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* * * Continued from Part 9 * * *
Parker, Scotty and I saw each other nearly every day after that night.
We developed a bond, the three of us. Almost like a family, I hoped, but
Parker still kept his distance when it came to giving me advice about
Scotty. He never once chastised me for punishing Scotty, his quiet
demeanor told me that he supported me when I had to revoke privileges from
my precious child. But precious children still get ornery from time to
time and Scotty was no exception.
Scotty was growing increasingly comfortable with Parker, too. He went
from calling him Mr. Lewiston to Parker over the weeks. He knew his way
around Parker's property and once showed Parker a nest of baby rabbits in
one of the pastures. One rabbit had already been accidentally trampled by
one of the horses. Scotty was upset until he and Parker relocated that
little family to a spot Scotty could visit everyday. He frequently left
carrots and apples for his little family of rabbits, squealing in delight
when he would return the next day to find his offerings nibbled and munched
to slivers.
It was during this time that I could almost lose track of the time that
had passed since taking the paternity test. I received a call from the lab
one afternoon when Parker had gone with Scotty to the nearby park. They
were sending a messenger over with the results.
I shook as the messenger handed me the envelopes. This was it. Parker
and Scotty were coming through the parking lot as the messenger turned to
leave. Parker's face blanched. I turned back to the sanctuary of our
small apartment and sat at our little kitchen table. I looked at the three
envelopes, rearranging them, spacing them out on the formica, trying to
decide which to open first. I was still looking at the sealed envelopes
when Scotty and Parker walked into the room.
"Scotty, can you go work on that puzzle we started in your room? I'll
be up in a little while to help you out. Your mom and I need to talk about
something."
Scotty looked from me to Parker and shrugged. "Okay."
Parker sat across the table from me, looking at the envelopes too.
"Which one first?"
"I'll just close my eyes and pick." I closed my eyes and reached for an
envelope. I tore it open shakily. Parker's eyes moved from my face to the
paper I was unfolding. I scanned the results, gasping a little. I cried
out quietly, "Lance is ruled out. Oh, thank God, Lance is out of the
picture!" I reached across the table and squeezed Parker's hand, he
squeezed back.
I reached for the second envelope and stopped. "You read it, Parker.
It's either you or Blake."
"It's not me," he said again.
"You don't know for certain." I was still somewhat hopeful.
He took the envelope from my hand. This would tell one way or the
other. He put the envelope back down on the table. "Wait."
I was worried about him. The tan had faded noticeably from his face and
beads of sweat dotted his brow and upper lip.
"I want to say something first," Parker said quietly, taking both of my
hands in his. "Whatever the results show I want you to know that I don't
want anything to change between us. At least not too much."
"Too much?" I frowned. I had the feeling I knew what was going to come
next. He would like to move on, stop being my crutch and see other women.
Selfishly I had thought we were developing a beautiful relationship. I
stiffened, letting my hands fall from his grasp.
He took my hands again. "Not so fast. I'm not finished with you yet,
lady." He kissed my hand. "The test results don't matter to me but I
understand completely how they matter to the two of you. I want to be in
your life, I want a place in your son's life. If you will agree, Torie,
I'm asking for more of a commitment from you. I'm hopelessly in love with
you and I can't get that kid of yours out of my head. If you'll have me, I
want to make us a real family." Parker looked into my wide eyes, startled
and moved by his declaration. I was speechless.
"Well?"
I heard a little 'yip' from upstairs. I laughed, breaking the tension,
wiping the tears that were now streaming down my face. "I guess that's a
yes. Of course, I need to talk it over with Scotty first."
"No you don't!" Scotty yelled from upstairs. I heard him jumping on his
bed, squealing in excitement, chanting, "Mommy's getting married, Mommy's
getting married . . . "
Parker laughed, "there's our answer Mom." He pulled me close. "But
first, let's get this out of the way."
I reached for the envelope and quickly opened it. Some of my tension
had diminished although I was feeling jittery from another source.
"Parker. This is yours. You have been ruled out." I lifted my eyes to
Parker and watched as his hand ruffled his hair.
"I meant what I said. It doesn't change a thing between us. Now,
though, we have some good news to share with Blake's parents," Parker said
before pulling me close. I cried a little in his shoulder, out of
happiness, out of lives lost, time lost and a little disappointment. He
stroked the back of my head, pausing every now and then to squeeze me
tight. I felt another presence with us, Scotty had wiggled his way within
our arms and we hugged him close. But there was another and I couldn't
help but think that maybe he was happy too, smiling down from wherever he
was perched, wrapping his arms around us, tattoo and all, relaying that
everything will be fine.
***
The guests were settled in their rented chairs under the expansive
canopy of old oak trees in Parker's--our backyard. A white runner ran down
the middle of the aisle and led to a small altar decorated with fragrant
gardenias and ivy. The backdrop of white picket fence and a mother horse
and her colt added to the perfect setting. I never imagined I would have
such a storybook wedding, everything considered. I still decided not to
wear white or anything long and frilly. Scotty was sitting in the front
row with his grandparents, all five of them. I looked down at the picture
he had given me hours earlier, knowing this would make the perfect gift for
Parker. In his childish scrawl he had drawn a picture of himself
surrounded by me (I was the one with the dark hair, skirt and box of
tissues), my mother, Parker on one side of Scotty and Blake, complete with
wings, on the other side of him. Parker's parents and Blake's parents
completed the picture as did a few rabbits and a horse. But the best part
of all was Scotty's handwritten words above Parker and Blake's picture:
they both were named Dad. I rolled the picture up and secured it with a
white ribbon. I was going to hand it to Parker when I met him at the altar
in just a few minutes.
I checked my appearance one more time in the mirror. My dark hair was
swept off my neck and secured with a wreath of fresh gardenias. The scent
of the fresh flowers permeated my space, there was no need for perfume. My
ivory silk sleeveless dress revealed my tanned limbs, my arm only slightly
scarred by the ordeal that brought Parker and me together again. The skirt
fit snug against my rear, ending a few inches above my knee. I wore a
lovely bustier and garter underneath, the stockings sheerest of sheer,
ivory satin pumps completing the outfit. I stepped out the backdoor and
started my journey down the aisle, my eyes never leaving the face of the
man I love. I held tightly to my bouquet of gardenias and one red rose
picked by my son from the rose bushes in the yard. I also held to the
picture my son had gifted us with, a picture that will forever hold a
special place in our home. I smiled and blinked back the tears when I
remembered the words my wise little boy had said earlier that morning:
"Mom, first it was just me and you and now we have so much family. I love
them all." Smart kid, my boy.
* * * The End * * *
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