By:
Phaedra Phelan
June,
2005
E-mail:
PrissyBNY@aol.com
PG
Rated
Summary:
It is 2003 and the Steeles are dealing with family issues
on several fronts as well as solving a mystery that involves their
own family.
Disclaimer:
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site do not own the characters and are in no way affiliated with
Remington Steele, the actors, their agents, the producers,
MTM Productions, the NBC Television Network or any station or
network carrying the show in syndication, or anyone in the industry.
A
week later George Harrelson was released from the hospital and
Joanna went to get him and drive him home to his apartment.
He was still mending, but because of his youth, he was
rebounding surprisingly well from the brutal beating he had suffered.
Thank
you for driving me home, Joanna, he said and he pulled himself
out of the car somewhat stiffly.
I
wanted to be here . . . to help you, George.
They
went into his apartment, a simple studio with the normal clutter
of a college student.
You
straightened my apartment. George looked at his neatly made
bed and his other possessions carefully arranged.
I
wanted to do it.
Im
sorry it isnt such a great place, Jo.
He had started calling her Jo when he was in the hospital
and it somehow felt good.
Its
all right. Its
yours.
Yes,
its mine.
They
stood awkwardly facing one another for a long moment.
As
George stared at the lovely brown-haired girl in front of him,
he blushed. The more he had been in
close contact with Joanna, the more he had realized that he did
indeed love her. He could not remember that
ill-fated moment when he had impregnated her, but he knew that
he cared for her. Now, seeing her with her
hair down on her shoulders, her slender figure in a sundress printed
with tiny rosebuds all over, her gently swelling belly evident,
he was overwhelmed. He had never been with
a girl before that night at the party, and though his mind could
not recall the incident, his body was remembering and was about
to embarrass him with its readiness.
Im
feeling something very deep for you, Joanna.
I dont want you to misunderstand, to be offended. I have never felt this
way toward anyone.
Joanna
stepped closer to him and drew his arms around her and his passions
immediately asserted themselves.
Jo,
forgive me. I cant
help myself when Im this close to you.
Joanna
did not step back, but moved even closer to him.
I
feel the same thing, George.
Their
mouths touched lightly, both of them keeping their lips carefully
closed at first. When Joannas lips suddenly parted, George
hungrily possessed her mouth in a passionate kiss that went on
and on till they were both lost in each other.
Joanna,
I love you so much. God!
I am so sorry about what happened. He kissed Joanna over
and over on her face and neck and on her bare shoulders.
I
love you too, George. I
do love you! Joanna cried, throwing her arms around him.
I
have nothing to offer you but myself.
I have nothing, Joanna.
It
doesnt matter.
Would
you live in a place like this with me?
I
would live anywhere with you.
Let me show you.
Joanna
gently disengaged herself from George and walked over to the single
bed in the corner of the room.
She turned back the covers and then she slipped the sundress
over her head and stood before him in just her panties.
Does
this belong to you? she said holding her hands around her
small round pregnant belly.
I
pray to God that it is mine, George said fervently.
Then
its yours, yours and mine, George, no matter whose DNA it
carries. Do you understand what
I am saying?
Yes!
Yes, Jo.
In
just a step he was next to her again, embracing her, kissing her
tenderly, almost reverently, and then so passionately that they
were both breathless.
I
dont ever want you to forget this afternoon, George.
And I want to remember it every day of my life.
God,
I love you, Jo!
Later,
they lay dazed and speechless in Georges narrow bed. They needed no more words.
They belonged to each other and they would remember this encounter
for as long as they lived.
*
* * * * *
Summer
came and the second Saturday in August Joanna and George were
to be married at
It
had been a hectic week for all concerned. The preparations had
been finalized and arrangements made for everything to be done
in an understated by elegant manner. Weddings Unlimited was handling
everything and Laura felt secure with the major issues in the
hands of Jocelyn Walters and her team. But suddenly as Mr. Wright
unfolded the possible scenario facing them, everything seemed
to unravel before Laura.
You,
Mr. Steele, are well aware that we apprehended Ziad Hassan a couple
of months ago in connection with the crime perpetrated against
your daughter and George Harrelson earlier this year.
With the new Security Act we were able to proceed to have
Hassan deported back to
Thats
good news, Remington said.
Well,
things dont always work as they should.
Ziad Hassan was being transferred into Federal custody
two days ago and slipped through our hands, escaped.
Lauras
hands flew to her face.
You
have not located him? she asked.
There
was an informant, a cell mate, who, despite his life of crime,
felt an obligation to divulge certain pertinent information.
What
information? Remingtons eyes were like blue steel
as he focused on the agents words.
Seems
this Hassan had some sort of screwball idea that since he, uh,
was the first with your daughter, that she belongs to him, that
this fellow Harrelson has no right to have her. Somehow he heard
that they were getting married and it sent him over the edge apparently.
Sent
him over the edge! Laura exclaimed as Remington caught her
hand and tried to calm her.
He
said that he was going to get out and find her and take her back
to
From
all accounts Hassan was the one who deflowered my daughter. That
much is true. But Jack Steuben said that all the blokes were using
condoms except Harrelson. Harrelson was also drugged when it happened.
And besides all that, it is irrelevant that Hassan wants Joanna.
She doesnt want him under any circumstances, and she is
not having him. She
and Harrelson realize that only DNA will establish finally whose
child she is carrying, but that is not of significance in the
decision they have made to marry.
But
you can see what were dealing with here. We think that probably
the wedding would be the likely time Hassan would try to make
the snatch. He could have all kind of help with the connections
he has.
What
can we do? The wedding is planned already.
If we change the plans, then we are still sitting ducks,
waiting for these people to strike, Laura said.
But
if we allow things to proceed, we are possibly placing everyone
in the family in danger. These people are quite irrational when
they want something. Remington sat for a long
moment, head bowed, slender fingertips arching together, and then
finally lifted his head up again.
This must be over, completely over, so that these
young people can go on with their lives.
I
agree, Laura said.
But how can we protect our family?
We
cannot. It is as simple as that. They have us at a disadvantage
here. We are highly visible and they are not.
Mr. Wright, what plan would you have in place at
We
could stake the place out. If they know its going to be
there, they have a number of options open to them.
I
would try a helicopter . . . if I were going to attempt a snatch
of this sort, wouldnt you?
Why,
yes, Mr. Steele. That would be a distinct possibility.
Damn
it, Mr. Wright! You can see my wife is pregnant! My daughter is
pregnant! My daughter-in-law is pregnant!
There are numerous children of all ages involved. My uncle
and his wife and my wifes mother, the oldest members of
our family are going to be present. I cannot chance any of these
being in harms way! Remington was furious.
I
can appreciate your position.
That is why I am here.
But what is the alternative? If Hassan has attached himself
to some terrorist cell, then none of you are safe.
Let us do our job.
I
was in the
We
will listen for your call, Steele.
The agent extended his hand and the two men shook hands
before as he took his leave.
