Clifford Arbor: Savouring Emily (12 page)

“They need you, Chase.”

He heard the words and he knew in his heart he didn’t have much choice.

“How did you cope after losing your baby?” he asked. In all the years since he recalled his mother’s miscarriage, he’d never thought about how it affected his family.

His mother cupped his face and stared up at him. “It broke me. I wanted to give you a brother or sister so badly. Afterwards I felt like a failure but what got me through? I still had you.”

The tears he’d tried to keep at bay spilled over. He rubbed a hand over the wet patches and tried to turn his head away.

“Cry, honey. Let it all out.”

“She doesn’t have another child to fall back on,” he wept. For so long he’d depended on no one but himself. This would be the first time since Emily left him that he cried.

“I didn’t consider you a fall back. I loved you son and Emily has you and Lawrence. If I remember everything about that girl, I know she loves you two, with a passion.”

Chase nodded his head and stared at the doors to the hospital.

“Now, get in that hospital and take care of your family. They need you.”

Chase threw down the cigarette and went inside. Lawrence waited outside her room.

The future with his lovers still looked promising.

“Are you going to go and see him?” Lawrence asked. He stopped and glanced down the hall where his son would be taken care of.

“I don’t know if I can?” he admitted.

“He’s a strong little guy. Go and say hi to our son. I’ll take care of her.” Lawrence pushed him in the direction of the baby and Chase found himself moving closer. He walked past the waiting room where his parents and friends sat.

With each step he felt like he was walking into heart ache.

He buzzed on the door and a woman near a desk questioned him.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes,” he croaked. “My son is here. My wife has just given birth.”

“Could I have her name?”

“Emily Spencer.”

The door buzzed and he walked inside. “Make sure your hands are washed and cleansed.”

Chase washed and cleansed his hands and followed the doctor who’d taken his son with her. In the room were several other incubators.

“Here is your son.” The woman left him and he glanced down at small little boy who was his son.

Tears formed in his eyes and fell as he watched the little boy breath. He looked so tiny. How can something so tiny be expected to live. Chase rubbed his eyes and turned away. His chest burned and the lump in his throat was hard for him to swallow.

That small life in the incubator was his son. No longer could he view the baby as something not to care about. He’d given life to his son. The baby opened his eyes and stared up at him. Nothing mattered anymore.

He loved his son and he’d do everything in his power to make sure he was cared for.

Chapter Seventeen

Emily made a full recovery and made regular visits to her son’s room. In no time at all Chase and Lawrence were taking her home. She hated leaving the little guy but he wasn’t ready to come home.

All three of his parent’s spent time decorating and arranging a nursery in their home. Chase bought as many cookbooks as he could about baby feeding and the nutrition a mother needed after giving birth. Emily used a breast pump to gather milk for her son. She couldn’t believe how wonderful life was turning out. Within a month they’d registered her son, Chase Lawrence Spencer Junior. A mouth full but she didn’t want him named after anyone else.

Chase was putting up a fight about having more children. Emily knew she’d bring him around. There was nothing going to stop her from having what she wanted.

Three months later they Christened their son and Edward and Molly were the nominated Godparents. She was determined to have her own way and if that meant she had to push them in the right direction that is what she was going to do.

She smiled when she thought of the time she’d spent away. Emily never imagined what her life could be like. From the twenty year old virgin who stumbled upon her parent’s secret to the night she spent with Chase. Never had she anticipated for her life to be so magical. She had the love of two men, a family of her own and the support of her town. Chase and Lawrence were lovers and both men loved her more than anything. She loved being part of their special bond and witnessing their love first hand. Every night they tucked their son into bed and went down the hall where they made love for most of the night.

It was true. Clifford Arbor was a place to cherish and love. No one was disgusted by the love of three people.

Emily lay between her two men and said a prayer. She thanked her parents and most of all she thanked the love and support of the two men in her life.

If she could have her happy ending, then so could Molly.

The End