“You’re sure?” Nicole asked, then shook her head as she eyed the stick in Brittany’s hand. “Never mind. Stupid question. How far along are you?”
“About six weeks. Maybe seven.”
Back before Raoul was living here, Nicole thought, sure it must have happened while Raoul was staying in the abandoned building. Who knows how much time they’d spent alone together with no one to disturb them.
Brittany rushed to Raoul and snuggled close. “This is going to be great,” she said. “Just like we talked about.”
Nicole fought against the need to shake her head. There was no way she’d just heard that. “Great?” she asked, her voice slightly strangled. “Great? On what planet?”
Brittany gave her a comforting smile. “We have it all figured out. You don’t have to be worried. We’re good.”
“You’re pregnant. You’re still in high school. Nothing about that falls under the definition of good.” Nicole sucked in a breath in an effort to keep from getting shrill.
“We’ll be fine. Nicole, I promise, it’s okay. Look, my parents did this and everything turned out fine. They were young and in love and they were totally happy. Raoul and I are going to be the same way. You’ve seen him play. He’ll get a scholarship to college for sure. We’ll get to be together, like a real family.”
Family, huh? Maybe they could move into Cinderella’s castle, next door to the talking mushrooms but in front of the magic forest. “You can’t have thought this through.”
“We’re getting married,” Raoul said, standing tall and putting his arm around his girlfriend.
Nicole tried to ignore her bone-crushing disappointment. Not him, too. He couldn’t honestly think this was going to turn out well.
“Brittany’s not eighteen.”
The teenage girl flicked away that reality with her wrist. “I will be in the spring, but my dad will give me permission. It’ll be fine. I’ll have the baby next summer, which is perfect. Then I can move to college with Raoul and stay home with our child.”
“Supported by?”
“Different people. It happened for Mom and Dad. The boosters, the alumni, they take care of their athletes. Dad talks about it all the time. We’ll have a cute little house and I’ll learn to cook. I’ve kind of been starting with you, Nicole. It’ll be so much fun.”
Nicole grabbed on to her patience with both hands. “Have you had any experience with children or babies? Do you know how much work it’s going to be?”
“Oh, sure. It’ll be hard at times, but we love each other. Raoul and I only want to be together.”
“That’s not going to happen. He’s going to be practicing every day, and studying. He’ll be going to class and traveling to games while you’re home with a colicky baby, far from your family and your friends.”
“I’ll go on the road trips.”
“Who will take care of the baby during all this?”
“I don’t know. Someone. Or we’ll take the baby with us.”
“You know they cry, right? Sometimes all night long. Raoul will need to sleep so he can play or go to class, which means it’s all up to you.”
Brittany glared at her. “You’re just trying to be mean and I don’t know why. I know it works. My parents made it work. They said it was wonderful and you’re trying to ruin all that. I guess you don’t know what it’s really like to be in love.”
The well-timed verbal slap hit the mark. Nicole took a step back. Maybe Brittany was right. It wasn’t as if she’d been desperately in love with Drew and before him, the men in her life had been rare as Bigfoot sightings.
Still, she knew in her gut this was a disaster in the making. No one wants to get pregnant at seventeen and give up her future.
“What about you going to college?” she asked, keeping her voice low. “What about your dreams?”
“I’ll go back later, after Raoul makes it to the NFL. We’ll be rich. Or my dad will pay for it. I’ll get my degree. I still want that.”
Talk about entitlement, Nicole thought grimly. She turned to Raoul. “Is this what you want? Honestly?”
He nodded. “I love Brittany.”
Meaning he would stand by her no matter what. Nicole had to respect that, if nothing else.
She told herself that at least there was still time. No decisions had to be made this minute. Maybe one of them would get a minor head injury and rediscover common sense.
Brittany smiled at him, then looked at Nicole. “I know you’re having a hard time with this, but please be happy for us. I know it’s all going to work out.”
“Sure.”
“I need to get home.” She kissed Raoul and started for the door. On the way she dropped the pregnancy stick in the trash. “Oh. I left the rest of the kit upstairs.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay. Thanks.” She paused, then looked back at Nicole. “My dad doesn’t know. Can you please not tell him? I want the news to come from us.”
Nicole held up both hands. “I won’t say a word.”
It wasn’t a conversation she was excited about having with Hawk. Not when all she could think to say was, “I told you so.”
