All That Remains. Janice Johnson Kay
you… Are you a paramedic?”
“Cop. But we have some training, too. I’ve delivered a baby.”
Hope lit her face. “You have?”
He hated to dampen that hope, but admitted, “A long time ago. I was a patrol officer. Woman was trying to drive herself to the hospital. She didn’t make it.” His mouth tilted into a rueful grin. “Scared me, but we managed.”
“Do you think…” She bit her lip, then winced. “I mean, that we’ll manage now?”
“Of course we will.” He found himself smiling and meaning it, although something complicated was happening inside him that he suspected was partly fear. Yeah, they’d manage—if nothing went wrong. If the baby wasn’t breech, or her placenta didn’t separate. If she dilated fully without drug intervention. If the baby didn’t suffer distress, or get the cord wrapped around its neck, or… Alec didn’t even want to think about the myriad nightmarish possibilities.
Most childbirth was uneventful. Cling to that.
Okay.
“You’re cold,” he said gruffly. “Let’s tuck you in.”
He wrapped a hand around one of her feet and found it icy. Swearing, he gathered blankets and bundled her in them.
There was a chimney at one end of the space, he saw, but no opening for a fireplace. At some point, a floor had been laid up here, but rooms were never framed in. Alec didn’t think the Maynards had children, which meant they’d never needed to add upstairs bedrooms.
“I had a fire downstairs,” the woman said. “It felt so good. But then water started coming in. I brought the matches up and even a little bit of wood, but…”
“The bedding was smart. We can keep you cozy. The baby, too, when it comes.” He paused. “Do you know whether it’s a boy or girl?” Or, from the size of that belly, both.
She tried to smile, but it trembled on her lips. “A girl. I haven’t named her yet. I guess I’m superstitious.”
“You call her it?”
Now a tiny laugh escaped her. “Cupcake. She’s Cupcake.”
“Ah, that’s more like it.” He laid a hand on her belly. “Hi, Cupcake.”
Beneath his hand, muscles seized and her belly became rock-hard. Cupcake’s mother groaned. Alec glanced at his watch. Five minutes, give or take a few seconds. Too bad he didn’t know how long it took to get from contractions five minutes apart to the actual birth. Assuming there was any norm.
He turned her face so she had to look into his eyes. “Breathe,” he reminded her. “One, two, three, four, blow. One, two, three, four… That’s it.” He counted and praised until the tension left her body once again.
“Better?” he asked.
She closed her eyes, but whispered, “Yes. Better.”
“Now I’ve met Cupcake—” he touched her belly again “—you and I might introduce ourselves. I’m Detective Alec Harper, Rush County Sheriff’s Department.”
“Oh.” Her eyes opened. “My name is Wren.” She studied him warily. “Um…will you need to put my name in a report or anything like that?”
He went on alert. “Is someone looking for you?”
After a moment she gave a small nod. “Cupcake’s father. He’s…” She swallowed. “I’m running away,” she finished, with an air of finality. “For Cupcake’s sake. And mine.”
“There’s not a warrant out for your arrest?”
She stared at him. “For my arrest?”
“You’re not in trouble with the law?”
“For heaven’s sake, of course not!”
“Then I promise Cupcake’s father won’t find you by any doing of mine.”
Those eyes, as soft as a Hershey’s bar melted for a s’more, kept searching his face. “Okay,” she said. “Fraser. My last name’s Fraser.”
“Ren? How do you spell it?”
“Like the bird. W-R-E-N.” She sighed. “I suppose that’s how I looked to my mother. Small and brown-feathered and sort of plain.”
He’d swear he heard a lifetime of sadness in words she said lightly.
“It’s a pretty name,” Alec said. Somehow, he hadn’t let go of her hand, which lay trustingly in his rather like the small bird they were talking about. “Wrens may not be colorful, but they’re quick and cheerful and full of life.”
“Still, it would be rather nice to be a blue jay. Or a cardinal.”
He grinned at her. “Blue jays are thieves, you know. Lousy characters all around. Cardinals are in bad taste. Too flashy.”
Wren gave another tiny giggle that warmed his heart ridiculously. His hand tightened on hers, and she looked down as if bemused to see where it lay. But she made no move to remove it from his.
Another contraction came. Gaze fastened desperately on his, she breathed her way through it. When it passed, she said, “Do you mind talking to me? You said you’re a detective?”
“Major crimes,” he said. “Homicide, rape, assault.”
“Do you like what you do?”
He felt his mouth twist. Funny she should ask him that. He might still be married if he’d been willing to give up what he did. He wouldn’t have lost India and Autumn, the two people he loved most in the world.
“Yeah.” His voice came out hoarse. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I like my work. I never wanted to be anything but a cop.”
“Then that’s what you ought to do,” Wren said firmly. “You’re lucky.”
Lucky. That was one way of putting it.
“You?” he asked.
“Nothing special.” Her voice brightened. “I did graduate from college.” The brightness left her. “But I majored in history, which is pretty much useless. I wanted to do grad school to become a librarian, but—” She grimaced. “I told myself I’d still do it, but…later.”
Cupcake’s father had come along, Alec guessed. He was developing quite a dislike for Cupcake’s father.
“You got married?”
She looked at him in surprise. “No. Oh, no. I was stupid, but not quite that stupid. We’re not married, thank goodness. Just…” She indicated her belly.
“Do you know for sure that he’s after you?”
“No-o.” Memories pinched her face. “But he said I couldn’t leave him. That he’d find me, and I’d be sorry if I ever tried.”
“Bullies like that don’t always follow through.”
“No.” Again she sounded doubtful. “But I’d rather make it impossible for him to find me.”
Alec didn’t like seeing that expression on her face. He smiled at her. “Well, there’s the silver lining to your current predicament. I can guarantee you that Cupcake’s father can’t get to you right now.”
Some of the tension left her. “That’s true, isn’t it? And I was so lucky that you came along. I told myself I could do this alone, but…I was scared.”
“You weren’t just lucky,” he told her firmly. “You were smart, too. You got yourself from your car to a house, then into the attic. If you hadn’t hung that white sheet out the window, I might not have come close. I knew this house was abandoned.”
“Why was it?”
“Old