Not Quite Mine(Not Quite series)

Chapter Twenty-Six





Considering the fact that Katie had no desire to see her mother a week ago, she was disturbed by her desire to stay close to the hospital now. Her internal debate as to why fought inside her mind when she walked down the now familiar path to the ICU from the hospital cafeteria.

The nurses weren’t strict with the visiting hour rules. Some families were forced to stay out of a patient’s room so the nurses could work. Since Annette was in a medically induced coma, there was no need to make any of the Morrisons stay away.

Jack and Gaylord had left the hospital about an hour before to grab a bite to eat.

Valerie walked into the room with an IV bag in her hand. “How are you holding up?” she asked.

Katie glanced at her mother from across the room and shrugged. “We weren’t close.”

Valerie went about her task. “Your friend Monica told me that.”

Monica had been great. She explained things in a way that made sense. She kept her explanations free of a bunch of medical terms that no one but those who worked in a hospital understood, and got down to the facts.

“I’m sure it’s still hard seeing your mother like this.”

Katie sipped her cooling coffee. “I haven’t seen her like anything in a very long time.”

“Hey, Valerie?” one of the other nurses called from the desk adjacent from the room.

“Yeah?”

“Mrs. Morrison has another visitor.”

“No problem.” Valerie stepped out of the room and Katie waited for her brother and father’s return.

A petite woman walked to the door of the room and gasped when she looked at the bed. “Oh, Annie.”

Katie waited for the woman to realize she was there before she said anything. The visitor’s tearful gaze found hers and she gasped a second time.

     





“Oh, my, you must be Katelyn.”

“You have me at a disadvantage,” Katie said.

“I’m Tina, a friend of your…of Annie’s.” The woman’s hesitation in calling Annie her mother didn’t go unnoticed.

“I didn’t know she went by Annie,” Katie said, making conversation with the stranger.

The woman moved farther into the room and placed a hand on the side of the bed. “She hates Annette. Says it makes her feel old.”

Tina pulled a chair closer to the bed and stroked her mother’s hand. “You’re not looking too young right now, are you, Annie?” she whispered, obviously upset.

Seeing someone holding her mother’s hand and talking softly reminded Katie of just how removed she was from her mother. “You’ve known her for a while?” Katie asked, hoping the woman would paint some kind of picture of the person her mother was.

“At least five years now. We met at the club.”

“The club?”

“A health club. Well, you know, a place for a little exercise and plenty of play.”

OK, so her mother wasn’t completely without funds.

“I’m sorry to say this, but I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Annette still has my father on an emergency contact list.”

Tina opened her mouth, closed it. “Oh.”

If Tina was shocked to see her, perhaps she shouldn’t be here.

“Maybe I should go,” Katie said suddenly feeling out of place.

“No. Please, I’m sorry I said that. I’m sure Annie would want to see you when she wakes up.”

“Really? I’m not so sure. She’s not tried to see me in years.”

Tina shook her head. “She saw you every time your picture ended up in a paper.”

Great, so her mother followed the tabloid crap. “Not the same.”

“No. I’m sure it’s not.”

Katie’s gaze skirted to her mother and then out the window. “She told my brother and me that she was living in Europe. Sent Christmas cards from there. Do you have any idea why she did that?”

“No. I thought perhaps all of you had a falling out. I knew about you and Jack…it is Jack, right?”

“Yes.”

“But she didn’t elaborate as to why she had little to do with you.”

“Nothing! She’s had nothing to do with us. My brother was married two months ago. She sent a gift and a card.” Reminding herself of her mother’s behavior brought back the anger she’d felt on the plane. The room started feeling a little smaller and the desire for fresh air became a need.

“She’s not a bad person, Katelyn. She might have been a terrible mother, but not everyone is built to nurture others.”

“Then why have us in the first place?”

Tina offered a sympathetic smile. “You’ll have to ask her that.”

Katie stood and grasped the handle of her purse. “Not an option right now, is it?” She knew her anger was misguided toward the woman in the room, but it didn’t stop her from snapping. Katie hated that this stranger, this woman who had a good ten years on her mother, knew more about Annette than she did.

It pissed her off that her mother waited until something awful happened to remember she had children.

“I should go,” Tina said.

“No. I’m going. Please ask the nurse to call me if anything changes.”

Katie left the room and the unit in a rush.

Built to nurture others!

Could it be that simple? Could it be that Annette, no Annie, just didn’t want to be a mom?

The suffocating heat hit her as she exited the hospital and started walking.

She found a coffeehouse, ordered an iced tea, and dialed Dean. She was never so thankful to have him pick up.

“Hey, darlin’,” his voice was low, concern for her poured through the phone.

“I need you to talk me down,” she told him.

“Oh, no…what happened?”

She relayed the short conversation with Tina and did her best to explain how torn she was about the entire ordeal. “If it wasn’t for Jack and my dad, I’d get the hell out of here right now. Built to nurture others! Can you believe she said that? Thinks that?”

“What bothers you more, Katie, the fact she said it or that you already knew it to be true?”

“Both! It’s just so infuriating, Dean.”

“I know, darlin’. Do you want me to fly out?”

“No. I’m all right. The nurse said they were going to take her off the ventilator and wake her up slowly tomorrow morning. Then maybe she can tell me herself that she could give a shit about us and I can leave.”

Dean cleared his throat. “Do me a favor, Katie. Don’t let her have the power to make you this upset.”

