Promises in Paradise

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“When I met her she was very pregnant. I only wanted to know if everything is okay. I have a professional interest,” she quickly tacked on.

“Jenna is fine. The baby was born about a week ago. Twenty-four hours before her due date.”

Diane felt a little strange just then. Something had been irrevocably set in time. Hale’s future seemed fixed and tied to two other people in his life.

“That’s…” She stopped and forced a smile. “That’s great. Boy or girl?”

“A boy,” Hale responded, relaxing only a bit. “They’re both good. It was an easy delivery.”

“She’s lucky.”

“Right.” He nodded, was momentarily distracted. Abruptly he again started to get into his car.

“Any name yet?”

Patiently, Hale stood and turned to her. “Quinn. Elliott is the middle name. It’s a family name.”

“Quinn. I like that.”

“Are you done?” he asked softly.

“I was only trying—”

“Yeah, I got that,” he interrupted, arching a brow.

“Yes, I’m done. I wish you, Jenna and the baby all the best. Your wife is very lovely. What a great—”

“What did you say?” He frowned deeply.

Diane stared at him. “I was talking about your wife. Okay, I’m sorry. Girlfriend. Significant other. Baby Mama. Whatever.” She was feeling defensive again.

His mouth and jaw clinched tightly. His eyes were dark with a dangerous glint barely visible under the visor of his cap. She suddenly couldn’t take her gaze from Hale’s face. It was transforming, going through several different emotions but settling on something akin to resignation. Or defeat. Or even disappointment.

What did he have to be disappointed about?

She didn’t want to know.

“Sorry I bothered you. Good night, Hale. Congratulations,” Diane muttered, through with pleasantries. She turned to head back to her own car.

“Do you have to be someplace right now?”

She slowed and glanced back at him, puzzled. “Excuse me? No. I don’t have any plans. Why?”

“I need you to come with me. It won’t take long. Thirty minutes, tops. Get in.”

Diane’s mouth dropped open at this blunt delivery. Clearly Hale didn’t expect her to say no. He was already in the driver’s seat and had turned on the ignition. The motor idled. He waited.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Diane walked around to the passenger side and climbed in. She’d barely closed her door before Hale was on the accelerator, driving out of the lot.

“Where are you taking me?”

“If you were really concerned you wouldn’t have gotten in. Put on your seat belt and enjoy the ride.”

He said not another word. And although she was completely mystified as to where Hale was going, she felt no fear. Several times Diane cast long searching looks at his profile. The clenching of his jaw had not let up. He was upset about something but she couldn’t even guess at what.

Ten minutes later Hale’s car turned down a residential street of row houses. They were beautiful in architectural design but many were in need of repair and restoration. A few were being worked on. One was boarded up. The car slowed in front of a limestone, the entrance door light a welcome beacon on the otherwise dark street. He parallel parked and got out. Then he stood on the sidewalk silently waiting for her to join him.

“Is this where you live?” she asked.

Hale continued to ignore her question. He started up the stairs to the entrance and rang the bell twice. He waited about fifteen seconds before using a set of keys to unlock the door and slowly open it.

“Jenna?” he called in. “Are you home?” He stood waiting just inside a small mudroom space.

Diane, standing just behind Hale, was suddenly sorry she’d agreed to accompany him. From somewhere inside, a small voice called out. Diane could hear no more than, “I’m in the back.’”

“It’s me,” Hale shouted back.

He stepped inside and Diane followed. The first thing she saw was a brand-new baby stroller. Hale stood in the center of the foyer, a staircase to his right and an open room to the left, like a parlor or front salon room. Diane noticed there wasn’t a lot of furniture. No hung pictures although some were framed and leaning against the walls. There was a rolled-up area rug and packed boxes. It was hard to tell if someone was moving in or moving out.

A small figure appeared at the end of the hallway from the back of the house.

“I’m glad you’re here. Who’s that with you?”

“I brought someone who wants to see the baby.”

Hale gave Diane only a cursory glance and he didn’t see the surprised widening of her eyes. That hadn’t been her wish at all.

“You’ve met her before,” Hale said, beckoning to the petite woman, who now joined them near the front door.

Jenna appeared, small and lithe, dressed in jeans and a black sweater. Her hair looked like it hadn’t been combed, but was gathered haphazardly, twisted and secured with a clip. She was completely fresh faced and without makeup and looked incredibly young, sweet and pretty. She had on slippers…and was holding a very small bundle up to one shoulder, her new baby, gently petting him on the back. Jenna greeted them with a pleased smile but immediately reached up to Hale, who had to bend quite a way to accommodate her as they hugged.

Diane averted her gaze, pretending an interest in the pattern on the wood parquet floors.

“We met in Baltimore,” Jenna said to Diane.

“Yes. Yes.” Diane nodded foolishly. Hale then suddenly, carefully, took the baby out of Jenna’s arms.

“Diane was at the shelter tonight,” Hale said as he gazed upon the tiny baby in the crook of his arm.

Jenna laughed. “I bet he looked like something else in that Santa suit. When he told me what he was doing I had to laugh. I wish I could have seen that.”

Diane smiled slightly. “He did a good job. You would have been proud of him.”

Jenna looked vaguely puzzled.

The baby squirmed and fussed and fell silent again.

“Can I see?”

Diane stepped next to Hale and he obligingly tilted his arms so that she could peel back a thin, pale yellow baby blanket and peer into the sleeping face of the week-old infant.