As
the door closed behind him, Remington picked up the phone and
called the new apartment George had found for himself and Joanna.
It was just two blocks from where Jonathan and Ileana lived. Joanna
had been spending a lot of time there unpacking and setting up
things, and with George.
George,
Remington Steele here. Joanna is there with you?
George
looked over at Joanna curled up in the bed, fast asleep.
Yes
. . . yes sir. Shes here. Would you like to speak with her?
No,
actually this is something that you are going to have to do, son. A situation has developed
that could be potentially dangerous for her and I have to have
her where she can be protected.
Georges
heart sank and began to pound at the same time.
Are
you there, son?
Yes
sir, Im here.
For
the moment I want you to come down here to my office. Bring whatever
things you will need between now and the wedding. I am sending
Fred with the limo to help you. We have to get you to a safe house.
Yes
sir, well be ready.
George
hung up the phone and went to waken Joanna.
The thought that she might be in danger terrified him. Since becoming involved
with her, the late-blooming George had felt the full impact of
loving a woman and he was consumed with his feelings. The young
mathematician who had maintained a single focus to his life now
found himself constantly bombarded with passionate urges as his
manhood had come suddenly upon him full force.
Joanna,
honey, George whispered to her as he lay down next to her
and embraced her, kissing her all over her face to waken her.
George
. . . Joanna welcomed him into her arms.
I
just got a call from your dad. Were going to have to pull
out of here right now. We are in some danger.
Joanna
started to cry and put her hands to her belly as if to protect
her unborn child.
Dont
cry, Jo. Weve got to get these things together now. Your
dads driver is coming for us within the hour and we are
going to a safe house.
Joanna
sat up on the side of the bed and rested her head upon his shoulder.
She and George had spent such a passionate morning together that,
in spite of her youth, she was still exhausted. Now she had to
rise to the present needs. George bent his head to
kiss her tenderly on her lips and Joanna clung to him.
I
love you, George . . . so much.
And
I love you. I just want to be married to you.
I know your parents dont really approve of us being
together . . . like this . . . and I just want us to be able to
hold our heads up as man and wife. Im really a conservative
sort of guy, Joanna. And
I respect you. I want you to know that I have the greatest respect
for you. But since
we addressed our feelings, and, and knowing that you are having
our baby, I have just been unable to control myself. I need you, and I know
that you need me.
I
dont know myself anymore, George. Joanna blushed deeply.
Coming over here all the time, getting into your bed, I
never dreamed that I could be like this. Im sorry. I was coming
to help you finish unpacking and see where we ended up.
We
always end up like that now, Jo.
We have to face the fact that we are in love and that the
physical part has just taken us over.
I see you and you drive me crazy with wanting you.
I
shouldnt have been so forward.
I started it. I
should have held back.
Dont
. . . dont think that way.
If you had not started it, I would have started it that
day, that first time when you came home with me. I see you . .
. so shy and timid most of the time, and then when we get together,
you change completely. I love you both ways, Jo. And I want to spend the
rest of my life with you.
They
hugged each other and then forced themselves to the task at hand,
quickly packing Georges necessary things together into a
couple of suitcases. The majority of his belongings
were still in a few boxes that they had already moved into their
apartment.
George
had been working full time as a computer repairman and had managed
to rent the small apartment.
He insisted that he use only his money for this and had
taken a year off from school to get his life with Joanna on track.
Remington and Laura had let him carry out his plan without interference,
even though they wanted to step in an manage things, realizing
how important it would be for the future of their marriage that
he handle his affairs in a responsible fashion.
Remington
and Laura also knew that George and Joanna had become intimate.
Joanna carefully avoided breaking house rules against carrying
on blatant sexual activity in the household with the full knowledge
of her younger siblings, but the change in her was obvious.
In spite of her basically quiet and shy disposition, it
was evident that a powerful sexual awakening had taken place in
her and they had been forced to accept that for the fact that
it was.
*
* * * * *
Remington
and Laura sat quietly for a long time after his call to George
Harrelson. They both realized that
the possibility of a kidnap attempt of Joanna was a serious matter.
It
is one day before the wedding, Remy. What can we do at this point
in time? All of the relatives are here. Everything is arranged.
But safety, security becomes the issue.
I
dont think that we can stave this thing off by postponing
the wedding. And besides, George and
Joanna appear to be going at it hot and heavy. I dont think
we are helping them by postponing the marriage.
Actually I have been quite perturbed at the situation,
Laura. I know Joanna has been through a terrible experience and
I dont want to throw her completely into his arms by speaking
so harshly.
Well,
youre late. Theyre past our stopping them. You see
how different she is, the confidence and self-awareness. I see
that she has apparently inherited her birth mothers passionate
nature. We shouldnt
be surprised really, should we?
Well,
I want her to be confident and self-aware, but I want that self-confidence
to be based on more than the use of her arse by a bloke who has
just barely figured what to do with his equipment. I know theyre
screwing quite regularly and I think its damned cheeky of
him.
Its
true. But why use such terminology, Remy? Must you be so crude?
Theyre making love, having sex.
Laura,
it remains to be seen whether they are in fact making love.
He hasnt suffered enough for the want of her to know how
to make love to her.
Look at us! When
I first met you, I would have gladly taken you to bed, but I wouldnt
have called that making love to you. I suffered for
the need of you and the want of you and when we did get together,
it was no mere physical act of sexual release we shared. We made <ilove,/i>
and you know it.
Yes,
I know we did. And
we do. Laura smiled. And you are an amazing man. Will
I ever know all there is to know, Remy?
Laura,
I just dont want her to miss out on the real thing because
she thinks that the only thing of value she possesses is her tail.
Remington
sighed and reached for Lauras hand and held it for a long
time before he spoke again.
Laura,
imagine that we are at that wedding and the attempt comes. You
are in your seventh month. How do I protect you? How do I protect
our children?
Remington
drew Laura close, catching her hips with his hands, pulling her
full belly up against his hard firm midsection, his blue eyes
full of his concern for her.
Please,
Rem, dont hold me like this.
You know I cant think straight when you do.
Remington
relaxed his embrace and shook his head acknowledging the truth
of her statement.
I
think we should put them in your old place. They should be safe
there. When they get here, we
can put them into a van and have them taken out there. No one
should be able to trail them.
Then
we will have to tell everybody that there is some situation, without
telling them everything, Laura added. Ill contact
Jocelyn Walters and let her know that we have more than just the
normal wedding to prepare for tomorrow.
At
least we are having just people that are family or very close
so everyone should know everyone else there. It should be difficult
for a stranger to penetrate that.
Hopefully. Remington sat down and
drew Laura down onto his lap and kissed her tenderly as his hand
wandered to the buttons of the loose white maternity blouse she
wore over a short black skirt that showed off her great legs.
She was at seven months and suddenly her belly was growing very
rapidly.
Do
we have time for this now? Laura whispered.
Give
me this, darling. It is the only reality after all, isnt
it? You and I . . . together, what we have produced . . . together,
what we are producing . . . together.
