Take Me On
Page 45“Fine?” Gabby said tentatively, so confused right now that it came out a question.
“Good. You and I are going shopping,” Gianna declared.
Gabby glanced down at her budding pregnancy uniform—cami and yoga pants. Her hair was still in its unkempt bun. “Okaaay.”
“You look fine. Let’s go.”
“Mom—”
“Shh. I’m not letting you go back to Dallas without a few things for when you start to show.”
“But I’ll get all that when—”
“No, because then I won’t be a part of all this. And no matter what you think, I want to be.”
Breathing a sigh of absolute relief, Gabby followed her to the car. A little retail therapy never hurt anything, and thank God her mother was on board with this. Because it was happening, whether any of them liked it or not.
“You didn’t call Evan,” her mom said conversationally as she turned out of the driveway and headed for downtown.
“And you know this because…?”
“I did.”
“Oh. Great. What did he say?”
“What’s there to say? He’s like the rest of us, hoping the best for you.”
Gabby snickered, wondering how Kelsey played it off when Evan told her about the pregnancy. Did she fess up that she’d already known? Or had she played dumb? Knowing Kelsey, she hadn’t been able to lie to him, and besides, with the way she and Gabby had run off to the beach for a few days, he would probably figure it out on his own.
“If you’re already two months, you’ll be showing before you know it.”
“Wonderful.” She picked out a few things she could live with to placate her mother, and their next stop was a children’s clothing store.
“Okay, now it’s way too early for this,” Gabby said, looking around at the wonderland of frilly dresses, onesies, cribs and toys.
“It’s been a long time since I was able to do this. Humor me.”
She’d already been doing that. Looking around, it all seemed so surreal. Gabby had loved shopping for baby Alex, but the thought of shopping for her own…
“We don’t even know yet if it’s a boy or a girl.”
“So you buy neutral colors. Really, you can never have enough. Best to start now so you’ll be ready later.”
“Mom…” She stopped at a rack of adorable little-boy outfits and leafed absently through them. “I’m sorry about last night.”
“It’s all right.” Gianna didn’t look at her.
“You’re still mad, which is why we’re shopping right now.”
“I only hope you’ll think things through before you do anything rash.”
“Like what? The only rash thing I could do at this point is get married. After the last fiasco, you’d better believe there’s no hope of that happening.”
Her mom looked at her in surprise. “Really? Never?”
Gabby had to stop and reassess her own feelings. She’d sworn it so many times that it was almost a reflex answer. “I don’t know.”
If anyone could persuade her, she decided, it was Ian. Never could she imagine him doing to her what Mark had. Never could she imagine him even asking her to go through it again if he wasn’t 100 percent sure of his own feelings. She could try to pretend she’d known Mark all she liked—he still had left her with niggling doubts at times. She’d admitted it to herself many, many times.
“Maybe he will,” she said. “Someday. I really think you’d like him if you’d get to know him.”
“Honey, you don’t know him.”
So. Here it came. Her mother had gotten her to a place where Gabby couldn’t run away from her, cornered her, and now she was going to hear her exact thoughts on the matter. Great. Gabby sighed. “Say what you gotta.”
“Gabriella, you’re beautiful, you’re successful, you’re from a wealthy family. A few more years, and you’ll be a doctor—”
“Are you about to suggest that he’s after me for a free ride? That he somehow planned for this? Poked a needle through the condom? Come on.”
“I’m only saying that it’s worked out quite well for him, hasn’t it? Now he’s in the picture for good, and you’re obviously taken with him. Why wouldn’t he take advantage of the situation?”
“It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!”
“Lower your voice,” Gianna all but hissed, casting a glance around the store.
“You started this.”
“I don’t want to see you get hurt again.”
“You think I do? Please have at least a little respect for my judgment. I know it hasn’t been the best in the past, but—”
“Oh stop. Quit blaming yourself for what happened at your wedding. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Funny that’s coming from you, who not so secretly wishes I’d take Mark back. Whose judgment isn’t good here?”
She couldn’t stop the words once they’d started. “But at least there’s no way Mark might be after my money, since he has his own. Because that would be a far, far worse thing than being a cowardly, indecisive ass**le. Apparently.”
Gianna crossed her arms and glared icily at her. “If you move Ian into your apartment, consider yourself on your own.”
“Are you cutting me off?”
“I’m protecting you from yourself. You want to have this baby, and I support that. I will not support a…parasite living off our family.”
“But he’s not—!”
“If you want him, you’re more than welcome to have him, but you’ll have to quit med school and go back to nursing. We won’t support it. I’m sorry to draw the line this way with you, but I’m only thinking about what’s best for you. Forget about men right now, Gabriella. Focus on school and the baby.”
“So it’s med school or Ian. Yeah, forcing me into this situation when I’m already an emotional mess sure is what’s best for me and the baby.”
“Actually, I think we’re making the decision pretty easy for you, aren’t we?”
“Mother—”
She got the long-nailed finger in the face, punctuating each of Gianna’s words. “End. Of. Discussion.”
Momentarily robbed of speech—rare for her—Gabby stepped back in absolute astonishment, feeling her shoulders deflate in the subarctic temperatures of Gianna Ross’s dark stare. “I wasn’t planning on moving him in, Mother,” she said, finding her voice at last. “And it’s not like he doesn’t have a job. He works for your son. If he moves back to Dallas to be close to me, he’ll probably go back to work for his old bosses.”
“Well, good for him. He’ll make his own way. You can do what you want, but he won’t live under any roof that we pay for. You have a path set under your feet, and I want you to stay on it. I don’t think that’s unreasonable.”