Rosewood Lane (Cedar Cove #2)(51)

“Twins!” Jack fell back onto the sofa.

Eric reached for the top envelope and withdrew a folded paper. “See for yourself.”

Jack clambered to his feet. He took the paper and examined it, with Olivia glancing over his shoulder. Sure enough, the fuzzy photograph revealed two distinct fetuses. They were positioned in such a way that it was easy to detect the sex. “Both boys from the look of it,” Jack announced.

“Shelly didn’t include a note with the ultrasound results?”

“No,” Eric said, “but when I got this, I thought we should talk, so I drove over to the apartment…”

“And?” Jack pressed.

Eric ran his hand over his face and didn’t seem to know where to start. “The thing is, I love Shelly. These last few months have been hell, the two of us being separated like this.”

“They’ve been hell for me, too,” Jack muttered, and Olivia elbowed him in the ribs.

“Did you have the chance to talk to Shelly?” she asked sympathetically.

“I told her the truth,” Eric said. “I love her, I’ve always loved her. I don’t care if the baby—the babies are mine or not, I want to be with her.” He rubbed his face a second time and Olivia thought he might break into tears. “I can’t do any better than that, can I? I’ve already given her my heart. I offered her my forgiveness, too. What more can I do?”

Olivia groaned. “She doesn’t need your forgiveness, Eric.”

“They can’t be my babies,” Eric cried. “But I’m willing to make them mine, if she’d let me.”

“She refused?” Jack was clearly outraged. “The woman needs to see a shrink! You both do.”

“Jack!” His son didn’t need chastisement now; he was already depressed. It wouldn’t help to heap more blame and censure on his burdened shoulders.

“Shelly wouldn’t talk to me. She threw me out.”

“Of your own home?” Jack was practically growling. “The woman is a fruitcake!”

“Jack!” Olivia elbowed him again. He was making matters worse instead of better. “Let the boy tell us in his own way.”

“Sorry,” Jack said, although he didn’t sound it.

“I went to talk things over with Shelly. I wanted her to know that I don’t care who the father is. Me, this new guy she works with or some man on the street.” His face hardened, and while he might be saying the words, Olivia found it difficult to believe them.

“And she threw you out?” Again it was Jack whose voice rose in disbelief.

“Shelly was crying too hard for me to hear what she said, but she made one thing plain,” Eric murmured. “She wanted me out of there.”

“Women,” Jack muttered. “Can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em.”

“Would you stop,” Olivia demanded. “Cut the clichés and the unhelpful comments, okay?”

Jack cast her an apologetic look.

“Shelly said it would be best if I was completely out of her life.” Eric spoke in dull tones, and his misery was breaking Olivia’s heart.

“What about the babies?” she asked.

“She said…it’s too late.”

“Too late? What did she mean by that?” Jack shouted.

“She doesn’t want anything more to do with me.” He seemed even closer to tears. “At least, I think that’s what she said.”

“She might’ve been saying something else,” Jack said desperately. “Maybe you didn’t understand….”

“I understood the door she slammed in my face,” Eric told him. “It’s over for us, I know that now.”

“Let’s not be hasty,” Jack said. “Let’s—”

“Eric, sit down,” Olivia instructed, ignoring Jack. “I’m going to make a pot of coffee, and then the three of us are going to discuss this.”

“What’s there to discuss?” Eric asked, shrugging hopelessly.

“Quite a bit, actually, because those babies are going to need their daddy and—” she paused and stared pointedly at Jack “—their grandfather, too.”

“What more can I do?” Eric asked again, following Olivia into the kitchen.

“Don’t worry,” she said confidently, gathering him close. “Life has a way of turning out for the best. If your mother was here instead of in Kansas City, she’d tell you the same thing. It’s painful just now, but be patient. Shelly will eventually reach out to you. She needs you, Eric, and she wants you back in her life.”

“You think so?” His eagerness to believe, made his expression—so vulnerable and expectant—almost painful to watch.

“I do.” Olivia nodded, sincere in what she said to him. In her experience, a woman didn’t maintain as much contact as Shelly had—dinner with Jack, sending the ultrasound pictures—if she wanted to sever all relations with a man. The things she’d said to Jack, suggesting that she and Eric would see each other after the birth, struck Olivia as promising, too.

“Really?” Jack asked. “How long do you think it’ll take?”

“Yeah,” Eric echoed. “How long?”