As
her blouse fell open, Remington released her breasts from their
confinement and found their softness, kissing them, suckling them
as his hand caressed the fullness of her belly. Laura caught her
hands in his dark hair as she accepted him.
They were both overcome as their need encompassed everything
else that was happening around them at that moment.
Darling,
I need you so today, Remington murmured, and when he lifted
his head, his eyes were full.
You
know that I am here for you, for us.
I
am so fearful of anything happening to any one of us. That boy
George and our lovely Joanna are just finding out about this wonderful
man/woman thing . . . and Jonathan and Ileana maturing as passionate
young lovers together. I dont ever want to lose you and
this we have between us.
Laura
sensed his need and loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.
Come
with me and let me take care of you, she said, sliding from
his lap and leading him by the hand to the room they often used
for moments like this in the back of their office.
Everyone is out to lunch.
Laura
loosened Remingtons tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and unfastened
his slacks.
Lie
down, Mr. Steele, Laura said as she shed her clothes for
him.
God,
you are beautiful with your belly so full, Remington said
as he watched her carefully hang up their clothes before giving
her full attention to him.
When
Laura climbed onto him, his eyes filling suddenly with tears at
the realization of what they had together.
Didnt
you say this was the only reality, darling? Laura asked
as she took him.
When
Laura awakened after their noontime tryst, Remington was gone
from her side. She lay for a while, collecting
herself.
<i>What am I going to do with this man except give
him what he needs whenever he wants it? And when hes in
pain, he seems to want even more than usual.
I thought when he turned fifty, he would slow down, but
it isnt happening. And Im shocked at myself . . .
needing him as much as he needs me. Pregnant . . . facing menopause,
I still crave him just as much as I ever did.</i>
When
Laura pulled herself together and went back into the office to
face the rest of the day, she found Remington on the phone with
Jocelyn Walters, letting her know the situation they now faced
at the wedding that was planned for the following afternoon.
He was himself again . . . handsome, full of energy, a
far cry from the man who had cried upon her bosom earlier.
Darling,
Im glad youre back from your . . . nap, he said
with a wink and a tender smile. I just finished with Jocelyn
Walters. She is up for the challenge. Her security system will
be in full gear. All her people will be wearing blue wristbands
with white dots. And she will give each <ibona fide/i>
guest a white wristband with blue dots. So anyone we dont
know who happens to be missing a blue white-dotted or white blue-dotted
wristband is a possible suspect.
Good
idea! At least well
know whos who. Did you happen to call Lieutenant Woodley?
As
a matter of fact I did. Mildred got in touch with him. He will
have an LAPD S.W.A.T. team out there. That is in addition to the
Federal people.
At
that moment George Harrelson and Joanna arrived and Mildred brought
them into Remingtons office.
George,
you are about to understand what it means to take care of your
woman. I wish it were a different
scenario, but we dont get to choose these battles.
What
is it, sir? You know
how I feel about your daughter.
I
do know that you and Joanna have been managing to regularly get
together in intimate fashion despite my and her mothers
urgings to the contrary. But we are trying to understand
your situation and we at this point simply want you to be happily
married.
Rem,
I believe its too late for this conversation, Laura
interjected. George, he cant help being the protective
father. But that is not why we had you come down here.
That fellow, Hassan, has escaped from government custody
and we got a tip that he might try to disrupt your wedding tomorrow.
Disrupt
my wedding! Joanna exclaimed.
By
kidnapping you, Joanna, Remington said gently. He
thinks that you might be carrying his child, and because he was
. . . the first on that unfortunate evening, he thinks that you
somehow belong to him. He would like to carry you off to
Joanna
started to shake uncontrollably and George took her into his arms.
Mr.
Steele, what are we going to do?
We
are not going to chance anything happening to Joanna. But we have
to draw these people out or you will be lookin over your
shoulder for the next twenty years. You have to follow instructions
to the letter. I have a plan.
Lauras brows registered
her surprise that Remingtons mood had changed so completely
from earlier when he was despairing of any solution.
For
now I want you to go to Lauras old apartment. We keep it
as a safe house these days. Once you go in there, dont go
out of the apartment for any reason. We will have your things
there later tonight, Joanna.
My
wedding dress . . .
Everything,
lovey. Now I dont imagine that you and George will have
difficulty finding somethin to do this evening.
Mr.
Steele . . . sir, Im truly sorry to have caused this trouble
for your family.
Your
family now, George. And you can figure out something else to call
me besides Mr. Steele since you are marrying my daughter
tomorrow. Joanna, would you mind excusing yourself while George
and I have a word here?
Dad
. . . please, Joanna objected.
Ill
warrant that you dont want to hear what I am going to say
to George. Go with your mother into the other office if you dont
mind.
Joanna
obediently followed Laura and they left Remington and George facing
one another.
Sir
. . .
No,
George, I called this little chat. These are the last words that
we will have man-to-man before you legally claim my daughter.
This whole episode has been extremely trying for Laura and myself.
I really did not want you as a husband for Joanna. I hope
that you understand that.
But I was overruled.
Sir
. . .
Dont
say anything, George. You have hardly attempted to conceal the
fact that you have been regularly . . . using my daughter. I have
tried to understand the extenuating circumstances, but I want
you to know that I have not appreciated it in the least.
I realize that you grew up without a father to school you
in the treatment of women and so I want to give you a bit of advice
before you officially take my daughters hand.
George
Harrelson sat with his head bowed, as if waiting for the blows
from Remington Steele to rain upon him.
Look
at me when I talk to you, son, Remington commanded.
George
slowly raised his head and his eyes met Remingtons steely
blue gaze.
If
you take my daughter, youd better be bloody well ready to
be faithful to her. She made the decision to
allow you to take liberties with her, but you are a man.
You should have exercised more self-restraint and given
her the opportunity to make her decision without sexual pressure
being the determining factor.
You
never forbade us to . . .
I
shouldnt have had to, George. You should have understood
that.
Im
truly sorry. I didnt
realize . . .
If
I ever hear that you have hurt our Joanna in any way . . . emotionally
or physically, I will come after you and beat the literal crap
out of you. Youd better be damned sure that this is the
only woman you will put your prick in for as long as she lives,
or you can just walk out of here right now and we will take care
of her as we have always done.
Do you understand me, young man?
Yes
sir, I understand. I promise you Ill take care of Joanna.
I guess I just didnt realize. My dad left when I was only
three. No one ever sat down and talked to me about being a man
like this, about sexual things. When this thing happened
to me . . . my feelings for Joanna . . . it hit me like a ton
of bricks. I had fantasized about her for a long time and when,
when she happened to me, I lost it. I know that I love her. I
will die before I let anything happen to her, or to that baby
she is carrying.
We
hope that doesnt have to happen. But I wanted you to know
where I stand. Its up to you to prove to me that youre
the man that Joanna deserves. I dont ever want her coming
to us saying that she is not being cared for sexually by you. Here is a list of books,
required reading for any man who plans to maintain the interest
of his woman for more than a short while.
