Father's Day by Debbie Macomber

Author:Debbie Macomber [Macomber, Debbie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488027727
Publisher: MIRA
Published: 1991-01-09T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

“SO, DID YOU LIKE this guy you had dinner with last night?” Jeff asked, keeping his eyes on his bowl of cold cereal.

“He was nice,” Robin answered, pouring herself a cup of coffee and joining him at the table. They’d slept late and were spending a lazy Sunday morning enjoying their breakfast before heading for the eleven o’clock service at church.

Jeff hesitated, his spoon poised above the bowl. “Is he nicer than Cole?”

“Cole’s…nicer,” Robin admitted reluctantly. “Nice” and “nicer” weren’t terms she would have used to describe the differences between Frank and Cole, but in her son’s ten-year-old mind they made perfect sense.

A smile quivered at the edges of Jeff’s mouth. “I saw you two smooching last night,” he said, grinning broadly.

“When?” Robin demanded—a ridiculous question. It could only have been when Cole had come over to talk to her. He’d admitted how jealous he’d been of Frank and how he’d struggled with the emotion and felt like a fool. Robin had been convinced she was the one who’d behaved like a dolt. Before either of them could prevent it, they were in each other’s arms, seeking and granting reassurance.

“You thought I was asleep, but I heard Cole talking and I wanted to ask him what he was going to do about you dating this other guy; so I came downstairs and saw you two with your faces stuck together.”

The boy certainly had a way with words.

“You didn’t look like you minded, either. Cole and me talked about girls once and he said they aren’t much when they’re ten or so, but they get a whole lot more interesting later on. He said girls are like green apples. At first they’re all sour and make your lips pucker, but a little while later they’re real good.”

“I see,” Robin muttered, not at all certain she liked being compared to an apple.

“But when I got down the stairs I didn’t say anything,” Jeff said, “because, well, you know.”

Robin nodded and sipped her coffee in an effort to disguise her discomfort.

Jeff picked up his cereal bowl and drank the remainder of the milk in loud gulps. He wiped the back of his hand across his lips. “I suppose this means you’re going to have a baby now.”

Robin was too horrified to speak. The swallow of coffee caught halfway down her throat and she started choking. In an effort to help her breathe, Jeff started pounding her back with his fist, which only added to her misery.

By the time she caught her breath, the tears were streaking down her face.

“You all right, Mom?” Jeff asked, his eyes wide with concern. He rushed into the bathroom and returned with a wad of tissue.

“Thanks,” she whispered, wiping her face. It took her a moment or two to regain her composure. This was a talk she’d planned on having with her son a few years down the road. “Jeff, listen…kissing doesn’t make babies.”

“It doesn’t? But I thought…I’d hoped…You mean you won’t be having a baby?”

“I…Not from kissing,” she whispered, taking in deep breaths to stabilise her pulse.

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