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That baby gaze hit him in the midsection. He ran his finger down the baby’s cheek, knowing he couldn’t abandon her.
Simon didn’t know much about babies, but Opal struck him as a beautiful one. “You’re a pretty miss, aren’t you?”
“She favors you, I think.” Cat looked as if she hadn’t meant to say that.
“No, I’d say she’s pretty like her mom.” Simon stared at Cat, drinking in the sight of her. In all his imaginings of what he’d say if he saw her again, he’d never expected this. “I don’t have a clue where to begin.”
Cat forced a smile. “I know.”
Opal fussed before letting out a howl that made Simon wince.
Cat gave an awkward laugh. “I’ve learned to interpret that cry. I was hoping to get home first, but apparently that’s not going to happen. Do you mind if I use your, uh, bedroom to feed her?”
Simon felt his face flush. “By all means.”
Watching her walk away, he clenched his jaw, remembering the last time she’d walked away, after the intimate night they shouldn’t have shared. Why hadn’t Cat taken— He halted that rabbit trail. Opal was as much his responsibility, maybe even more so. Cat had been cold and scared, thanks to the rain and the men they’d had to flee. She’d trusted him to keep her safe. Too bad he hadn’t kept her safe from him.
He stepped into the kitchen and filled the teakettle with fresh water before placing it over a high heat. Rubbing the back of his neck, he considered all the things that went into caring for a baby. A monumental amount of things. He wasn’t ready for that.
He prayed for direction but couldn’t grasp that settling of his spirit. The peace he’d recently realized now eluded him once again. Opal was a game changer and he had no idea of the rules or even how to play.
By the time he’d fully steeped his tea bag, Cat came down the hall, carrying a sleeping baby.
“Well, I’d better get going.” Cat could not look more beautiful. Her dark blond waves framed her face and wide blue eyes. And his child in her arms just made the picture prettier. He still had so many questions for Cat—about Opal, and about everything that had happened in the past year. They hadn’t scratched the surface of anything.
“Why didn’t you contact me about Opal? I know I’m not the easiest person to reach, but you could have sent a message to me through my employer.”
She settled the sleeping baby back in the car seat and wouldn’t look at him. “I don’t know, Simon. I...”
“What?” He prodded.
Her gaze met his and he was stunned by the stark emotions he found there. “I didn’t really know you.” Then she looked away. “I figured you’d rather not know.”
So she’d called the shots, without giving him a chance to decide what he wanted. An inadequate answer on every level, especially since it was sheer chance that he’d discovered the truth. Had she come home after the New Year, he’d have been gone without a peep that he’d even been in Maple Springs.
“You figured wrong.”
Her blue eyes widened. “Can we talk some other time? I’m really tired.”
For the first time, he noticed the faint smudges under her eyes and the fight went out of him. “Another time, then. I think we should exchange numbers, though, just in case.”
Cat nodded and gave him her number.
He entered the information in his phone and then gave her his business card. “That’s got the shop hours on it. I’m closed tomorrow. I close Sundays and Mondays.”
She slipped the card into the diaper bag but didn’t say anything.
This was all wrong, but he didn’t know how to make it right. Cat did look weary and he didn’t want to be the source of more worry. “Thank you.”
She paused before leaving, her brow furrowed. “For what?”
He took a deep breath and calmed down. “For letting me hold her.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “Yeah. Sure.”
He didn’t know if he should try to comfort her or simply let her go. This was all new to him. He’d never been close to a woman before. He’d never wanted more than a temporary or casual relationship. He had to admit that he’d given Cat no indication that he’d care to know about Opal. He’d known there was a chance that their actions could have had consequences, but he’d made no effort to check in with her afterward. Part of him wished he didn’t know, since ignorance was bliss and knowing was...
Relationships had always ended, but having a daughter wouldn’t. Opal was his and would always be his. The question was, what would he be to her?
He took a step forward. “Need help with the seat?”
“I’ve got it. No worries.” Cat waved him away. She looked plenty worried to him, as if she carried the weight of the world in her arms instead of a wee one.
He watched as she backed up her car and drove away. As he stepped inside his house, it felt far too empty. The hollow sensation in the pit of his belly was unwelcome, as well. He’d lived alone for so long, coming and going as he pleased, he’d never wanted any other way. He’d tried something different by moving to Maple Springs but resisted the community that tried to embrace him. He’d never allowed himself to truly belong.
Now he belonged to someone named Opal. He was her father.
Fathers were supposed to be there for their kids, open to all kinds of disappointments and hurts along the way. Simon had experienced God’s love in a tangible way he couldn’t begin to explain and was still trying to figure out.
God would not want him to simply walk away, but really, the responsibility was daunting. Could he become a good father by starting out with a young one? Only God knew.
* * *
Cat entered her parents’ home and leaned against the door after she closed it. Opal still slept in her car seat. Cat wouldn’t mind a little sleep too. Forever came to mind, but she was no storybook princess and Simon was no prince ready to kiss her back to life. In fact, he had a nice escape route planned. Again.
Simon.
It hurt that he’d lived in her hometown for months, knew her brothers and yet hadn’t made one move to contact her. Zach hadn’t even known that they knew each other.
“Cat?” Her mom’s voice pierced the fog of her thoughts. “You okay, honey?”
She shook her head, horrified at the tears rolling down her cheeks.
Her mom didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around her. “Tell me what happened.”
Cat shuddered with a shoulder-shaking sob.
“Andy, come get the baby out of the doorway.” Her mom led her into the living room.
“What’s wrong with her?” Cat heard her father’s whisper.