If you are somewhat well-endowed, it may not be as important,
but if you are less well-endowed, it is paramount to have this
knowledge. Keeping a womans interest for a few weeks or
months is completely different from maintaining that interest
for years and years, George. Are you following me?
Yes,
sir. Thank you. I appreciate your taking
the time . . . to speak to me on this.
I have no one to ask these things.
I have no experience.
And I do want to please Jo . . . more than anything.
Well,
if you ever have need of more information, Im here. For now go on over to the
apartment and wait for further instructions.
George
stood up to leave and moved to clasp Remingtons hand, but
his eyes filled and he fell upon the older mans neck in
tears.
There,
there now, son, Remington said, his voice softening.
Im
scared to death for Joanna. Ive done everything wrong and
now shes in danger.
That
had nothing to do with you.
If
I had had presence of mind to use a condom, then she wouldnt
have gotten pregnant and all of this would not be happening to
us now.
And
you would perhaps have never dealt with your feelings for each
other. We dont know why certain things happen, George.
We simply have to play them out.
I
think I know what I want to call you. Can I call you dad?
Sure,
son, call me dad.
The
two men began to bond from that moment on.
* * * * * *
Saturday
dawned clear and bright. Remington and Laura were up early organizing
the household for the wedding that would take place in the afternoon.
So
is everything all set, Rem? Laura asked as they were dressing
for the wedding. That was a brilliant idea.
It should have been obvious. When did you think of it?
Actually
when I was lying beside you after we had passed those precious
moments together, it just popped into my head.
Sex always increases my mental acuity.
Well,
we shall just have to see that you always have enough of that,
wont we?
You
are taking care of me very well, darling. I have no complaints,
only the deepest gratitude.
Remington
kissed Laura quickly on her lips before continuing to dress.
Help
me, darling, Im having difficulty putting on my stockings
with this belly in the way.
Remington
knelt in front of her and slid her stockings on and fastened them
to the lacy garter belt that Laura was wearing. He kissed her
inner thigh before smoothing her skirt down over her legs.
Thank
you, Mr. Steele.
I
will be glad to reverse this process a bit later this evening,
Mrs. Steele. You look especially ravishing.
I
am feeling quite pregnant.
You really fixed me up this time.
And
so I did, Remington said as his perfectly sculptured lips
curved in a smile.
At
least Joanna is not carrying large. You wouldnt think that
she and I are both finishing our six month. I feel like I did
with the twins.
Well,
you are the experienced one. Your marvelous body is fine-tuned
for this job, love.
Remington
extended both his hands and helped Laura to her feet.
Finally
they were all ready to go. Ingrid stood watching, expecting to
come along. Her ten puppies were six
weeks old and just weaned and given to the persons to whom they
were promised, except for one female that Laura had fallen in
love with and decided to keep.
What
do you think, Rem? Should we bring her along?
Sure,
she will be another layer of security. Let her ride in the limo
with Cassie and Chlöe. And put Esperanza and the younger
twins in with them.
Remington
and Laura drove the sleek Mercedes SUV and Michael, Harry, and
Tabby went along with them.
My,
what a handsome group we have here, Remington exclaimed
as he surveyed his family in the car.
Dad,
tell us we dont have to keep these suits on all afternoon.
You
have to keep them on. You must learn to be comfortable in all
sorts of clothes. This is part of your training. Now one final
bit of instruction. If you see someone there
that you do not know, I want you to immediately inform me or your
mother. Everyone who is to be at the wedding will be wearing either
a blue wristband with white dots or a white wristband with blue
dots. Anyone without that is a suspicious person and we have to
know about it.
Are
you expecting something to happen, Dad? Michael asked pointedly.
One
never knows, son. One
never knows.
When
they arrived at McCullum park, the majority of guests were there
already sitting in the rotunda where the wedding would take place
at
At
just before
Suddenly
the whirring of a helicopter was heard overhead. It was directly
above them.
Damn,
theyre here, Remington breathed to Laura without looking
at her.
Yes
they certainly are. What now?
Its
their move. If they try anything, we will be ready for them. But
we have to let them get down.
The
helicopter landed. It had police markings and was met with only
mild curiosity by those gathered for the wedding.
The
minister had started the wedding with a few introductory comments
and was now asking who gave Joanna in marriage.
Remington
stood up to answer the question and that was when Laura caught
sight of a man who had come from the back of the audience. He
grabbed one of the attendants as a diversionary tactic and proceeded
to pummel him.
Remy!
Laura said quite loudly.
At
that moment men in black and white checked masks from the helicopter
ran toward the gazebo where Joanna stood alongside George. They
seized her and were dragging her away when suddenly men in S.W.A.T.
gear carrying serious artillery appeared from nowhere.
Stop
or you will be shot, came from a bullhorn.
You
let us go or you risk shooting her.
I dont think that is what anyone wants, the
one dragging Joanna screamed.
Laura
clicked her tongue and in a flash Ingrid responded to the signal
and eased forward on her haunches till she was in range of the
desperate men. Then suddenly the big dog lunged forward and caught
the man who was holding Joanna by his gun arm. He dropped his
gun and the bride turned on him and socked him and kicked him.
He was stunned but didnt stop trying to drag her away. Drawing
another gun from his waist he continued to pull her. Ingrid growled,
stood her ground and lunged at him again. In desperation he shot
at Ingrid, striking her in her flank. At that point the S.W.A.T.
team got a shot in and felled the man with a single shot. Others
closed in and captured all of the accomplices. As the helicopter
took off in an escape attempt, an FBI helicopter took off behind
it and shot the helicopter down out over the
The
police closed in and pulled back the black and white checkered
scarf of the felled man to reveal Ziad Hassan, dead.
Laura
and Remington and their children ran to examine Ingrid, who lay
whimpering and bleeding on the ground. And the bride
took off her veil, revealing that she was indeed a policewoman,
a stand in for Joanna.
Ingrid,
Ingrid, hold on, old girl, Remington said. Get a doctor
for my dog.
Lieutenant
Woodley rushed to their aid.
We got an ambulance here. Well take your dog
to the vet right now. Looks like shell survive that wound.
I cant say the same thing for Hassan. Steele.
He
made his choice.
Yes,
he did.
Remington
Steele turned to address the thoroughly rattled gathering of friends
and family.
Everybody,
calm down. Its all over. Everything has been taken care
of. We are going to have the wedding now. Joanna is here, and
she is fine and the wedding will take place just as soon as the
police take care of these matters and tidy things up. The people
from Weddings Unlimited are here and they are going to serve drinks
and bottled water while we prepare for the wedding to get started.
I
go with your dog to the vet, Mrs. Steele.
Dont worry. She gonna be okay. It look like a flesh
wound, Hector said, as he gladly took over Ingrid and her
immediate needs.
Laura
was shaking and Remington took her into his arms and hugged her.
