voice, she wasn’t nearly as confident as she let on.

Lucca might well be in for a bigger fight than she had realized.

Christmas Eve dawned bright and sunny, but by noon, clouds had moved in, and snow flurried in the crisp winter air. Hope sat on her living room floor surrounded by gift-wrapping paper, ribbon, boxes, and tape. Ordinarily, she enjoyed this particular holiday chore. This year, she wished she’d gone for gift cards.

She wished she’d booked a Christmas trip on a cruise ship or to a beach somewhere, but when she’d accepted Celeste’s invitation to a Christmas Eve gathering at Angel’s Rest, she had been looking forward to spending the holidays in Eternity Springs. Actually, she’d been looking forward to Christmas in Eternity Springs right up until the accident the week before. Since then, Hope had fantasized at least once a day about running away from home for the holidays.

She hadn’t exchanged more than a dozen words with Lucca since she’d thrown him out of her hospital room. At practice and the previous day’s game, however, he’d communicated plenty with the angry glares he occasionally shot her way. She had to admit that she’d expected him to argue with her about her decision. The fact that he hadn’t fought it convinced her that he agreed that she’d made the right decision. He didn’t love her, not really. He’d marry her for no other reason than the baby. Just like Mark. And she’d probably destroy Lucca, too.

Just like Mark.

Hope worked her way through her gifts until she had only one left to wrap—Lucca’s. She opened the box and looked at the coach’s whistle that Sage Rafferty had designed at Hope’s request. She stroked her thumb across the engraving—POWER IS NOTHING WITHOUT CONTROL—then returned it to its box. She’d been so excited to give it to him. Now, it was different. She was different.

You’re scared.

“To the bone. So what else is new?” she grumbled, then chose red foil to wrap his package. How could she give it to him, though? How could she go through these holiday motions when what she really wanted to do was run? Why was she going to the gathering at Celeste’s, anyway? Why was she putting herself through this?