Red Lily
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“I guess Hayley told you we’d like to get married here, if that suits you, Mama.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Roz set her fork aside. “In the gardens? We’ll insist the weather stay fine, and have tents as a backup. I intend to roll up my sleeves regarding the flowers. I insist you give me my head there. You’ll want lilies, I expect.”
“Yes. I want to carry red lilies.”
“Bold colors then, toss the pastels. I can work with that. I know you don’t want anything too formal, and since we’ve had two weddings already this year, I think we can iron out the details without much pain and suffering.”
“Step away now,” Logan advised Harper. “Save yourself. Just say, ‘That sounds fine.’ And if they give you two choices in anything, don’t fall into the trap. Just say, ‘They’re both great,’ and tell her to pick.”
“He thinks he’s being funny,” Stella said dryly. “I’m not kicking him under the table because he’s right.”
“How come everybody’s getting married?” Gavin demanded. “How come we always have to wear ties?”
“Because they like to torture us,” Logan told him. “It’s the way of women.”
“They should have to wear ties, too.”
“I’ll wear a tie,” Stella offered. “You wear high heels.”
“I know why people get married,” Luke piped up. “So they can sleep in the same bed and make babies. Did you and Mitch make a baby yet?” he asked Roz.
“We already made our quota some time ago. And on that note.” Roz pushed away from the table. “I think it’s time for you boys to help David clear this up so you can have ice cream in the kitchen.”
“All right, troops. Fall in. You, too, Private.” Before Hayley could deal with it herself, David moved over to take Lily out of the high chair. “Just because you’re short, doesn’t mean you can skate out of KP. She likes to help me load the dishwasher,” he said to Hayley. “We’re fine.”
“I just need to talk to you for one minute in the kitchen.”
“Clear and stack, gentlemen,” he ordered, then carried Lily out of the dining room. “We got this end covered,” he said to Hayley. “You don’t need to worry.”
“No, that’s not it. I know Lily’s fine with you. It’s about the wedding. I need to ask you for something.”
He set Lily down, gave her a pot and a spoon to bang. “What do you need?”
“I know this might sound sort of strange, but I think you get to tailor a day like your wedding day to suit you best, don’t you?”
“If not that day, what day?”
“That’s right. So I was wondering, I was hoping, you’d give me away.”
“What?” David’s face went utterly blank. “Me?”
“I know you’re not old enough to be my daddy, or anything. But I wasn’t thinking about it that way. I was thinking how you’re one of my best friends, and Harper’s, too. How we’re like family. And how a day like that’s about family. I don’t have my daddy, or any blood kin I love the way I love you. So I want you to walk me down the aisle—so to speak—and give me to Harper. It would mean a lot to me.”
His eyes went misty as he wrapped his arms around her. “That’s the sweetest thing,” he crooned. “The damnedest sweetest thing.”
“Will you?”
He drew back. “I would be honored.” Taking both her hands, he turned them over, kissed her palms. “Extremely.”
“Whew. I thought you might think it was silly.”
“Not even close. I’m so proud, and touched. And, honey, if you don’t go on now, I’m going to embarrass myself in front of my troops.”
“Me, too.” She sniffled. “Okay. We’ll talk about all of it later on.” She crouched down to kiss Lily’s head, and was largely ignored. “You be good, baby girl.”
“Hayley.” David drew a breath as she stopped at the door. “Your daddy? He’d be proud, too.”
The best she could manage was a nod as she left him.
She brushed away tears as she followed the voices in the parlor, then paused when she heard the temper in Harper’s.
“I don’t like this idea, not one bit. And I like less the fact that the three of you were off plotting this on your own.”
“We womenfolk,” Roz said with a sarcasm that dripped so heavy Hayley could feel its weight outside the room.
“The fact that you are women isn’t any of my doing,” he shot back. “But the fact that my woman is pregnant is. I don’t take chances on this.”
“All right, you have a valid point. But what do you intend to do with her for the next seven, eight months, honey?”
“Protect her.”
“You do make it hard to argue.”
“Arguing isn’t going to help.” Mitch’s voice of reason cut between them. “We can discuss and debate, and we’re unlikely to be in full agreement on all points. But we do have to come to some decisions.”
Hayley straightened her spine, and stepped into the room. “I’m sorry. Hard not to overhear. Harper, I was going to ask if we could go outside so I could talk to you, but I think what I have to say needs to be said here, to everyone.”
“I’ve got some things to say you might rather hear in private.”
She only smiled. “There’ll be plenty of time for you to yell at me in private. A lifetime of it. I know you kept it buttoned till now because of the kids. But I’d like you to hear me out before you say anything more.”
She cleared her throat and moved farther into the room. “Earlier today, when I was alone, I was wondering how I’d gotten here. I’d never figured on moving away from where I grew up, having a couple of kids before I figured out where I really wanted to go, really wanted to do. Getting married, having babies, that was going to be later, after I’d made something of myself, had some fun. Here I am, living in another state. I’ve got a daughter not yet two and another baby on the way. I’m getting married. I’m working in a field I never thought about being in before. How’d I get here? What am I doing here?”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Roz set her fork aside. “In the gardens? We’ll insist the weather stay fine, and have tents as a backup. I intend to roll up my sleeves regarding the flowers. I insist you give me my head there. You’ll want lilies, I expect.”