Its
over, darling. Its all over. Hassan was going to have what
he wanted or go out in a blaze of glory apparently.
He
didnt count on his plan being foiled.
Chlöe
and Cassie and the Brathwaite boys played it off beautifully. Not risking them blowing
it by telling them in advance, but alerting them just a few minutes
before the wedding, was the final touch, Laura.
Well,
it was a blazing exit for sure, especially for the men in the
helicopter.
They
made their choice also.
Lets
hope Cassie and Chlöe choose young men that we know when
their time comes. These complications are
just a bit much, dont you think?
Yes,
but no choice in life is simple, darling. We may be seeing a somewhat
complicated future right there. He directed Lauras
attention to Chlöe and Cassie who were giving their undivided
attention to Gregory and Geoffrey Brathwaite.
The
girls were rapidly growing into tall long-stemmed beauties as
at fifteen they were undergoing the metamorphosis into young women.
This day, dressed in simple pastel blue linen sheaths it
was evident that all of the pubescent baby fat had melted away.
Their black hair flowed in matching cascades caught up with blue
grosgrain ribbon and periwinkle blossoms.
Geoffrey
and Gregory were obviously in a growth spurt and would soon be
more than six feet tall like their handsome father. They engaged
the girls in conversation with the ease of a cousin or a brother,
but there was a light in their eyes that Remington and Laura had
not noticed before.
Dear
me, dont let me see it, Remy. I am just not ready for them
to be interested in anyone yet.
Remington
smiled in the direction of his children and turned back to face
Laura.
Lets
get this pair married.
* * * * * *
It
turned out to be a lovely wedding and Joanna got her wish to wear
her lace empire dress. It only slightly camouflaged her pregnant
state, but everyone there, family and closest friends, loved Joanna,
and wished the newlyweds success in this marriage that they had
been somehow catapulted into.
As
the sun set and the wedding began to wind down, the orchestra
played While Were Young.
Theyre
playing our song, darling, he said.
Yes,
they are.
Remington
took Lauras hand and led her onto the dance floor.
I
think George is completely intoxicated with our Joanna,
Remington surmised as he danced slowly with Laura.
I
hope it lasts. I just hope it lasts, Laura fretted. In
that Jonathan decided to elope, this becomes the first of our
childrens weddings weve been privileged to see. Weve
got a long way to go before all of this tribe is married.
They
seem to be quite satisfied with each other.
Ileana seems especially happy since she found out shes
pregnant.
She
wants to really show and its still too early.
Shes just missed two periods.
Shes so anxious.
Umm,
that wee one in your belly should be thinkin about findin
that special someone twenty or twenty-five years from now, darling.
They
are so inexperienced. They seem somehow like children playing
house to you. You were the man of the
world, knowing how to woo any woman. I was crazy dysfunctional
run-around Laura and we have these, these wonderful children.
Dont
start counting your chickens before theyre hatched. We have
to get the rest of them past puberty and safely into adulthood
before they self-destruct. I was definitely insane to get you
pregnant again.
Weve
had this discussion many times and I think we agree that we were
both insane that afternoon.
Well,
we must leave them to their own devices now. George is going to
have to inform himself on dealing with the fair sex.
If he is half as interested in sex as he is in computers,
he should do just fine. I had a few harsh words for him yesterday.
About
what?
About
freely fornicating with my daughter these last two months. I did not appreciate it.
You know that I didnt like it.
I
realize that. I did not approve them getting so involved so quickly.
But they are young people and they were in a situation.
And
he did not respect Joanna as I would have wished. He lacks a great
deal. Even Daniel taught me appropriate conduct with the opposite
sex, Remington quipped. I told young George how I
felt about it, told him Id thrash the crap out of him if
he ever hurts her or is unfaithful to her.
And
how did he react?
He
cried and hugged me and called me dad, Remington
said. As they say in the
parlance, go figure.
Remy,
that is so sweet!
Relax,
darling, and just dance with me. I want to enjoy the sensation
of your body against mine. I want nothing more at this point than
to go home and make love with you.
You
are so bad, Remy.
I
know. Im incorrigible,
Laura. But it took me a long time
to find the real thing, darling. And Im determined
to enjoy every moment of life with you to the full.
Remington
kissed Laura tenderly on her cheek and then on her forehead.
Would
it be terribly scandalous if the father of the bride kissed the
obviously pregnant mother of the bride upon her lovely lips right
now?
Laura
raised her eyebrows and Remington promptly bent to find her lips
in a soft kiss before she could respond verbally.
Our
children are probably mortified at our behavior.
They
see us kiss all the time.
But
not at a public function, Remy.
Are
you saying you didnt appreciate my kiss?
Laura
buried her head in his chest for a moment and then looked up at
him again.
You
still are the most handsome man Ive ever seen in a tux.
And
you are the loveliest forty-eight year old, six months pregnant,
mother-of-the-bride Ive ever seen, a veritable vision in
turquoise lace, driving me mad with your fabulous freckled décolleté.
And you havent answered whether that kiss upon your lips
was satisfactory.
You
know that it was.
Remingtons
nostrils quivered ever so slightly and his arm drew Laura perceptibly
closer, betraying to her just how deeply his feelings for her
were running at that moment.
Remy,
you know I cant concentrate on dancing when you do that.
Dont
try to concentrate. Just
stay here with me, and let me hold you close to my heart.
They
didnt speak any more.
They simply danced in the evening shadows.
All
of the family with their young people were there. Daniel and Frances
Pipers three were all young adults.
Harriett and Peter Rourke with their young adult children,
Sean David, Chlöe Ann, and their twins Harper Remington and
Helene Reneé, borne two years after Chlöe and Cassie
were there. The Brathwaites
with their twins and their younger sister Blythe, who was a year
younger than Michael, were enjoying visiting with Bryce Daniel
Johnson, Remington and Harrietts half brother by Kadijah
Kammasooka, who had flown out from Chicago. He was thirty-three years
old now and had made regular visits out to visit Remington and
the rest of his family ever since they had become acquainted in
1991. He was
still single, a lawyer acting as an advocate for troubled youth.
*
* * * * *
Sunday,
November 16, 2003, was in its early morning hours when Laura touched
Remington to waken him. He responded instantly, well aware that
she was two weeks past her due date and that the birth of their
baby could come at any time.
Is
everything all right, darling?
Yes,
I just have to go to the bathroom for what seems like the umpteenth
time tonight.
Remington
helped Laura up from their bed.
She was nearly as ungainly at this stage of this pregnancy
as she had been with twins, and Remington was insisting that she
let him help her up and down at night.
Laura
stood and regarded herself in their bathroom mirror and tears
sprang to her eyes. When
pregnant she was always warmer than normal and wore sleeveless
sheer cotton gowns that let her breathe. This gown was stretched
to capacity, her ruptured navel, and swollen breasts proclaiming
her advanced state of pregnancy, and suddenly she felt very ungainly
and unattractive.
Remington
came to check on her and finding her with tears streaming down
her cheeks, embraced her from behind, encircling the precious
burden she carried.