Then she heard Zach’s booming voice. “Is that Cat? Is she crying? I’ll kill him!”
“Zach, settle down!” her mother warned and then turned to Cat. “What happened? Is this about Simon? Zach told me. He’s Opal’s father, isn’t he?”
Cat nodded. No point in denying it.
“I knew it! That slimy—” Zach’s voice startled Opal awake, so he continued his rant in a whisper. “All this time and he never said a word about you—”
“Zach! That’s enough.” Their mom’s tone broached no argument and her brother zipped it.
Cat’s father picked up Opal and walked with her, gently shushing the now-crying babe.
Cat pulled away from her mom. She hated to admit that seeing Simon hurt more than she’d ever expected. “Simon was fine. I’m just tired and my hormones are out of whack.”
Zach took a step back as if she’d admitted to having the plague or worse.
Her mom winked. “Come upstairs. You should sleep when you can or you’ll go crazy.”
Maybe she’d already gone mad. She thought she could do this on her own, but one look at Simon holding their daughter and she wasn’t so sure.
It seemed like another lifetime when Simon had wrapped his arms around her, making her feel priceless, like some rare gem he’d searched for his whole life. He’d kissed her that way too, but it had been because of their flight in the night. It hadn’t been real; otherwise he would have tried to see her again. He would have at least admitted to her family that he’d met her.
She followed her mom, who’d taken Opal, and headed up the stairs. Once in her old room, Cat sat on the bed and watched as her mom laid Opal in the old crib they’d hauled down from the attic.
“Make sure she’s on her back.” Her voice sounded too shrill.
“I know, Cat. It’s okay. You said Simon was fine with all this?” Her mom’s voice was whisper-soft as she wrapped the baby in a swaddling blanket.
“Not quite.” He’d looked like she’d put him inside a snow globe and shaken hard.
“Then how was he?” Her mom’s shrewd gaze locked onto hers.
“I didn’t think I’d ever see him again.” It was all Cat could muster.
Her mom nodded. Like so many times growing up when Cat hadn’t given up the whole story, her mom simply waited. And like always, Cat crumbled under that steady gaze. “He’s leaving after the holidays. But he said he’d give financial support.”
“That’s good.”
“Is it?” Cat couldn’t get the image of him holding Opal out of her mind. He’d been captivated, as if he couldn’t believe such a treasure existed.
Her mom’s gaze narrowed. “The last time you were home, you were adamant about raising Opal on your own. You refused to name the father, let alone contact him.”
“I know.” The last time she’d been home, Simon had been on his way to moving here. Crazy. She’d been so sure of herself then. Cat didn’t know what she wanted now, after seeing him.
Her mom brushed Cat’s hair back as if she were still a child. “Sleep now. Things will look better after you wake up.”
No, they wouldn’t. They’d be the very same.
“Don’t worry about dinner. I’ll make sure you get a plate.” Her mother kissed her forehead.
Cat nodded.
At the door, her mother turned. “Why don’t you invite Simon to join us for Thanksgiving?”
Not a good idea. “I don’t know his plans.”
The sudden thought that he might be seeing someone seared her belly and turned it sour. But surely he wouldn’t leave if that was true. And anyway, Ginger would have said something.
Her mom smiled. “Just ask.”
“I don’t know.” Cat lay back on her bed and stared at the ceiling.
“Cat, if Simon wants to be supportive, let him be more than a monthly check.”
Did he really want to be part of Opal’s life—part of her life? Maybe everything he’d done and said today had just been the result of surprise. He might feel differently in the morning. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Leaving Simon in the dark about Opal might not have been fair, but if he’d cared about her at all, he would have contacted her. She would have told him about the baby if he had.
There was no way to rewrite the past. She’d have to decide how to handle things going forward. Having him around her whole family was bound to be awkward, but maybe her mom was right. If Simon wanted to be part of Opal’s life, it had to start now, not years later. That wouldn’t be fair to Opal.
She glanced at the baby lying peacefully in her crib, asleep once again. Her heart twisted at the sweetness of her daughter’s face. She reached for her phone and took a quick photo. “You deserve the best, baby. I hope I can give you that.”
Every child deserved to know their father. Now that Simon knew, and while he was still here in Maple Springs, she owed him the chance to be part of Opal’s life. That meant being involved with the Zelinsky family, as well. Simon knew Zach, he might as well get to know the rest of them.
* * *
The next day, Simon watched for Cat. She’d called and asked if they could go for a drive to talk and he’d agreed. When she pulled in, he was already waiting outside and slipped into the passenger seat. “Hello.”
“Good morning.” Cat looked pretty with her blond hair mostly pulled back with some of it loose.
He glanced in the back seat at Opal and smiled. “Good morning, Princess.”
Cat stared at him as if he’d lost his mind.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“Well, where to?” Simon liked the idea of talking while driving, although he’d rather be the one behind the wheel.
“I need to pick up a few things for Opal in the next town over. Do you mind going with me?”
“They carry good stuff?” Simon asked.
“Yes. Traverse City has more stores, but that’s two hours away.”
“We don’t need to go that far.”
He’d been thinking a lot about this situation, coming up with nothing new. All he knew was that it wasn’t right to abandon his own child. Paying child support was part of being a father, but would it be enough?
They slipped into silence while Cat drove out of town. Even the baby remained quiet.
“Do you have plans for Thanksgiving?” Cat’s voice sounded strained.
“Nothing special. Why?”
“My mother wants you to come to our house for the day.” Cat didn’t look over at him as she rounded the bay.