“Yes. I want to carry red lilies.”
“Bold colors then, toss the pastels. I can work with that. I know you don’t want anything too formal, and since we’ve had two weddings already this year, I think we can iron out the details without much pain and suffering.”
“Step away now,” Logan advised Harper. “Save yourself. Just say, ‘That sounds fine.’ And if they give you two choices in anything, don’t fall into the trap. Just say, ‘They’re both great,’ and tell her to pick.”
“He thinks he’s being funny,” Stella said dryly. “I’m not kicking him under the table because he’s right.”
“How come everybody’s getting married?” Gavin demanded. “How come we always have to wear ties?”
“Because they like to torture us,” Logan told him. “It’s the way of women.”
“They should have to wear ties, too.”
“I’ll wear a tie,” Stella offered. “You wear high heels.”
“I know why people get married,” Luke piped up. “So they can sleep in the same bed and make babies. Did you and Mitch make a baby yet?” he asked Roz.
“We already made our quota some time ago. And on that note.” Roz pushed away from the table. “I think it’s time for you boys to help David clear this up so you can have ice cream in the kitchen.”
“All right, troops. Fall in. You, too, Private.” Before Hayley could deal with it herself, David moved over to take Lily out of the high chair. “Just because you’re short, doesn’t mean you can skate out of KP. She likes to help me load the dishwasher,” he said to Hayley. “We’re fine.”
“I just need to talk to you for one minute in the kitchen.”
“Clear and stack, gentlemen,” he ordered, then carried Lily out of the dining room. “We got this end covered,” he said to Hayley. “You don’t need to worry.”
“No, that’s not it. I know Lily’s fine with you. It’s about the wedding. I need to ask you for something.”
He set Lily down, gave her a pot and a spoon to bang. “What do you need?”
“I know this might sound sort of strange, but I think you get to tailor a day like your wedding day to suit you best, don’t you?”
“If not that day, what day?”
“That’s right. So I was wondering, I was hoping, you’d give me away.”
“What?” David’s face went utterly blank. “Me?”
“I know you’re not old enough to be my daddy, or anything. But I wasn’t thinking about it that way. I was thinking how you’re one of my best friends, and Harper’s, too. How we’re like family. And how a day like that’s about family. I don’t have my daddy, or any blood kin I love the way I love you. So I want you to walk me down the aisle—so to speak—and give me to Harper. It would mean a lot to me.”
His eyes went misty as he wrapped his arms around her. “That’s the sweetest thing,” he crooned. “The damnedest sweetest thing.”
“Will you?”
He drew back. “I would be honored.” Taking both her hands, he turned them over, kissed her palms. “Extremely.”
“Whew. I thought you might think it was silly.”
“Not even close. I’m so proud, and touched. And, honey, if you don’t go on now, I’m going to embarrass myself in front of my troops.”
“Me, too.” She sniffled. “Okay. We’ll talk about all of it later on.” She crouched down to kiss Lily’s head, and was largely ignored. “You be good, baby girl.”
“Hayley.” David drew a breath as she stopped at the door. “Your daddy? He’d be proud, too.”
The best she could manage was a nod as she left him.
She brushed away tears as she followed the voices in the parlor, then paused when she heard the temper in Harper’s.
“I don’t like this idea, not one bit. And I like less the fact that the three of you were off plotting this on your own.”
“We womenfolk,” Roz said with a sarcasm that dripped so heavy Hayley could feel its weight outside the room.
“The fact that you are women isn’t any of my doing,” he shot back. “But the fact that my woman is pregnant is. I don’t take chances on this.”
“All right, you have a valid point. But what do you intend to do with her for the next seven, eight months, honey?”
“Protect her.”
“You do make it hard to argue.”
“Arguing isn’t going to help.” Mitch’s voice of reason cut between them. “We can discuss and debate, and we’re unlikely to be in full agreement on all points. But we do have to come to some decisions.”
Hayley straightened her spine, and stepped into the room. “I’m sorry. Hard not to overhear. Harper, I was going to ask if we could go outside so I could talk to you, but I think what I have to say needs to be said here, to everyone.”
“I’ve got some things to say you might rather hear in private.”
She only smiled. “There’ll be plenty of time for you to yell at me in private. A lifetime of it. I know you kept it buttoned till now because of the kids. But I’d like you to hear me out before you say anything more.”
She cleared her throat and moved farther into the room. “Earlier today, when I was alone, I was wondering how I’d gotten here. I’d never figured on moving away from where I grew up, having a couple of kids before I figured out where I really wanted to go, really wanted to do. Getting married, having babies, that was going to be later, after I’d made something of myself, had some fun. Here I am, living in another state. I’ve got a daughter not yet two and another baby on the way. I’m getting married. I’m working in a field I never thought about being in before. How’d I get here? What am I doing here?”
