Saving Us(43)

“I would never want that either. Would you rather us go somewhere else?” Conner gave me a dirty look. He wasn’t going to be happy if Colt said yes.

“No, I don’t want you to leave. You and that baby are family now. Get yourselves settled. We can talk more about things later.”

Conner and Colt went outside to talk about work, while I stayed behind with Van. “I’m so sorry we had to come here. I feel like Colt hates me.”

Van picked up Christian and carried her away from the front door. She had followed the guys to the door when they walked outside. “He doesn’t hate you. This all just reminds us of a time that we don’t like to think about. I’m sure you know the story about Bella’s birth father.”

“My God, Van, I am so sorry. I didn’t even think about that.” I felt like such a piece of shit.

“Amy, it’s fine. This isn’t your fault. You and Conner have a baby on the way. You need to be safe and happy. It will be good that you’re here. I get lonely sometimes.”

Her words made me feel better. “Really? You are okay with it? Because, I really like it here. It’s so beautiful and quiet.”

She pulled me in for a hug. “Everything is going to be fine. Worrying is bad for the baby. I guess I have a lot to teach you,” she teased.

I had been planning on getting all of my advice from Miranda. As much as I was happy to have a friend here, it made me miss my best friend. “That would be nice. I better go back to Conner’s to call Miranda and let her know we’re alright. I left my cell phone there.”

Van started chasing after Christian again. She was funny when she tried to move fast with her big belly. “I’ll just see you later then.”

“Yeah, I’ll stop by later.”

Maybe everything was going to be alright after all.





Chapter 20

Conner



There was something about being back home that made things easier. After talking to Colt, it was clear that he was a little leery about Amy and I bringing our problems to Kentucky. He didn’t tell us we had to leave, not that I was going to take no for an answer. My mother would have gone to his mother and they would have sided with me and Amy.

After a few days things started to go smoother. Amy kept in touch with Miranda every day. She spent her afternoons with Van, looking for ideas for the nursery. My mother pretty much moved in with John immediately. I think she just needed that push to make her finally do it.

Every night we would check the internet for news on the police finding Rick, but nothing was ever there.

It took us about a week, but we were able to get an appointment to see a local doctor. It was the same obstetrician that Van used, so Amy took having to switch doctors better. It wasn’t like she had a good relationship with the one at home anyway. Aside from her initial appointment, she hadn’t been to her again.

They decided to do a sonogram right away, which was exactly what we were hoping for. I was dying to learn the sex of the baby and Amy just wanted to make sure that our baby only had five fingers on each hand. I told her it was a joke, but she said after I had told her that story, she dreamed that our child had six fingers.

I don’t know who was more nervous when the doctor rolled the device over Amy’s belly. She was hooked up to a monitor that let us hear the heartbeat. Just knowing that it was our baby’s heart, almost brought tears to my eyes. I held onto Amy’s hand while we waited for the doctor to tell us what we were seeing on the monitor.

She pointed to the screen. “This is the head.” She moved the device to another position. “Arms and fingers.”

While we were watching we could see the baby moving it’s fingers. It was amazing.

She repositioned again. “Did you all want to know the sex?”

“Yes,” We both said at the same time. I looked at Amy and laughed with her.

“Just give me a second. This little one is being secretive. He or she has their leg in the way.”

The poor woman tried for a good five minutes, but our baby had its legs tucked in a way that made it impossible to see what was between the legs. “I’m sorry folks. This little one doesn’t want me to see.”

Sure, it was disappointing. Amy really wanted to know so she could start decorating the nursery. I just wanted to know.

In the next month Amy talked to her father on a day to day basis. She had convinced him to come visit whenever the boys got out of school. Amy’s belly really started to pop out and luckily she was able to wear the maternity clothes that Van had grown out of. Since they were only about a month apart, they spent a lot of time together. Plus, I think Amy used little Christian as her practice baby. She had no real experience with a newborn and seemed to be getting more and more nervous about it.