In the Garden Trilogy (39 page)

“So much better. Mostly I was feeling sorry for myself, and I just hate that poor-me crap. Imagine your mama and Stella throwing me a baby shower. I cried all over myself. Got Stella going, too. But then we had the best time. Who knew a baby shower could rock?” She pressed both hands to her belly and laughed. “You ever met Stella’s stepmama?”

“No.”

“She’s just a hoot and a half. I laughed till I thought I’d shoot the baby right out then and there. And Mrs. Haggerty—”

“Mrs. Haggerty? Our Mrs. Haggerty was there?”

“Not only, but she won the song title game. You have to write down the most song titles with ‘baby’ in it. You’ll never guess one she wrote down.”

“Okay. I give.”

“ ‘Baby Got Back.’ ”

Now he grinned. “Get out. Mrs. Haggerty wrote down a rap song?”

“Then rapped it.”

“Now you’re lying.”

“She
did
. Or at least a couple lines. I nearly peed my pants. But I’m forgetting why I’m here. There you were, just trying to help with the best surprise I ever had, and I was bitching and whining. Crawling up your ass, just like you said. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s no big. I have a friend whose wife had a baby a few months ago. I swear you could see fangs growing out of her mouth toward the end. And I think her eyes turned red a couple times.”

She laughed again, pressed a hand to her side. “I hope I don’t get that bad before ...”

She broke off, a puzzled expression covering her face as she felt a little snap inside. Heard it, she realized. Like a soft, echoing ping.

Then water pooled down between her legs.

Harper made a sound of his own, like that of a man whose words were strangled off somewhere in his throat. He sprang to his feet, babbling as Hayley stared down at the floor.

“Uh-oh,” she said.

“Um, that’s okay, that’s all right. Maybe I should ... maybe you should ...”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Harper, I didn’t just pee on the floor. My water broke.”

“What water?” He blinked, then went pale as a corpse. “
That
water. Oh, God. Oh, Jesus. Oh, shit. Sit. Sit, or ... I’ll get—”

An ambulance, the marines.

“My mother.”

“I think I’d better go with you. We’re a little early.” She forced a smile so she wouldn’t scream. “Just a couple of weeks. I guess the baby’s impatient to get out and see what all the fuss is about. Give me a hand, okay? Oh, Jesus, Harper, I’m scared to death.”

“It’s fine.” His arm came around her. “Just lean on me. You hurting anywhere?”

“No. Not yet.”

Inside he was still pale, and half sick. But his arm stayed steady around her, and when he turned his head, his smile was easy. “Hey.” Very gently, he touched her belly. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Oh, my God.” Her face simply illuminated as they stepped outside. “This is
awesome
.”

SHE COULDN’T ACTUALLY HAVE THE BABY, BUT STELLA figured she could do nearly everything else—or delegate it done. Hayley hadn’t put a hospital bag together, but Stella had a list. A call to David got that ball rolling even as she drove Hayley to the hospital. She called the doctor to let him know the status of Hayley’s labor, left a voice mail on her father’s cell phone, and a message on his home answering machine to arrange for her own children, and coached Hayley through her breathing as the first contractions began.

“If I ever get married, or buy a house, or start a war, I hope you’ll be in charge of the details.”

Stella glanced over as Hayley rubbed her belly. “I’m your girl. Doing okay?”

“Yeah. I’m nervous and excited and ... Oh, wow, I’m having a baby!”

“You’re going to have a fabulous baby.”

“The books say things can get pretty tricky during transition, so if I yell at you or call you names—”

“Been there. I won’t take it personally.”

By the time Roz arrived, Hayley was ensconced in a birthing room. The television was on—an old
Friends
episode. Beneath it on the counter was an arrangement of white roses. Stella’s doing, she had no doubt.

“How’s Mama doing?”

“They said I’m moving fast.” Flushed and bright-eyed, Hayley reached out a hand for Roz’s. “And everything’s just fine. The contractions are coming closer together, but they don’t hurt all that much.”

