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“Yeah, we’re all fine right where we are,” I agree. “So, if you want to switch out the addresses now, go for it, or you could just save it for later.”

She smiles happily as she crosses off the old address and writes in the new one. I smile happily as I watch her do it, and Megan chuckles as she watches the two of us, happy that we’re so happy.

It’s a real greeting card moment.

“Melissa James?” the nurse calls. She’s holding one of those pee cups in her gloved hand. When Miss steps over, she tells her to please make a sample and place it inside the little door, and Miss disappears into the bathroom to do it.

“Are you really going to marry my sister?” Megan immediately wants to know.

“I sure hope so,” I say. “That’s the plan as far as I know. That’s what people tend to do when they love each other.”

“Two weeks ago, you didn’t even recognize her,” she points out.

“Well, we’ve had plenty of time to make up for that now,” I say, raising my eyebrows at her. “And don’t forget, I wanted to marry her three years ago. It’s weird sometimes how life can come full circle.”

Megan has no chance to grill me further since Melissa comes back out and sits down. It isn’t two minutes before they call her into the back, though. Fortunately, Megan chooses to go back with her, while I choose to sit in the waiting area so we won’t crowd the little room they’ll likely put her in.

When they come back out, Melissa is sporting a Looney Tunes bandage on her arm, so I know she must have tested negative and got the birth control shot, and I don’t ask her any questions until she’s ready to offer up that information. I see by the look in her eyes that she comprehends my understanding, and that’s the entire conversation about that topic. None. Zilch. As usual, we leave the unnecessary words unspoken.

Is that a good thing, though? I know we need to work on our communication, but I can’t figure out if there’s anything bad about communicating in the nonverbal fashion. Didn’t we still understand each other?

Maybe this is the sort of thing couples go to counseling about if they have the time. But I don’t think either one of us needs to go that far. We need to just do something like set aside a ‘let’s talk to each other’ evening once a week. That could work. Anything to get the ball rolling.

The fact that Miss has actually agreed to become my wife is the most important communication the two of us could ever share, in my opinion. Everything after that is flexible.

“You’re awfully quiet, Adam,” says Megan as I’m driving back to my house.

“Was there something I needed to be saying just now?” I ask curiously. “I assumed if there was any news, one or the other of you would let the cat out of the bag by now.”

Melissa chuckles and grins at me. “Well, I just got my flu shot. Oh yeah, and we’ll need to stop by the pharmacy a bit later to get me some prenatal vitamins.”

I almost swerve off the road, but manage to shake off the shock. “Seriously? You wait until I’m driving to drop that bomb? If you were gonna do that, you could have waited five more minutes until I’d parked.”

Both sisters giggle exactly the same way. I’m annoyed as hell, and doing a serious rethink about that whole ‘silent communication’ shtick I was just thinking about, but at the same time I’m completely elated too. I have no idea what’s going to happen with Gena and the boys, but at least there is a part of my life she has no control over.

I can’t help it if that idea feels wonderful. Almost as wonderful as just finding out the woman I love is pregnant with our child

Chapter eighteen

Melissa

It’sthefirstofficialday of classes for the boys, and Adam went to cover a lunch shift, which he’ll be following up with his usual dinner shift, so I’ve pretty much got the house all to myself. I decide to take a long soak in the tub while I can, before I have to go and get the boys.

Adam and I agreed that at least while Gena is in town, we shouldn’t have the kids ride the school bus because it might make it too easy for her to approach the boys. The school has plenty of security, and they are well aware that we don’t want the woman anywhere near them, but Adam just thought it would be a whole lot safer for me to transport them to and from there just in case.

My first prenatal check-up is scheduled for next week, and Sara said she had that day off so she could take the kids for me while I tend to it. It still feels a little surreal to think that this time next year I’ll be married and parenting three kids. It’s actually equal parts scary and exciting.

It’s just as hard to believe so much has already happened over this summer. I went from being totally disgusted by Adam and his poor attitude to falling right back in love with him, agreeing to marry him, and finding myself pregnant with his baby in what now feels like the blink of an eye. It almost makes me dizzy just trying to figure out how all that went down — but there’s no way I’d change any part of it.

Even though I enjoy having time alone, I’m also looking forward to retrieving the boys and hearing all about their experiences at school. I’m hoping they’ll remain eager and interested, rather than deciding they don’t like kindergarten. I know if they decide they don’t like it they might easily revert to misbehavior in an attempt to escape from it, but obviously the tactic isn’t going to work where school is concerned even if they do.

Ironically, after my bath when I check my website, I find that someone in Boston has asked me if I would like to interview for a job maintaining their books for them. They’ve left me a phone number to give them a call, but when I do they tell me they want exclusivity. I explain that I can’t give it because I already maintain other accounts, but I’m more than willing to stop by sometime this week to explain my business model to them more fully. I manage to convince Mr. Stalls to agree to it.

I’m not sure if I should be excited by the prospect or not, since he seemed pretty adamant that he didn’t want me to be working on any data but his own. But if it’s mainly because he’s worried about cross-contamination, I’ll be able to assure him that each account has its own dedicated space and there will be no interconnectivity between any of the businesses. I can also guarantee that I won’t work on his account at the same time as I’m working on another one if that will help. I don’t know if I’ll be able to convince the guy, but I’m glad he’s willing to let me try.

When I go to get the kids, I notice a strange guy being escorted off the property by the two security officers. He is cussing up a blue streak at them in what sounds like Italian, and his darker hair and dark coloring also hint at the same heritage. I have no idea what to think of that, but for some reason it makes me nervous that he showed up around the time the kindergarten class was being dismissed.

I want to find out what’s going on, but I realize now is probably not the right time. Instead, I collect the boys and start driving home. The guy they were just throwing off the property is following along behind us, and I suspect it’s not an accident.

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