Sydney Harbour Hospital: Evie's Bombshell (11 page)

His home phone rang from the direction of his bedroom and he ignored it as he felt the coffee slowly reviving him. Khalid only had his mobile number and everything else could just wait.

Lydia waited until he’d taken a few more sips before pinning him with that direct look of hers. She’d come a long way since the broken woman he’d comforted a decade ago. In his own grief and in the midst of their screwy relationship he had judged her harshly for that, for what he’d perceived as weakness, but she had come out the other side a much stronger person.

‘Spill,’ she said.

Finn thought about playing dumb but the truth was that Lydia was one of the few people who really understood how he ticked. She’d been the one who’d moved on from their half-hearted affair when she’d seen it had been perpetuating an unhealthy co-dependence. The strange mix of relief and regret at its ending had confused him but she’d never left him completely and as his one tangible link to Isaac he’d been grateful for her watchful eye and bossy persona.

‘Evie’s pregnant.’

Lydia blinked. ‘Oh.’

Finn took another sip of his coffee. ‘Indeed.’

‘It’s yours?’

Finn nodded. It wasn’t something he’d questioned for a moment. ‘A little boy.’

‘Oh,’ Lydia said again, hiding a smile as she sipped at her coffee.

Finn frowned. ‘Are you smiling?’

Lydia shook her head, feigning a serious expression. ‘Absolutely not.’

‘This is not funny.’

Her shaking became more vigorous. ‘Not funny at all.’

Finn plonked his mug on the coffee table and raked his hands through his hair; his chest felt tight and his heart raced. He blamed the coffee rather than what he suspected it actually was—sheer panic.

Lydia didn’t understand.

Except she did
.

His hands trembled as he looked at her with bleak eyes that had seen too much hate. ‘I’m too damaged for a baby, Lyd.’

Lydia’s smile disappeared in an instant and she reached out her hand to cover his. ‘Maybe this is just what you need to help you heal?’ she murmured.

He shook her hand away—how could he gamble that on the life of an innocent child? ‘I never wanted a baby. This wasn’t my choice.’

‘Well, we don’t always get what we want in life, do we, Finn? You know that better than anyone. So you didn’t get a say? Too bad—it’s here, it’s happening. And guess what, you do get a choice about what you do now.’

Finn stared at her incredulously. ‘What?
Be a father
?’

‘Yes,’ she nodded. ‘Be a father.’

Finn shook his head as his chest grew tighter, practically constricting his chest. ‘No.’

‘Be the father you always wanted.’

Finn shook his head. ‘I never wanted a father.’

Lydia gave him a stern look. ‘Isaac told me, Finn. He told me how you wished every night for a father to come and take you both away from it all. That you’d tell him stories about him picking you up and taking you to Luna Park for the day and a ferry on the harbour and then back to his house by the sea. You can’t go back and fix that, but you do get a chance to start over.’

Lydia stood, swooping his empty mug off the table. ‘You want your son to not have a father either? To miss out on such a vital ingredient in his childhood? To dream every night of you coming and taking him out to Luna Park and for a ride on the ferry and to live by the sea? A boy needs a father, Finn.’

‘He needs a mother more.’

She shook her head. ‘No, he needs a mother
as well
.’

Finn chewed on his lip. Why did Lydia always make so much sense? But the nagging, gnawing worry that spewed stomach acid and bile like a river of hot lava inside his gut just wouldn’t let up.

He looked at Lydia. A woman who had needed him to love her. A love he’d been incapable of giving. ‘What if I …?’ He could barely even bring himself to say the words. ‘What if I don’t love him?’

Lydia gave him a sad smile. ‘You already do, Finn. Why else are we having this conversation? Just
be
a father. The rest will follow.’

By the time Lydia had ordered him to take a couple of headache pills and have a shower then dragged him to Pete’s for brunch, Finn was feeling more human again. She’d nattered away about the weather and her job and the football scores and other inane topics, for which he was grateful, and by midday he was back at his apartment alone, with Lydia’s wise words turning over and over in his head.

He wasn’t utterly convinced by any of them but he had started to think that being part of his child’s life was a responsibility he shouldn’t shirk.

How many times as a boy had he vowed to do it different when he became a father? Back in the days before all hope for his future had been quashed. When he’d believed that his life could still be normal.

Lydia was right. A boy needed a father.

A stable, committed presence.

God knew, he and Isaac could have done with one instead of the bunch of losers that had drifted in and out of their mother’s life until one had stuck and they’d been pushed out of the nest.

He could do stable and committed.

The light was flashing on the answering-machine from the call earlier and he hit the button to listen to the message.

‘Finn … its Evie. I didn’t really want to tell this to your machine but … what the hell … it might just be easier all round. I just wanted you to know that I know it’s a lot for you to comprehend and I didn’t want to tell you to … get something out of you. I’m not after money or any kind of … support. It’s okay … you don’t have to have anything to do with him … the baby … I just think you deserved to know, that’s all. I’m happy to do it all. I’m fine with you never being a part of his life. I don’t need that from you. So … that’s all really. I just wanted you to know that you’re off the hook … if that’s what you want. Okay … bye.’

Beep …

Finn stared at the machine.
He was off the hook?
If that’s what he wanted?

It should have been what he wanted. He wasn’t capable of anything else—he’d just been telling Lydia the same thing. But a surge of anger welled up in his chest, washing over him with all the rage and power of a tsunami.

I’m fine with you never being a part of his life
.

You don’t have to have anything to do with him
.

Like his own father.

Evie was going to raise
his
son by herself. Without his money. His input. His support.

Without him.