“She doesn’t want the epidural,” Stella told her.

“Ah.” Roz gave Hayley’s hand a pat. “That’ll be up to you. You can change your mind if it gets to be too much.”

“Maybe it’s silly, and maybe I’ll be sorry, but I want to feel it. Wow! I feel that.”

Stella moved in, helped her breathe through it. Hayley sighed out the last breath, closed her eyes just as David strode in.

“This here the party room?” He set down an overnight case, a tote bag, and a vase of yellow daisies before he leaned over the bed to kiss Hayley’s cheek. “You’re not going to kick me out ’cause I’m a man, are you?”

“You want to stay?” Delighted color bloomed on Hayley’s cheeks. “Really?”

“Are you kidding?” From his pocket he pulled a little digital camera. “I nominate myself official photographer.”

“Oh.” Biting her lip, Hayley rubbed a hand over her belly. “I don’t know as pictures are such a good idea.”

“Don’t you worry, sugar, I won’t take anything that’s not G-rated. Give me a big smile.”

He took a couple of shots, directed Roz and Stella to stand beside the bed and took a couple more. “By the way, Stella, Logan’s taking the boys back to his place after school.”

“What?”

“Your parents are at some golf tournament. They were going to come back, but I told them not to worry, I’d take care of the kids. Then apparently Logan came by the nursery, ran into Harper—he’s coming by shortly.”

“Logan?” Hayley asked. “He’s coming here?”

“No, Harper. Logan’s taking kid duty. He said he’d take them over to his place, put them to work, and not to worry. We’re supposed to keep him updated on baby progress.”

“I don’t know if—” But Stella broke off as another contraction started.

Her job as labor coach kept her busy, but part of her mind niggled on the idea of Logan riding herd on her boys. What did he mean, ‘put them to work’? How would he know what to do if they got into a fight—which, of course, they would at some point. How could he watch them properly if he took them to a job site? They could fall into a ditch, or out of a tree, or cut off an appendage, for God’s sake, with some sharp tool.

When the doctor came in to check Hayley’s progress, she dashed out to call Logan’s cell phone.

“Kitridge.”

“It’s Stella. My boys—”

“Yeah, they’re fine. Got them right here. Hey, Gavin, don’t chase your brother with that chain saw.” At Stella’s horrified squeak, Logan’s laughter rolled over the phone. “Just kidding. I’ve got them digging a hole, and they’re happy as pigs in mud and twice as dirty. We got a baby yet?”

“No, they’re checking her now. Last check she was at eight centimeters dilated and seventy percent effaced.”

“I have no idea what that means, but I’ll assume it’s a good thing.”

“It’s very good. She’s breezing through it. You’d think she had a baby once a week. Are you sure the kids are all right?”

“Listen.”

She assumed he’d held out the phone as she heard giggles and her boys’ voices raised in excited argument over just what they could bury in the hole. An elephant. A brontosaurus. Fat Mr. Kelso from the grocery store.

“They shouldn’t call Mr. Kelso fat.”

“We have no time for women here. Call me when we’ve got a baby.”

He hung up, leaving her scowling at the phone. Then she turned and nearly rammed into Harper. Or into the forest of red lilies he balanced in both hands.

“Harper? Are you in there?”

“She okay? What’s going on? Am I too late?”

“She’s fine. The doctor’s just checking on her. And you’re in plenty of time.”

“Okay. I thought lilies because they’re exotic, and she likes red. I think she likes red.”

“They’re extremely gorgeous. Let me guide you in.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe you should just take them.”

“Don’t be silly. We’ve got a regular party going on. She’s a sociable girl, and having people with her is taking her mind off the pain. When I left, David had the Red Hot Chili Peppers on a CD player and a bottle of champagne icing down in the bathroom sink.

She steered him in. It was still the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and David turned his camera to the door to snap a picture of Harper peering nervously through a wonder of red lilies.

“Oh! Oh! Those are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen!” A little pale, but beaming, Hayley struggled to sit up in bed.