She saw babies all the time on her rounds, with private patients and at clinics and shelters. They came in all shapes, colors and sizes, with and without hair. But they were still largely anonymous. Unless there was a problem that required additional visits or further treatments, the small wizened faces became somewhat interchangeable to Diane. But she found herself staring at this child, studying him and the sweet peacefulness of his face. A tiny fist was curled closed and sticking out of the folds of the blanket. She was tempted to reach out and…

“You don’t mind, do you?”

Diane realized that Jenna and Hale were looking at her. One had asked her a question.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I need Hale’s help. Will you watch the baby? Just for a few minutes.”

“I…well…sure.”

Hale stood poised to pass the sleeping child to her. Diane hastily took off her coat and turned to accept the baby. As Hale also removed his coat and baseball cap, she moved to a nearby chair and sat down. Hale and Jenna left her alone.

The baby slept. He was breathing softly, now and then working his little mouth in a small sucking motion. The fist open, the fingers stretched and then closed again. He sighed and kicked a leg as he slept. He was so small and warm.

Diane was fascinated. She could not remember the last time she’d actually sat like this and held a baby. Maybe when Bailey or Hayden were babies. She let her gaze roam his perfect features, looking for the parts that were like Jenna. And the parts that were like Hale.

She had no idea how much time lapsed before they returned to the front room, deep in a serious conversation. Hale was instructing Jenna who to call about a malfunctioning refrigerator.

“I’m not going to fool with it, Jen. It’s probably the thermostat. Sorry it wasn’t an easy fix.”

“Me, too.” Jenna sighed. “Especially with having to keep prepared bottles of his milk and formula.”

She reached to take her son from Diane, who released him but then sat feeling somewhat useless. She quickly stood to put her coat back on.

“I thought men knew how to fix anything that ran on power.”

“My husband is actually very good at that. Unfortunately, he’s on the other side of the world,” Jenna chuckled as she soothed the infant who was whimpering. She bounced him gently in her arms.

Diane stared at her. Then she looked at Hale. His expression said it all. She’d made a big mistake and a colossal fool of herself.

“Really? Where is he?”

“Iraq. Second tour of duty, but he got promoted to captain. You can see what happened when he was home the last time,” Jenna said wryly as she smiled, besotted, at her son. “He left me with a special package. Thank goodness for Skype, video calls and Hale. Colby got to see his son just hours after he was born. He said it was the best Christmas present ever.”

Diane didn’t dare look at Hale again. He didn’t have to say anything. Jenna had innocently, effectively, absolved him of all the transgressions she’d blindly heaped upon him.

“I’d say so,” Diane murmured.

“When are your parents arriving?” Hale asked Jenna.

“Tomorrow evening. They’ll be here for two weeks so I’ll get a lot done around here with their help. As you can see, Diane, I’m just moving in. I don’t have family in D.C. but this is Colby’s home. I’m so glad I had Hale to help me before Quinn came along.

“My mother is going to enjoy hanging pictures, but mostly I know she and Dad want to spend time with their first grandchild,” she continued.

“What about your in-laws?” Diane asked.

“Colby’s mom will join us next weekend. Only one missing is Colby.”

Diane knew she wasn’t mistaken when she heard the little catch and crack in Jenna’s voice.

“I hope he returns soon,” she said softly. “He’s got so much waiting for him. He’s lucky.”

“Me, too.” Jenna nodded. She turned to reach out a hand to Hale who took it. “Hale is one of Colby’s best friends, and he’s been wonderful to me. But I’m sure you know what a good man he is.”

Diane swallowed. She knew if she tried to say anything she would go up in flames on the spot for not being honest. She glanced at Hale.

He didn’t look any less angry with her.

“I gotta run,” he said, kissing the back of Jenna’s hand. “I have to take Diane back to her car.”

“I’m glad you brought her along.”

“Congratulations to you and your husband.”

Diane stepped outside into the cold December night. She filled her lungs with the crisp air, trying to clear her head. But it was going to take far more than that to snap her out of it. Behind her, Hale and Jenna said their goodbyes, and then Hale was closing the door as he joined her. Without a word he headed back to the parked SUV. Diane followed as if her feet were encased in lead.

Nothing flip or smart came to mind that she could say to dispel the tension between them. What she had already said could not be unsaid. And she knew Hale was not going to forget.

Hale drove into the parking lot outside the shelter and pulled up next to her car. He turned off his engine and a silence fell upon them. They both sat staring out the windshield. Beyond, there was the start of a light fall of snow.

“I’m sorry. It was wrong to assume…what I did,” Diane said simply. But she doubted Hale believed her. She couldn’t blame him.

He sighed, shaking his head.

“What is it with you? You still hold my past against me, don’t you? My family and where I came from. Your father taking an interest in me. You’ve always resented me, Diane. Thought the worst of me. Believed I’m just not good enough.”

“Hale, that’s—”

“Don’t even try to say that’s not true,” he said sharply, turning to stare at her profile. “At least be honest about how you really feel. Let’s put it out there, in the open, and deal with it. Then maybe we can both move on. You hate me.”

She felt cold, the blood seeming to drain from her face. There was little she could say to refute Hale’s accusation. And now that he’d said it out loud, she knew he was right. Mixed with her guilt was also shame. Hale had so managed to trap her with her own behavior.

“It’s…not that black-and-white and you know it,” she said defensively.

“Oh. You mean you had every right to be suspicious of me then. Okay, I’ll give you that. I could have become a bum, but I grew up. I had a great second chance to change my life and I did. But you just don’t see that. Or you don’t want to.”

“Well, I haven’t seen you in years,” she responded, annoyed.

“You made sure that you wouldn’t.”