Virgin River (36 page)

“Jack, what are you talking about?”

“I just want one thing. If I can be a sport about the fact that he’ll always be an important part of your life, can you try to not be sorry that we’re together, having this baby? Because I have to tell you, I’ve never been more ready for anything. I’ll do my best not to be jealous. I realize I’m not your first choice, but your next choice. That’s good enough for me, and I’m sorry someone died. I’m sorry for your loss, Mel.”

“Why are you saying this? It’s such nonsense.”

“It’s what I heard,” he said. “I heard you saying you were sorry you were pregnant, that it just happened, and you promised not to forget him.”

Mel gave him a look of disbelief. “I thought you were hurt by what you heard me say—but you were hurt because of what you
didn’t
hear!”

“Huh?”

“Jack, I’m not sorry I’m pregnant. I’m thrilled! I got myself all worked up because I realized that I was more in love with you than I thought possible. Maybe more in love than I’ve ever been in my life. I had a short insane moment of feeling that I’d betrayed his memory somehow. As though I’d been unfaithful or something. It’s true—I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did. I know I resisted, but you just got to me. I promised Mark I wouldn’t forget him. And I won’t because you’re right, he was a good man. And I respect him, too.”

“Huh?” he said again.

“Look,” she said, playing with his thick, damp hair.
“I was upset and a little confused. I loved Mark very much. I didn’t think I’d get to feel that again, much less for someone new. Imagine how it threw me when I realized I felt something even stronger. Something even more powerful. Jack, I was telling Mark I had moved on. I was saying goodbye—it was difficult. I’m not going to be a widow anymore, darling. I’m going to be a wife. This thing I have with you—it’s amazing.”

“Seriously?”

“I was in this high, emotional state,” she said with a shrug. “I was tired and pregnant. Jack, I love you so much. Can’t you tell?”

“Well…yeah,” he said, sitting up in the bed a little. “But I thought it was mostly physical. I mean—damn, Mel. We’re really good together. The way we come together, it almost makes me weak to think about it.”

“I don’t mind the physical part one bit,” she said with a mischievous grin. “But I love more about you than that. Your character, for one thing. Your generosity and how about your courage. Oh, there are about a million things, but I’m done talking now.” She kissed him. “Now I want you to say something wonderful to me right before you tear this shirt off my body.”

He rolled her over onto her back and, looking into her eyes, said, “Mel, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m going to make you so happy, you won’t be able to stand it. You’re going to wake up singing every morning.”

“I already do, Jack.”