Gabriel rocked back on his heels, almost as if he’d been struck.
“Nightmare?” he whispered. “Nightmare?”
Julia couldn’t look at him.
“This is why I need time to think. I don’t know how to express what I feel without hurting you. I’m going to lose everything I’ve worked for because of this. You can’t imagine how much this hurts.”
A muscle jumped in his jaw.
“I’m the one who was hesitant for us to have a baby.” His voice was low. “This has brought up all my old anxieties, too.”
She lifted her head, her eyes flashing.
“You know me, Gabriel. You know I won’t do anything to take this away from you.”
They exchanged a look before she bent her eyes to the floor.
“Let me go with you. We don’t have to talk. I just want to be near you.” His tone grew gentle.
Julia realized that he was trying very hard to be considerate, even though his first instinct was to take charge and take over.
“Fine,” she said, reluctantly.
They walked downstairs and bundled up against the cold, winding scarves around their necks. In the hall closet Gabriel retrieved his beret and Julia found an old knitted cap that belonged to Rachel.
“What would you think of a walk?” He toyed with the keys he’d left on the hall table.
“A walk? It’s freezing out there.”
“We don’t have to walk long. The fresh air will help you sleep.”
“Fine.” Julia followed him through the living room and into the kitchen, where he retrieved a flashlight.
Then she was following him out the back door and onto the snow-covered patio.
He didn’t offer his hand but kept close to her, as if he were worried she might fall.
They walked in silence into the woods, their breath making ghostlike ribbons in the air. When they arrived at the orchard, Julia leaned against the old rock, hugging her arms tightly around her middle.
“We keep coming back here.”
Gabriel stood in front of her, shining the flashlight beam to the side.
“Yes, we do. This place reminds me of what’s important. It reminds me of you.”
Julia turned away from the concern that she saw on his face.
“I have a lot of happy memories from here.” His voice took on a wistful tone. “Our first night together, the night we made plans to consummate our love, our engagement . . .” He smiled. “That night back in the summer when we made love just over there.”
She followed his gesture to the space on which they’d lain entwined. Images and emotions crashed over her. She could almost feel his arms about her, skin against skin.
“Several months ago I was apprehensive about having a child. You persuaded me to have hope; to look forward and not to the past. Our hope was rewarded with the knowledge that my family tree is not entirely cursed.”
“God is punishing me,” she blurted.
His forehead furrowed. “What are you talking about?”
“God is punishing me. I wanted to graduate from Harvard and become a professor. Now—”
“God doesn’t work that way,” Gabriel interrupted.
“How do you know?”
He removed one of his leather gloves and brought his hand to the side of her neck, just under her ear.
“Because a young woman, wise beyond her years, told me so.”
“And you believed her?” She looked up at him, eyes brimming.
“She’s never lied to me,” he whispered. “And when a brown-eyed angel speaks to you, it’s best to listen.”
Julia laughed mirthlessly. “I think your brown-eyed angel screwed up.”
Gabriel’s face grew pained before he exerted control over his features. But she saw his expression.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to hurt you.” She reached for him and he moved closer, moving his other hand to cup her neck as well.
“I don’t know what to say that won’t make me look like a patriarchal, unfeeling ass**le.”
“Oh, really, Professor?”
He pressed his lips together, his eyes guarded. “Really.”
“Try me.”
His thumbs stroked her jaw synchronously.
“I know this isn’t what you want. I know the timing is terrible. But I can’t help it.” His thumbs stilled. “I’m happy.”
“I’m terrified. I’m going to be a mother twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I’ll never be able to study for my general exams and research my dissertation. Not while I have to look after a baby. This is exactly what I was afraid was going to happen.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and two tears escaped, trailing down her cheeks.
Gabriel wiped them away.
“You’re speaking as if you’ll be a single parent, Julianne. But you won’t. I’ll make sure that all the responsibility for the baby doesn’t fall to you. I’ll speak to Rebecca and ask her to move in with us. Maybe I could take a paternity leave or use my sabbatical. I’ll—”