Laura,
darling, whats the matter?
Im
just such a mess. Look
at me!
I
see only beauty, Laura, a very special kind of beauty that I will
never see again in my life.
And I cherish every opportunity I have had to see you like
this.
You
are so good to me, Remy. But I dont know whether to believe
you. I look like a bloated freckled balloon here now.
I
am as excited by you like this beyond measure.
You are a gorgeous flower, in fullest bloom, fragrant,
intoxicatingly fragrant, giving up the sweetest nectar at the
slightest touch.
Laura
stopped crying and blushed and Remingtons nostrils flared
as he bent to kiss her neck and inhaled deeply the scent of her.
He pulled her gown over her head and dropped it to the floor so
that she was as naked as he was.
Thats
better. Look at you . . . radiant . . . voluptuous, full of our
wee one. Come back to bed with me . . . before the children waken.
How can you doubt your loveliness when you see what you do to
me?
Remington
took her by her hand and led her back to bed and then helped her
adjust into position on her side so that he could lie against
her back embracing her belly and breasts. When they came together,
Laura trembled helplessly in response, her parts in such a tumescent
state that she cried out, immediately seeing stars.
Shh,
love, just lie here with me.
Just enjoy being loved, darling.
Laura, Laura, he groaned.
He
struggled to restrain himself, protecting Laura from his full
power.
Remy!
Laura wailed softly as he comforted her with his love, whispering
to her words that were so intimately passionate that Lauras
eyes filled with tears of joy.
They
let themselves float in <i>karezza</i>, losing
track of time till they finally climaxed gently together.
Remington
lay beside Laura as she slept again, relaxed and at peace after
his sensitive attention to her need for his love, his reassurance
that she was as beautiful as ever to him even with her body swollen
in her advanced pregnant state.
<i>She
has no idea how beautiful I find her when she is like this. Im
just tryin to hold back and keep from injuring her or the
wee one. Lord, seein her like this, so full, so lush, so
sensual, so needin of me to cool her passions . . . </i>
Laura
moaned softly in her sleep and Remington drew the covers up over
her and patted her belly.
The little one that they had named Margaret Alessandre
was moving inside her.
<i>Maggie,
take it easy on your mum. I know youre wantin
to come out and meet us face to face.</i>
It
was morning when Remington awakened again. Laura appeared to still
be fast asleep, so he eased from their bed and padded barefoot
toward their bathroom. He reached for his robe and then he realized
that Laura had awakened.
You
dont need that robe, Mr. Steele.
I prefer the view <i>au naturel</i>
actually.
Remington
came back and sat down on her side of their bed.
How
are things with you this morning, darling?
I
think Im going to have a baby real soon.
Remingtons
face registered alarm.
I
dont mean right this minute . . . but Im overdue.
Ive never been this much overdue.
Two weeks. Sandra says that I got
the time right.
We
know when you conceived. Remington winked and grinned at
her.
The
baby is just comfortable in here . . . and lazy.
Remington
drew the covers back so that he could look at Lauras huge
freckled belly and felt it all over, finally tenderly kissing
it as Laura ran her fingers through his silver streaked dark hair.
Pied beauty, he said.
Lauras
eyes were a question.
Pied
Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1877.
Pied as in speckled, freckled, spotted. The
poem just popped into my head.
I read it years ago when I was just a boy on that tanker
with Marcos Androkos. Then
I had no idea how intriguing a freckled woman could be. I had no experience with
a woman, just what Id seen in countless movies.
Do
you remember the poem?
A
few lines. Lets see. Glory be to God for dappled things,
for skies of couple-colour as a brindled cow.
For rose moles all in stipple upon trout that swim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange. Whatever is fickle, freckled
(who knows how?)
Its
beautiful.
Like
this . . . you . . . rose-moles all in stipple.
I finally figured it out.
What?
The
allure of freckles.
Laura
blushed and giggled and Remington nuzzled her breasts and gently
pinched her hips, playing with her, teasing her as she squealed
with delight.
See,
you cant possibly get away from me with that belly I gave
you, love. I dare say I have a decided
advantage these days in these encounters.
You
always have the advantage when you come after me.
You always did. I loved you from the first moment I laid
eyes on you, Laura said, her eyes misting slightly.
Remington
nodded and bent his head to kiss her and caress her intimately.
Im,
sorry, darling. Do you want me to refrain? I dont want to
tire you excessively, he whispered to her as his lips brushed
her breasts.
There
was a knock on their bedroom door.
I
think youd better get under the covers, Remy.
Youre in no condition to greet our children like
that.
Remington
slid back under the bedclothes next to Laura and responded to
the knocker. There were Chlöe and
Cassie, still in their pajamas.
We
heard Mom crying out . . . you know. Are you okay?
We thought maybe . . .
Maybe
the baby was coming, Cassie finished her sisters sentence.
Im
fine, girls, Laura said.
But thank you for being alert to my welfare.
Your
mother is very close to her time, but it is not exactly this moment.
Cassie
and Chlöe glanced at their parents nightclothes strewn
on the floor and then looked at each other.
Dad!
You and mom were having sex! Chlöe said, as if she
were disappointed in a mischievous child. Good grief!
Girls,
I think that now is the time that you should realize something
about adults who love each other.
It doesnt change because someone is ill, or someone
is pregnant. I love your mother and we need to be with each other
and touch and connect with each other physically when she is like
this as much as any other time.
She is carrying my child, just like she carried the two
of you inside her and that is a miracle that I want to be as close
to as possible.
Now
if you want to sit here on our bed and have a chat we can do that,
or you can go and check on your brothers and sisters and give
them cereal or something while your mother and I finish what we
were doing in here.
Well
. . . get breakfast started. Chlöe rolled her eyes
upward.
Can
we bring you coffee . . . or something, Dad? Cassie offered. Later?
Mom,
were going to make you breakfast in bed! Chlöe
insisted, as they backed out of their parents bedroom.
No,
Dad, you and mom come out when you are ready . . . to eat,
Cassie nearly tripped over Chlöe as they left.
Laura
smiled as Remington got from under the covers, picked up his pajama
bottoms and Lauras gown from the floor where they had tossed
them, then strode naked to the door and locked it before coming
back to their bed.
Now,
where were we?
Laura
was speechless with laughter.
Will
you please tell me what you are laughing about, woman?
You
are such a sight and I love you so much, Laura said.
Remington
remembered his evident condition and grinned rakishly before sliding
under the covers again and into the position that was the safest
for them at this point.
Lord,
like two perfectly matched spoons, Remington murmured into
her ear as his turgid parts easily joined hers in near perfect
congruence as the morning sun spilled upon them through their
bedroom windows.
It
was some time later before Remington was able to get Laura out
of bed and go into the shower with her so that they could prepare
for the day. She was still drowsy after their passionate morning
as they stood under the warm water together and Remington bathed
her himself, helped her out of the shower and carefully dried
her with a large soft towel.