Katie watched a woman walk by pushing a stroller and drew in a deep breath. “I’m trying. I was doing great until Tina showed up. Let’s talk about something else. How’s Savannah?”

“She’s a pooping machine, this little girl.”

Katie smiled, finding her happy place. “Keeping you busy with diapers I take it?”

“Oh, yeah. She loves being naked.”

She laughed. “We’re going to have to work that out of her.”

“We’ll have a few years to worry about that.”

We? She liked the sound of that. With all the high drama she’d nearly forgotten about her recent conversation with Patrick. Maybe Maggie wasn’t a nurturing mother either?

Maybe Maggie would have ended up abandoning Savannah later in life and screwing her up in the process.

Then Dean would have been a single father…like hers.

“She’s easy to love, isn’t she?”

“You can say that again.”

Her phone beeped in her ear. She pulled it away and noticed her brother’s number. “Looks like Jack is looking for me. I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving the hospital.”

“All right, darlin’. Everything’s good here. Call when you get a minute.”

“Thanks again, Dean.”





The doctor didn’t call with the test results until the morning after Dean thought he’d have his answers.

When he answered the call, his hand actually shook.

“Mr. Prescott?” The voice on the line was a woman.

“That’s me,” he said.

“Dr. Ellis would like to speak with you. Can you hold for him?”

“Sure.” Dean was in his office, hoping that when he got this call he’d be able to continue with his day regardless of the answer. If he wasn’t a father, then he would act as if nothing had changed. When in fact, nothing had…but if the answer was yes…well, he’d work through the shock instead of staring at Savannah all day.

“Dean?”

“Dr. Ellis.”

“I have your test results. Is this a good time?”

Dean huffed. “As good as any.”

     





“Congratulations, Daddy. Your DNA was a perfect match to Savannah’s.” Dr. Ellis went on to say something about the accuracy of the tests used today and how Dean had nothing to worry about.

“Are you there, Dean?”

His skin tingled and he felt surprisingly light-headed. “I’m here. I’m sorry. Thank you.”

“Best of luck, Dean. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.”

“You’ve done plenty, Doctor. Thank you.”

He stared at an invoice on his desk for twenty minutes.

I’m a dad.

He thought of Katie, of her holding Savannah and smiling at him.

I’m a dad.

He opened the picture function on his phone and brought up Savannah’s picture. So beautiful.

I’m a dad.

Being Savannah’s father answered one very important question he and Katie had been asking for weeks.

Maggie’s her mother.

Dean turned off his computer and left his office. “I’ve got to go,” he told Jo.

“Is Katelyn OK?” she asked, concerned.

Hesitating, he tried to smile. “She’s doing OK. But, uh, I have something I need to do. I’ll be out of reach—fire, flood—”

“Or surprise inspection,” she finished his sentence for him. When he couldn’t be disturbed he’d always said that only a fire, flood, or surprise inspection should interrupt him. “I know the drill, Dean. You all right?”

The shock must have shown on his face. “Yeah. Hold it all down, Jo.”

“I do that every day, boss.”

Yeah…and today he was damn thankful for her skills.

He drove around the block where Maggie had lived when they were engaged. The condominium complex wasn’t secured so he drove into the parking lot and found a visitor spot.

He sat in the car with the engine running, trying to figure out what he was going to say.

He’d driven over without thinking. Why hadn’t she told him she was pregnant? Why did she give Savannah up? What the hell was she up to? Was she coming back to get Savannah one day, to hurt him for not fighting to keep Maggie in his life?

Memories of their breakup surfaced. He hadn’t thought much about her in a long time. The fact that he’d pushed her out of his mind so quickly, so completely, proved to him they weren’t right for each other.

“I can’t do it,” she’d said less than a week before their wedding.

“Can’t do what?”

She’d asked for them to have a quiet lunch at one of “their” restaurants. She would meet him there.

He knew afterward why she didn’t want them in the same car.

She removed the ring he’d placed on her finger six months before.

He’d asked her to marry him after only a few months of dating. They had been in a club with some friends, they’d both been drinking. “I’m tired of the dating scene,” he’d told her. “Let’s get married.”

In hindsight, he hardly knew her. She quickly accepted and they both fell into the thought of being married. The closer to the wedding, the more he told everyone how perfect she was.

Then little things started to bug her. Motorcycles are dangerous. He hardly drove the one he owned as it was. She wanted it gone.

Are you going camping with your friends again? He and Mikey managed two trips…maybe three a year tops.

The blow to his ego kept him quiet while she told him they weren’t right for each other. “You’re not ready to get married,” she had said. “Not to me anyway. You’re not in love with me.”

He wanted to counter her…but he couldn’t.

He didn’t.

He left the café with his ring and drove to a resort town in the San Bernardino Mountains. He parked his motorcycle and found the nearest bar. Jack and Mike found him and helped him drink to forget. Then they helped him sober up and kicked his ass back to work.

In the days and weeks that followed, he was thankful Maggie had called it all off.

She was right. He wasn’t ready to marry her…he didn’t love her.

But God damn it, he didn’t know she was pregnant with his child. He would never have let her walk away had he known. He took care of his responsibilities and Savannah now topped the list.

Anger started to build in his blood. If he confronted Maggie now, who knows what he’d do.

With his truck still running, he pulled out of the parking space and decided to go home first. He needed a level head before this conversation.