It was what he should want. It made sense. She’d love him and nurture him and provide all the things he needed.

Physically and emotionally.

Comfort and security. A real childhood. Aunties, uncles, grandparents. Birthday parties, trips to the beach, photos with Santa.

It should make him happy but it didn’t. The anger dissipated quickly, replaced by something that felt very much like … craving. It slid like a serpent through his gut and whispered.

Be a father
.

Damn Evie and her independence. Her grand plans. Her
happy to do it all
. Lydia was right—he did have a choice. And he’d be damned if his son would grow up without a father.

Stable and committed trumped absent any day.

An hour later Evie was examining a patient’s foot in cubicle two when the curtain snapped back with a harsh screech. She blinked as Finn stood there, glaring at her with his laser gaze, looking all scruffy and shaggy and very, very determined.

‘I need to talk to you Dr Lockheart,’ he said. ‘Now, thank you.’

His imperious tone ticked her off even as her hormones demanded she swoon at his feet in a puddle of lust. Luckily the baby gave her a hefty kick, as if to remind her she had a backbone and to use it.

‘I’m busy,’ she said, smiling sweetly for the benefit of the elderly lady, who looked startled at his intrusion.

But not as startled as she was!

Finn smiled at the patient as he strode into the cubicle and put his hand under Evie’s elbow. ‘Important cardiac consult,’ he said to the grey-haired woman. ‘It won’t take a minute.’

‘Oh, of course, dear,’ the lady said. ‘Off you go. Hearts are more important than my silly broken toe.’

Finn smiled at her as he firmed his grip on Evie. ‘Let’s go,’ he said, pulling insistently against her resistance.

Once outside he dropped his hand and stalked down the corridor, naturally assuming she’d just follow him. Evie had a good mind to walk in the opposite direction and force him to come looking for her again but they did need to talk. In fact, she was a little surprised he was willing to do so this early. She’d assumed he’d be thinking about her little bombshell for a while longer.

Which meant he’d probably got her phone message.

So she followed him, glaring at his broad shoulders and the way his hair curled against his collar until both of them disappeared into the on-call room. She steeled herself, taking a moment before she entered. It had taken all her guts to make that phone call this morning when every cell in her body had been urging her to say the opposite.

But she’d meant it. She’d cope if he didn’t want a bar of them.
It would hurt, but she’d cope
.

She took a deep breath and pushed through the door. He was standing waiting for her on the opposite side, his arms folded impatiently across his chest.

‘You look awful,’ she said.

She’d seen Finn in varying states of disarray. Angry, inebriated, in pain, high on pain pills, in denial, unkempt and hungover.

This was about as hungover as she’d ever seen him.

‘Trust me, this is an improvement on a few hours ago.’

‘Did it help?’ she asked, trying to keep the bitterness out of her voice but not really succeeding.

Finn shook his head. ‘Nope.’

Evie folded her hands across her chest. ‘I left a message on your machine this morning.’

Finn gave a curt nod. ‘I got it.’

‘Oh.’ Evie’s hand dropped automatically to her belly, feeling the hard round ball of her expanding uterus. A nurse that morning had joked that she was ‘looking preggers’ and Evie knew that her baggy scrubs weren’t going to help for much longer. ‘I mean it, Finn. I don’t need you to be part of this.’
I want you to, though, with every fibre of my being
. ‘Plenty of kids grow up in single-parent families and they do just fine.’

Finn thought about his own dismal childhood.
Plenty of kids didn’t do just fine as well
. And although he’d always thought being a father was the last thing on earth he wanted, he suddenly realised that was wrong.

His child being fatherless was the last thing he wanted.

Didn’t
his
son deserve the very, very best? Everything that
he
hadn’t had and more? A happy, settled, normal family life? Two people who loved him living and working together to ensure that his life was perfect?

A father. And a mother.

And a puppy!

‘I think we should get married,’ he said.

Every molecule inside Evie froze for long seconds as his startling sentence filtered through into suddenly sluggish brain cells. ‘What?’ she asked faintly when she finally found her voice.

Finn wondered if he looked as shocked as she did at the words that had come from nowhere. They hadn’t been what he’d been planning to say when he’d practically dragged her into the on-call room but he knew in his bones they were the right words.

His child was growing inside her and, no matter what, he was going to be present. He was going to
be a father
. Conviction and purpose rose in him like an avenging angel.

‘You can move in with me. No, wait, I’ll buy a house. Somewhere by the harbour, or the northern beaches. Bondi or Coogee. He can join the Nippers or learn to surf.’

Evie’s head spun, trying to keep up with Finn’s rapid-fire thinking. ‘A house?’

‘I think kids should grow up near a beach.’

Having been dragged from one hot suburban shoebox to the next, he wanted his son to have the freedom of space and a sea breeze and the rhythm of the ocean in his head when he went to sleep instead of rock music from the bikie neighbours or the blare of the television in the next room.

Finn’s thoughts raced in time with his pulse. He was going to
be a father
.

‘I’ll look into celebrants when I get home.’

Evie stared at him incredulously. He had them married and living at the beach with their surfing son all without a single mention of love.

‘We’ll do it just after the baby’s born. No need to inconvenience ourselves until necessary.’

Evie felt as if she’d entered the twilight zone and waited for eerie music to begin. He didn’t even want to get married until the baby had arrived—to inconvenience himself. Could he make it any clearer that this sudden crazy scheme had no basis in human emotion? That it wasn’t a love match?

Evie had grown up in a house where her parents had been strangers and she was never,
ever
going to subject herself
or her child
to a cold marriage of convenience.