“They’ll make a great focal point, too.” Stella helped Harper set them on a table. “You can focus on them during contractions.”

“The doctor says I’m nearly there. I can start pushing soon.”

He stepped up to the bedside. “You okay?”

“A little tired. It’s a lot of work, but not as bad as I thought.” Abruptly, her hand clamped down on his. “Ohoh. Stella.”

Roz stood at the foot of the bed. She looked at her son’s hand holding Hayley’s, looked at his face. She felt something inside her tighten, release painfully. Then she sighed and began to rub Hayley’s feet as Stella murmured instructions and encouragement.

The pain increased. Stella watched the arc of contractions on the monitor and felt her own belly tighten in sympathy. The girl was made of iron, she thought. She was pale now, and her skin sheathed in sweat. There were times when Hayley gripped Stella’s hand so hard she was surprised her fingers didn’t snap. But Hayley stayed focused and rode the contractions out.

An hour passed into another, with the contractions coming fast, coming hard, with Hayley chugging through the breathing like a train. Stella offered ice chips and cool cloths while Roz gave the laboring mother a shoulder massage.

“Harper!” General Rothchild snapped out orders. “Rub her belly.”

He goggled at her as if she’d asked him to personally deliver the baby. “Do what?”

“Gently, in circles. It helps. David, the music—”

“No, I like the music.” Hayley reached for Stella’s hand as she felt the next coming on. “Turn it up, David, in case I start screaming. Oh, oh, fuck! I want to push. I want to push it the hell out,
now
!”

“Not yet. Not yet. Focus, Hayley, you’re doing great. Roz, maybe we need the doctor.”

“Already on it,” she said on her way out the door.

When it was time to push, and the doctor sat between Hayley’s legs, Stella noted that both men went a little green. She gave Hayley one end of a towel, and took the other, to help her bear down while she counted to ten.

“Harper! You get behind her, support her back.”

“I ...” He was already edging for the door, but his mother blocked him.

“You don’t want to be somewhere else when a miracle happens.” She gave him a nudge forward.

“You’re doing great,” Stella told her. “You’re amazing.” She nodded when the doctor called for Hayley to push again. “Ready now. Deep breath. Hold it, and push!”

“God almighty.” Even with the babble of voices, David’s swallow was audible. “I’ve never seen the like. I’ve gotta call my mama. Hell, I gotta send her a truckload of flowers.”

“Jesus!” Harper sucked in a breath along with Hayley. “There’s a head.”

Hayley began to laugh, with tears streaming down her face. “Look at all that hair! Oh, God, oh, Lord, can’t we get him the rest of the way out?”

“Shoulders next, honey, then that’s it. Another good push, okay? Listen! He’s already crying. Hayley, that’s your baby crying.” And Stella was crying herself as with a last desperate push, life rushed into the room.

“It’s a girl,” Roz said softly as she wiped the dampness from her own cheeks. “You’ve got a daughter, Hayley. And she’s beautiful.”

“A girl. A little girl.” Hayley’s arms were already reaching. When they laid her on her belly so Roz could cut the cord, she kept laughing even as she stroked the baby from head to foot. “Oh, just
look
at you. Look at you. No, don’t take her.”

“They’re just going to clean her up. Two seconds.” Stella bent down to kiss the top of Hayley’s head. “Congratulations, Mom.”

“Listen to her.” Hayley reached back, gripped Stella’s hand, then Harper’s. “She even sounds beautiful.”

“Six pounds, eight ounces,” the nurse announced and carried the wrapped bundle to the bed. “Eighteen inches. And a full ten on the Apgar.”

“Hear that?” Hayley cradled the baby in her arms, kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her tiny mouth. “You aced your first test. She’s looking at me! Hi. Hi, I’m your mama. I’m so glad to see you.”

“Smile!” David snapped another picture. “What name did you decide on?”

“I picked a new one when I was pushing. She’s Lily, because I could see the lilies, and I could smell them when she was being born. So she’s Lily Rose Star. Rose for Rosalind, Star for Stella.”