I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer him. I didn’t know what to say. Nothing I could have said would have made any sense, not to him and not to me. I needed them both.
“You need to decide, Morgan. If you don’t want me, then tell me. Stop keeping me at bay. Either be with me or don’t. I can’t wait any longer. I have tried my best to give you time. I’ve given you almost six months. You have to choose, Morgan.”
I knew I had to choose. I didn’t want to choose. I wanted to keep them both in my life until I figured out who this baby’s dad was. Drew would never understand that.
Dawson would never understand that. No matter what I decided, someone was going to get hurt. Why didn’t I just do the stupid paternity test?
“I can’t give you an answer right this second, Drew,” I said. I couldn’t. I knew that as soon as I was back in Dawson’s arms, I would be right back to thinking I needed him as much as I was feeling like I needed Drew when I was with him.
Drew lay back down and pulled me in his arms with a heavy sigh.
“I love you, Morgan,” he whispered.
“I love you too, Drew. I really do.”
Drew was gone when I woke. I knew he had to leave before daylight. I didn’t like it. I felt alone, sad, hurt, confused. I wanted him back. I wanted to be everywhere he was. I wanted Drew. I decided right that moment that I wanted Drew.
I walked up to our new master bedroom again before showering and getting ready to head back home to Maine, to Dawson. I smiled when I opened the baby’s room. I thumbed through the tiny infant clothing and wondered if Drew had picked them out. There was no way that he would ever wear all of them. There were at least twenty little sleepers. I picked up the tiny little tuxedo and smiled at the embroidery that read ‘Daddy’s little assistant.’
“Oh, Drew what am I going to do?” I said out loud to the empty room.
I smiled again when I read Drew’s text.
“You could start with coming home to me.”
There were cameras. I looked around the room and answered my phone.
“Where are you?” I asked as soon as I saw that it was Drew.
“Waiting for a client. You look good in there.”
“I can’t believe you put cameras in here.”
“You didn’t really think I was going to leave my baby in there all alone without being able to look at him whenever I wanted, did you?”
“No. I guess not,” I replied. Why did I feel so raw, so torn and undone?
“There is one right above the mobile. I can see him sleeping from anywhere.”
I smiled and looked around the room for a camera.
“I’m going to take a shower. By any chance are there cameras in there too?” I asked.
“Of course,” he replied. I didn’t mind. I laughed and shook my head.
“Will you call me later?”
“You call me when you land.”
“I will. I love you, Drew.”
“I love you too, baby.”
I thought about calling Dawson, but changed my mind. One, I didn’t want Drew to know that I was calling him, and two, I wanted to surprise him. He wasn’t expecting me for two more days. I knew it would be later when I got home. I thought I would just show up at his house.
I showered and walked downstairs to wait for Gary. I opened Drew’s office door, and Celeste was sitting at Drew’s desk. I wasn’t expecting to see her there.
I had assumed she was with Drew. She was on the phone barking orders. I thought she sounded a lot like Drew. I felt sorry for the person on the other end. She smiled and waved me inside. I didn’t really want to talk to her. I was just going to leave Drew a little note on his desk.
I listened while she talked.
“I don’t care. If I wanted your excuses, I would have asked for them. You take care of this, and you take care of it now. Do I make myself clear?”
Wow, she was beautiful and powerful. Was she doing my husband? That was the question that I wanted answered. I was sure that she was. She was gorgeous, strong, and proud. She was a female version of Drew.
“Sorry about that,” she smiled and sat in his chair once she hung up.
“Um, it’s okay. I was just going to leave Drew a note. I didn’t know you were here. I will just text him.” I wasn’t sure why, but I was intimidated by this women.
“Sit down, let’s talk.”
What the fuck? I didn’t want to talk to her. I didn’t even like her, and I sure as hell didn’t like her spending more time with my husband than I did.
I sat. Just like I would have had Drew told me to. I didn’t speak. I wasn’t about to speak first. I had no idea what to say to her. We had never even spoke before, other than the polite, hello, how are you?
“How’s the pregnancy coming?” she asked.
“Oh, moving right along,” I awkwardly replied.
She smiled. “Morgan, I hope you don’t think that there is anything going on between Drew and myself.”
What the hell? Did I make it obvious? I decided to be honest.