they would take pity on her.
“I’d like to get this over with sooner rather than later,” she told Tony.
“There’s no rush.”
“I’m responsible for this mess. I need to own up to it.”
“Don’t you think you’re being a little hard on yourself?”
Was she? “Imagine how you would feel if your son was getting married and some woman you’d never even met showed up claiming she was pregnant with his baby. Wouldn’t you want to know who she is? What she’s up to?”
“You’re talking like you’re in this alone. I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase ‘It takes two to tango.’ I’m just as responsible.”
She doubted his family would see it that way. “We shouldn’t put this off.”
He shrugged and said, “If that’s what you want.”
It wasn’t about what she wanted. It was the right thing to do. “Is your grandfather okay?”
The question seemed to puzzle him. “Why do you ask?”
“I didn’t see him at the service today. I thought he might not be well.”
“He’s fine. Just stubborn.”
She wasn’t sure what that had to do with it, but before she could ask, Tony’s phone rang again. He pulled it out and checked the screen, muttered a curse, and rejected the call. He didn’t even have time to slide the phone back into his pocket before it began to ring again. Once again he rejected the call, and this time he switched his phone to silent, muttering under his breath as he turned to Lucy. “So, are you staying?”
“I should probably tell my mom that I won’t be needing a ride home from the airport, or the use of her couch,” Lucy said.
Tony frowned. “She made you sleep on the couch?”
“It was that or the floor.” Which frankly could not have been any less comfortable, though she shuddered to imagine the horrors residing in the fibers of the ancient, threadbare carpet. Her mom’s friends—if you could call them that—were a motley crew of drug addicts and alcoholics.
“She couldn’t take the couch and let her pregnant daughter use the bed?” Tony asked.
If he knew the kind of lifestyle her mom lead, he wouldn’t blame Lucy for not wanting to get anywhere near her mattress. Lord only knew what she might catch.
But he didn’t know much about her family, and she preferred to keep it that way. Tony knew that she and her mom hadn’t had much, but he had no idea how rotten Lucy’s childhood had been. The constant moving from one dumpy, cockroach-infested place to another. Sometimes going hungry for days because there was no money for food. The endless flow of men through her mom’s revolving bedroom door.
But that was all in the past. It had happened, now it was over, and Lucy had moved on.
When she and Tony talked, it was usually about him and his work, or his family. Everything she had ever told him about her life, from birth to the present, wouldn’t take more than a ten-minute conversation. He knew she didn’t see her father, but he didn’t know why. And all he knew of her mom was that she and Lucy had never gotten along.
He didn’t know that starting when Lucy was eight, her mom would leave her alone while she went out, and often wouldn’t return till morning. He didn’t know how many of her mom’s male “friends” had watched Lucy with a lascivious smile, said lewd and inappropriate things. Her mom used to say that it was Lucy’s own fault. That she was inviting the attention by putting out “signals.” And at the time, being a naive and gullible preteen, Lucy had believed her. She still wasn’t sure if on some fundamental, primitive level, she was destined to be like her mom. Maybe she was hardwired that way, and it was inevitable. Only time would tell.
She wondered what Tony would think of her if he knew the truth. If he knew the kind of background she came from, and the questionable origin of the baby’s genetics. What would his family think?
Tony handed her his phone, saying gently but firmly, “I won’t make you sleep on the couch. Make the call.”
It boiled down to what was best for the baby. So she made the call.
Three
Though he was technically on his honeymoon for the next seven days, Tony had some personal business to deal with, so the following morning he went first to the gym, then into the office. He knew full well that at some point during the course of the day he would be accosted by nearly every member of his family. After repeated calls and texts that had gone unanswered they had gotten the hint and stopped bugging him around ten o’clock p.m. last night. And started right back up this morning at eight. He loved his family. He knew that any one of them would be there for him in a pinch. They were just too damned nosy. An Italian trait, he was sure. Or maybe all big families were like that. Either way, he was tired of people being all up in his business, all the time.
He was going to have to deal with them eventually, and shy of calling a press conference, this was the easiest, not to mention quickest, way to deal with this. The alternative to work was staying home twiddling his thumbs until Lucy woke up. Yesterday, after they had a carryout Chinese dinner, she laid down to take a short rest, and had been sound asleep ever since. Over twelve hours when he left for the gym.
He still couldn’t fathom how Lucy’s mom could make her pregnant daughter sleep on the couch. He knew they didn’t get along well, but that was just cruel. If she didn’t want to give up her own bed, couldn’t she have at least sprung for an air mattress? He didn’t know much about the woman. Lucy’s family was an off-limits subject, but meeting her mom seemed inevitable now that he was about to be the father of her grandchild.
It still hadn’t completely sunk in that in three months he was going to be somebody’s parent. He and Lucy still had so much to talk about, so many decisions to make. He wasn’t even sure where to begin.
Tony’s secretary buzzed him. “Rob and Nick are here. They say it’s urgent.”
He sighed. And so it begins.
With a sigh of resignation, he looked at the time on his computer monitor. Nine-fifteen. That hadn’t taken long. “Send them in.”
Here we go—round one.
The door opened and his cousins stepped into his office. It was hard to believe that just six months ago they had all been childless bachelors. Now two of them were married and all three were expecting babies. And it was all because of Nonno.
“So,” Nick said, making himself comfortable in the chair opposite Tony’s desk. “Should I clear my calendar?”
“For what?”
“Your next wedding,” Rob said, standing behind Nick, his arms folded.
As if. “Don’t hold your breath.”
Nick looked surprised. “You’re not going to marry her? Mr. Responsibility? You always do the right thing.”
“As far along as she is, I figured you would have set a date by now,” Rob told him.
“I’m working on it.”
“Did you find out why she left?” Nick asked. “And why it took her so long to tell you about the baby?”
“And are you sure it’s yours?” Rob said.
“Yes, I’m sure that it’s mine. As for why she left, and why she came back when she did, that is between her and me.”
“I assume she’s claiming that it was an accident,” Rob said.
“It was an accident. Lucy wasn’t any more anxious than I was to settle down.”
Rob came back with, “Or so she says.”
“It’s