AFTER DINNER Nicole went up to Raoul’s room. The door was open, but she still knocked before entering.
He sat up on his bed, reading Julius Caesar.
“I remember having to get through that,” she said, pointing at the slim paperback. “Then they test you on the material because reading it wasn’t enough torture.”
He smiled. “You want to talk about Brittany being pregnant.”
“You’re saying I’m not subtle?” She stepped into the room and turned the desk chair toward him, then sat down.
“I’m worried,” she said. “This is a huge deal. I want to make sure you understand what you’re getting into.”
“Brittany is pregnant. I’ll take care of my responsibilities.”
“Which sounds great, but how? We’ll ignore the fact that after Hawk finds out, he’s going to kill you.”
Raoul shifted on the bed. “Coach won’t be happy.”
“You think? So assuming you make it out of that conversation alive, then what?”
“I get a scholarship and play football.”
If only it were going to be that simple. “What if that goes badly? You blow out a shoulder or a knee? You take a bad hit and you’re out for the season, or worse, permanently. Then what?”
“Then I’ll get a job and support Brittany and the baby.”
“Doing what?” She held up a hand. “Raoul, I know this all seems possible and you can make it work, but it’s not the only option. Doing the right thing doesn’t mean putting your future in danger. Brittany is convinced everything is going to work out perfectly, but you and I live in the real world. We know things can go wrong. There are countless wonderful couples out there who are emotionally and financially prepared to have children.”
“I’m not giving my baby away.”
As soon as he spoke, she realized what she’d said. He was a boy who had never had a home. He would never willingly turn his back on any family he had.
“Of course. I’m sorry. I should have realized.”
That for him, there were no other options. Raoul wasn’t that upset about the baby because to him it meant finally belonging. He wouldn’t lose Brittany or the baby, or so he thought.
“I’m sure everything will work out,” she said.
“You’re not sure. You think it’s a mistake.”
She stood. “Maybe, but what I think doesn’t matter. You know she’s not mature enough to handle this well, right?”
He hesitated, then nodded slowly. “I know, but I am. We’re going to be a family.”
Which in the end was what mattered.
She left him and went into her room and closed the door. It was only then that she realized yet another woman in her world was pregnant. Claire, Jesse, the dog and now Brittany. It seemed like everyone was having a baby but her.
“JUST BE GRATEFUL my ex-husband was totally inept,” Nicole muttered as she finished tying Raoul’s tie. “So I learned how to do this sort of thing.” She adjusted it, then stepped back so he could look at himself in the mirror. “I’m one of three girls. This was not supposed to be in my life-skill set.”
“Thank you.” He smoothed the front of his shirt. “Do I look okay? I feel stupid.”
“You look good. Very GQ.”
Hawk had taken him shopping the previous day after school and bought him slacks, a couple of dress shirts and a sport coat. The items would be getting a lot of use during the next few weeks as college recruiters came calling.
Now Raoul looked uneasy in his new clothes. “I don’t know,” he muttered.
“Hey, listen up. Who’s the best?”
“What?”
“This is a pep talk. Who’s the best?”
“I am.”
He grumbled the words more than spoke them.
She put her hands on her hips. “Excuse me? I want a little enthusiasm or I’m not going.”
His eyes widened. “You have to go. I’m not walking into that restaurant all alone. I won’t know what to say. Look, Nicole, I’m just some kid. I’ve never been anywhere or done anything. I’m not like you. You know, sophisticated.”
If he hadn’t been so sincere, she would have laughed. Her? Sophisticated? Surely he meant her world-traveling, piano-playing sister. Claire had been all over the world. Nicole’s claim to fame was a trip to New York several years ago. They’d seen The Lion King on Broadway, which was just so sophisticated.
“You’re going to do fine because you’re the one being courted. The colleges all want you to lead their winning teams. You’re going to have your pick. They know it and you need to know it. Let him do all the talking. If the conversation stalls, Hawk or I will pick up the slack. You’re the talent. For the night, just pretend you’re Lance Armstrong.”
“He’s a cyclist.”
“Then insert the name of your favorite pro football player into the sentence. You’re the man. Now let’s get going. There’s going to be traffic. You can spend the drive telling me how pretty I look. I’ll find it relaxing and you’ll be distracted.”
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