Im
so tired, Remy. I had all these plans for today, but I just feel
so heavy and useless.
I
fear that I must blame myself for allowing you to overexert yourself,
darling. I should have exercised
more restraint, he said as he helped her pull on a voluminous
olive-green velour sweat suit.
I
didnt want you to restrain yourself, Laura said, smiling
a special smile that no one other than Remington ever saw.
No,
you have always managed to get what you want on that score, Laura.
Now, we have the option of your daughters bringing you breakfast
or coming out to the kitchen with me.
I
think Ill come out, Laura said.
Remington
helped her get up, but as she started to walk toward the door,
she wobbled slightly, and almost lost her balance.
I
feel suddenly lightheaded, Rem.
Maybe I will just sit here for a while longer.
Remington
regarded her very carefully.
I
think that I will call Sandra.
Youve never been dizzy without a headache.
Laura
sat quietly as he spoke with Sandra Brathwaite on the phone.
No,
shes not having any pain.
No sign of anything else untoward.
Just the dizziness.
When
Remington hung up, Laura knew from his facial expression what
was coming.
She
wants you in Cedars this morning, darling. She will meet us there. I dont think she
wants you to have this baby at home.
By
Ive
never seen her as huge as this other than with twins, Sandra.
Are you sure shes going to be all right?
Its
not unusual, Remington. The body finds it easier and easier to
accommodate pregnancies. Laura is holding on to this baby just
like she always has in each pregnancy. But her blood pressure
is slightly elevated for her, thus the lightheadedness. My concern
is that she may go into labor and experience a sudden precipitous
rise in blood pressure. Eclampsia is a major risk for mothers
her age. If it happens, I want her here. Besides she can hardly
walk with the load shes carrying. She needs to be off her
feet till this thing is over.
Sandra
saw the concern in Remingtons blue eyes and patted him on
his shoulder. If anything, he was even more handsome than when
she had met him and Laura during her first pregnancy. The streaks
of white in his thick black hair and the fine lines around his
cobalt blue eyes added character and nothing else. Yes, he and
Laura made a striking pair with their tribe of children.
Dont
worry unduly, Remington. She is tough. I just dont want
her getting hysterical at this point. The tranquilizer I gave
her is something quite mild, safe for the baby. I want her calmed
down.
Well,
she has had some pretty hysterical moments. She looked at herself
in the mirror this morning and started to cry. As soon as I think
she has completely adjusted to the idea, she comes back at me
again about it.
Sandra
smiled at her friend. Well, it takes two, they say. But
then I know the both of you.
Remington
flushed.
Touché,
Sandra. She has a right to call me anything she wants. I just
want my woman to get through this safely. Im glad we made
the decision to have the tubal ligation. We cant take any
more chances with her health.
At
that point, Laura stirred and moaned softly.
I
think the sedative is wearing off, Remington. I want to let her
wake up and see if she will go into labor naturally. I dont
want to induce or give her a C-section. She has had no problem
giving birth normally in the past.
Remy
. . .
Remington
went to Lauras bedside.
Im
here, love. Everything is just fine. Sandra just gave you a bit
of a rest for a while.
My
baby, my little girl . . . Laura felt her huge belly.
She
is fine, Laura, Dr. Sandra said. You are just high
risk and we are keeping watch. Im going to take a look down
here and see how were doing.
Im
near, Sandra, Laura said simply.
Yes,
you are very near, Sandra said as she checked Lauras
degree of dilation.
Lauras
water broke at that moment.
My
goodness, girl! You <i>are</i> ready! Were
going to take you into the delivery room. Come, Remington, youre
about to be a papa again.
Dr.
Braithwaite went to the phone to call the nurse and just then
Laura felt the first labor pain and gripped her belly.
Remy,
the baby is coming!
Hold
on, Laura, Dr. Sandra said.
Laura
was suddenly in full labor, holding her legs wide open, groaning
in pain.
She
cant hold on, Sandra. This is it. Damn!
Help
me, Remy! Hold my . . . legs for me.
A
nurse had arrived and she held one thigh while Remington held
Lauras other thigh so that she could push. The contractions
were coming in rapid succession at one-minute intervals and Laura
hardly had time to gasp for breath between them.
Youre
doing fine, Laura, just fine. Still lively for an old girl,
Dr. Sandra teased.
Laura
smiled triumphantly in the brief moment between contractions and
then cried out in pain as she felt her pelvis stretching open.
Come,
darling. You can do it!
Blood
pressure elevating, Dr. Brathwaite, the nurse attending
warned. She is at 150 over 100.
Dont
push, Laura. Were going to have to slow this down.
I
cant! Im
having this baby now! Laura groaned and pushed.
Blood
pressure at 166 over 112, Dr. Brathwaite, the nurse reported.
You
cant take this. Youre going into eclampsia,
Dr. Sandra warned.
Damn,
Laura, dont push, Remington pleaded. I cant
lose you.
What
the hell do you want me to do with this baby! Laura groaned
and pushed and screamed as the baby crowned. Help me, Remy!
Shes
ahead of us. Shes delivering. She has to deliver before
she has a stroke or goes into renal failure. Come on, Laura. Have
this baby. Hold her legs so she can push it out, Remington.
Yes!
Yes! Help me, Remy! Laura wailed in pain as she pushed again
to no avail. She had never felt such intense pain as the huge
baby forced her pelvis open and then seemed to stop in her birth
canal. I cant . . . I cant get her . . . out!
Dear
God, Laura! You can do it! You have to keep pushing! Remington
cried, holding her thighs for her.
I
. . . I cant do it, Laura gasped, weakening, helpless,
unable to push any more. Im done.
Im
here, darling. Im
helping you. Dont leave me, Laura! God! Please dont
let my woman leave me like this!
Laura,
you have to deliver this wee one right now.
Come on, mother, you can do it, Sandra urged firmly,
trying to mask her deep concern for this patient who was also
her friend.
The
next contraction came and Laura screamed and pushed one last time
with all her power and their babys head finally emerged
completely, followed by a huge gush of amniotic fluid. Laura,
grunting and groaning, pushed their baby girl into the world,
and then fell back exhausted, barely conscious.
Thank
God, Remington murmured.
The
infant was quite large, but lethargic, not crying.
In
the nick of time. This baby was in distress.
Dr.
Brathwaite stimulated the baby and she began to whimper softly.
Blood
pressure dropping . . . 160 over 110, Dr. Brathwaite, the
attending nurse said.
Good.
Start that IV. We have to get that blood pressure back in normal
range. Sandra took a look at Remington stagger backwards
and knew that he was about to pass out.
And get someone in here to help the father. Hes
fainting just now.
Remy
. . . Remy . . . Laura gasped weakly.
He
only fainted, Laura. Hell be fine. You relax now. You gave
me a fright here. Let me finish with you. You have to push that
placenta out.
My
baby . . . Maggs. . .
Your
beautiful little girl. She was suffering a bit, but she came round
nicely. Good you pushed her out or we might have lost her. She
looked like she could be ten pounds, but you handled her well.
