Pelican Court (Cedar Cove #3)(74)

Knowing she must look a sight, she handed Katie to him and self-consciously ran her fingers through her hair. It’d been a month since she’d seen Jon, other than in passing. He seemed to be avoiding her, and after the New Year’s Day dinner, she’d stayed clear of him, too. Seeing him now, while she felt and looked so dreadful, worsened her dismay. But with Katie this sick, Maryellen had no choice.

“She’s already on antibiotics,” she explained again as Jon lovingly attempted to comfort the baby. “The doctor said it might be a day or two before she starts feeling better, but she’s still got a fever and she can’t sleep.”

Jon gently brushed his lips over Katie’s brow. “I think her fever’s down a bit.”

“Thank God.”

Maryellen gauged the baby’s temperature by touch, using the back of her hand. He was right; Katie’s forehead felt less feverish after the Tylenol.

“What do you think? Should we take her to the emergency room?” Maryellen asked. She hated the thought of dragging Katie out in the cold and exposing her to God only knew what else, especially if it wasn’t necessary. But she didn’t feel confident enough to decide that on her own.

“Let’s give it an hour and see,” Jon suggested.

Maryellen nodded. If Katie’s fever had broken, maybe she’d be able to sleep.

“I’ll stay with you,” Jon said.

Maryellen hadn’t wanted to ask, but was so grateful she couldn’t speak, afraid she’d burst into tears, and merely nodded.

They shuffled Katie between them while he removed his coat, then sat down in the rocking chair with his daughter.

“She breathes more easily when someone holds her,” Maryellen said, swaying with exhaustion.

“Go to bed,” Jon told her. “There’s no reason for us both to be up.”

“But…” Maryellen didn’t know why she was arguing. “You’ll come and get me in an hour?”

Jon glanced up. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re too stubborn for your own good?”

She stared at him.

“Go,” he said, pointing toward her bedroom.

Maryellen was too exhausted—and too grateful—to do anything other than nod obediently and trudge off. Being a single mother was so much more difficult than she’d thought possible. She could never have imagined what it was like to walk the floors with a sick baby, to make important decisions—decisions that affected her child’s life and health—by herself. She didn’t know what she would’ve done tonight without Jon.

Maryellen collapsed onto her bed, weak with a tiredness that attacked her very bones. Her head was spinning, and she was convinced she wouldn’t be able to sleep.

She closed her eyes—and the next time she looked at the digital readout on her clock-radio, three hours had passed. Tossing aside the covers, she hurried into the living room and discovered Katie sound asleep in Jon’s arms.

He opened his eyes when she walked in.

“She’s asleep,” Maryellen whispered, hardly able to believe it. His arms must be aching from holding Katie so long. She reached for the infant, and as soon as she held her, Maryellen realized Katie was in a deep sleep.

“She seems to be over the worst of it,” Jon said, following Maryellen into the baby’s room.

“I hope so.” Ever so gently, she placed her in the crib. When Katie turned onto her side, Maryellen pressed one hand to her daughter’s back. Heat no longer radiated from the small body. “The fever’s broken,” she whispered, covering her with a light blanket.

“What time is it?” Jon asked outside Katie’s room.

“Five-thirty,” she told him. “Stay,” she urged. He looked as tired as she’d felt a few hours earlier.

Jon rubbed his face with both hands and yawned. “I’ll take the sofa.”

“That thing is short and lumpy. You’ll be miserable.”

His eyes held hers.

“We can share my bed,” she said in an offhand manner, as though his spending the night was a normal occurrence. She might have sounded calm and casual, but her heart was pounding.

Jon continued to gaze at her, apparently not sure he’d heard her correctly.

“I’ll stay on my side of the bed and you stay on yours,” she added matter-of-factly. She wasn’t asking him to make love to her, if that was what he thought. Without waiting for an answer, she moved silently into the darkened room.

Jon still hesitated.

“Those three hours are the most sleep I’ve had in two nights,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You make your own decision, but I’m going back to sleep.” She lay down and kept her back to him. Eyes closed, she pulled the covers around her shoulders.

A minute later, the mattress on the other side of the bed shifted under his weight. “I’ll sleep on top of the covers,” he whispered. “So you won’t worry about me touching you.”

As if she’d mind! Maryellen didn’t respond, pretending she was already asleep. It wasn’t long before she heard the steady rhythm of his breathing and knew he’d drifted off.

Sometime later, when Maryellen woke, her bedroom was filled with light. Jon blocked her view of the clock-radio so she couldn’t see the time. She lifted her head from the pillow in order to look past him. The clock told her it was almost eight. At her movement, Jon’s eyes slowly opened.