I
couldnt push hard enough.
You
pushed when you had to. Thats all that matters.
Where is my little
girl?
I
sent her to neo-natal to have her checked out . . . make sure
shes just fine. Dont worry. She was fretting when
they took her. Right now I have to give you something to calm
you down, Laura, get that blood pressure back down. Well
bring the baby back shortly.
It
was a close call, wasnt it, Sandra? I felt like I was going
to die.
If
you hadnt delivered lightning fast, you and the baby could
have been in real trouble. God knows you scared the life out of
me, girl.
Laura
nodded, beginning to drift with the medication that her doctor had ordered.
Within
a few minutes Remington came to on the sofa in Lauras room.
He was nauseous, dizzy.
Sir,
you just fainted. You will be fine. Your wife
. . . and baby are fine.
Remington
sat up and struggled to come to full consciousness.
Laura
. . .
Shes
fine, Daddy Steele, Dr. Sandra said. Exhausted, but
stabilizing nicely.
I
almost lost my wife, Sandra. Remington shook his head in
disbelief at the close call Laura had just had.
Yes.
But you didnt, Sandra Brathwaite said simply.
Remington
stood up somewhat unsteadily and approached Lauras bed.
Laura,
darling . . . he whispered, reaching to touch her face,
smooth her hair that had pulled out of the two fat chestnut braids
that hung to her shoulders.
Remy,
I . . . I, she broke down in tears now. You helped
me push her out. She was so huge . . . and I felt myself giving
out.
Remington
tried to smile. You were in high gear. I just did what you
told me to do, maam. But his blue eyes filled and
spilled over. I thought I was going to lose you, babe. I
love you so desperately.
Remington
caught her hand and kissed it as his tears flowed. They were both
unable to speak, just thankful. Laura stroked his hair with her
free hand as they cried together.
My,
my, I know those are happy tears, Sandra Brathwaite said
as she came into the room and saw her friends so emotionally engaged.
Thank
you, Sandra. You saved my wife and my child for me today. I will
be eternally grateful.
May
I see her now, Sandra? Laura asked.
They
are bringing her in now. She was in some distress and we wanted
to check her out thoroughly. She is just fine . . . all ten pounds
eight ounces of her. I was ready to help you but you didnt
tear at all. You are going to feel like a truck ran over you for
the next few days. That baby should have been a C-section. But
you had always delivered so easily before, and the baby did not
appear to be too big for you to deliver.
I
just ran out of steam. I felt like there was a log jam inside
me, and I just couldnt move it.
But
you did . . . with your dear mans encouragement.
Thats the up side of mature experienced mothers.
The down side you have seen . . . eclampsia. We cant take
that risk again. Thats why Im glad that you decided
on tubal ligation . . . even this late in the game. Im not
trusting you two, you know.
A
nurse brought a bundle into the room and placed it in Lauras
arms and they were enthralled.
I
leave you now with?
Margaret
Alessandre Steele . . . Maggs, Remington answered.
Well,
Maggs has a whole family out here waiting to meet her. Ill
send them in after you two have had a few minutes with her.
Laura
and Remington examined little Maggs from head to toe.
A
black Irish beauty like her grandmother Margaret, Remington
said wistfully as he relinquished her to Laura.
She was dark-haired, quite
chubby and there were just a few tiny freckles showing on her
round middle. She stared at Laura with total recognition in her
huge blue eyes. Obviously recovered from her birthing ordeal and
very hungry, she latched on easily and began to nurse.
Ill
get the children.
Remington
went to the waiting room and found his children.
Dad,
is mom okay? Chlöe asked anxiously. Can we see
her?
You
look terrible, Dad, Cassie said. Youve been
crying.
Crying
for happiness, love. Your mom is fine now.
Now?
She had a hard time, didnt she? Chlöe said, her
eyes filling.
And
he didnt want to tell us, Cassie continued tearfully.
Oh, Daddy! She hugged her father.
Aunt
Sandra said she is fine, Michael said.
She
is fine, son, Remington said, tousling his sons hair
and drawing him close. We almost lost her, but shes
fine now.
Then
Remington broke down in tears and all the children hugged their
father at the same time. Tabby started to cry because she felt
left out and Remington, tears streaming, bent to pick her up in
his arms.
Its
all right, lovey. Its all right. Come, lets see mum.
Remington
brought the family into Lauras room and they all ran immediately
to their mother and the newest member of the family. Laura reached
out to touch each of her children and then fell asleep with her
newborn daughter still nursing.
Now
I think we should let your mother rest for a while, children.
Remington looked at Joanna who had suddenly gone very pale. She
was in her last month. Good Lord, Joanna, are you
in labor?
I
. . . I think so, Joanna said as water streamed down her
legs.
Get
Dr. Sandra! I think this is it, Remington said as he helped
Joanna over to the sofa in Lauras room.
Jonathan
and Ileana had just arrived and Jonathan quickly took charge of
the situation while Ileana calmed the other children. Her own
near death experience, along with the pregnancy she was herself
now five months into, had given her maturity far beyond her years.
What
. . . whats going on? Laura asked drowsily.
Joanna
is having her baby. Jonathan and Ileana have things well in hand.
They
called George?
Yes,
and George . . . is just about to find out what life is all about,
Remington said wryly.
He
loves her. Theyre married just three months now and they
act like theyve known each other all their lives.
Truth
is stranger than fiction, isnt it?
Yes
. . . look at us.
I
almost lost you today. My whole life with you passed through my
head when you were pushing this baby out like that.
I
knew that both of us, me and our baby, would have died if I hadnt
delivered then. I didnt care how big she was. I had to push
her out. Ive was in such agony.
I
never get used to seeing you like that . . . thighs wide open,
all modesty gone, all your beautiful intimate parts dilated.
Youve
seen that plenty of times, Laura teased almost shyly.
You
know what I mean . . . seeing our wee ones head stretching you
open like that. Giving birth is such a
miraculous thing and such a frightening thing.
I was scared to death. I dont know where I got the
strength to hold your legs.
Youve
held my legs for me every time Ive given birth. Youve
helped me very single time.
But
this time . . . it was nip and tuck, life and death in the balance.
Im completely knackered.
Me
too. And Im having terrific after-pains. Please take her.
Remington
took Maggs into his arms and rocked her as Laura dealt with her
pain.
She
is beautiful, Laura. Blue eyes, curly black hair . . . lovely
<itaches de rousseur /i>here and there.
Pied
beauty?
Exactly. Hopefully
she will be a freckled lovely just like her mum. God, she will
break hearts one day.
Laura
reached out, touched Remingtons cheek with her hand, and
he caught it and kissed her palm, inhaling the scent of it.
I
love you so. And I almost lost you. Nothing else would have mattered
if I had lost you, Remington said, his blue eyes brimming.
Trying to raise our children . . . without you . . .
Remy
. . . dont think about that. Im here, darling.
Thank
God.
END