Saving Us (Mitchell Family #6)(31)
Author: Jennifer Foor

She squeezed my hand again. “Conner did the right thing bringing you here. Not only does the main house have an excellent security system, but this house is tucked back behind everything else. A stranger would never be able to find this place. Even Conner’s friends could never find it on their own. That man won’t find you here.”

I smiled, but felt horrible. What kind of parent wants their only son hooked up with someone with this much baggage? “I’m so sorry about all of this.”

“Amy, I don’t blame you one bit. Listen, if it makes you feel any better, John and I are spending more time at his house. He keeps begging me to move in with him anyway. If I did that, then you two could stay here and have the house all to yourselves. I don’t know how long you are planning on staying, but feel free to make Miranda’s old room a nursery for the baby. I’d love to help you do it.”

Conner had a big smile on face when I looked over at him. “Is this what you talked about while I was asleep?”

“Maybe.”

I looked back at his mother. “I would never want you to leave your home for us.”

“Are you kidding. John is going to be so happy. Hell, he will probably do anything that you ask him. That man has been begging me for this for too long.”

Conner stood up from the table and cleared their two plates. He knew not to touch mine since I was devouring the pancakes. “I was thinkin’ that when you were done eatin’ we could take the golf cart over to Colt’s and let him know we’re back. He’s goin’ to have to rearrange some duties for me to be able to work full time here again. Van would probably enjoy seein’ you.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’m just warning you, I maybe a while. I’m thinking of getting seconds.”

He leaned over and kissed the side of my head. “You go on with your bad yourself. My boy needs to eat. I want his Momma to be fat and happy.”

I ended up eating five pancakes with extra butter and syrup. They tasted so delicious. Conner’s mother left shortly after breakfast, but not before hugging me and letting me know that she was glad Conner and I were there.

After getting cleaned up, we hopped on the golf cart and made our ways to Colt and Van’s place. Noah was outside playing with the dog. He ran toward us as we approached. “Hey. What are you guys doin’ here?”

I climbed off and gave him a hug. “Didn’t you miss us?”

He shrugged. “Is Bella here, too?”

Conner leaned down and slapped the little guy five. “Not this time. Where’s your parents, bud? I need to talk to your dad.”

“They are in the house.”

After having to explain the whole situation again to Colt, we sat there waiting for his response. “So you think this guy is goin’ to come here?”

“No. Even if he does come looking, he won’t find this place. He would search for Conner’s last name, not yours. Besides, he is in a lot of trouble. Rick isn’t an idiot. He will lay low for a while. The last thing he wants is to get caught.”

Colt looked over to Van. I could tell he wasn’t happy. “Here is the thing. A couple years back we doubted what someone was capable of. Savanna and I lost a child because of it. Now I know you’re pregnant and that you need to be safe. I’d never turn my back on my family, but I can’t have my wife and kids in any kind of danger.”

“I would never want that either. Would you rather us go somewhere else?” Conner gave me a dirty look. He wasn’t going to be happy if Colt said yes.

“No, I don’t want you to leave. You and that baby are family now. Get yourselves settled. We can talk more about things later.”

Conner and Colt went outside to talk about work, while I stayed behind with Van. “I’m so sorry we had to come here. I feel like Colt hates me.”

Van picked up Christian and carried her away from the front door. She had followed the guys to the door when they walked outside. “He doesn’t hate you. This all just reminds us of a time that we don’t like to think about. I’m sure you know the story about Bella’s birth father.”

“My God, Van, I am so sorry. I didn’t even think about that.” I felt like such a piece of shit.

“Amy, it’s fine. This isn’t your fault. You and Conner have a baby on the way. You need to be safe and happy. It will be good that you’re here. I get lonely sometimes.”

Her words made me feel better. “Really? You are okay with it? Because, I really like it here. It’s so beautiful and quiet.”

She pulled me in for a hug. “Everything is going to be fine. Worrying is bad for the baby. I guess I have a lot to teach you,” she teased.

I had been planning on getting all of my advice from Miranda. As much as I was happy to have a friend here, it made me miss my best friend. “That would be nice. I better go back to Conner’s to call Miranda and let her know we’re alright. I left my cell phone there.”

Van started chasing after Christian again. She was funny when she tried to move fast with her big belly. “I’ll just see you later then.”

“Yeah, I’ll stop by later.”

Maybe everything was going to be alright after all.

Chapter 20

Conner

There was something about being back home that made things easier. After talking to Colt, it was clear that he was a little leery about Amy and I bringing our problems to Kentucky. He didn’t tell us we had to leave, not that I was going to take no for an answer. My mother would have gone to his mother and they would have sided with me and Amy.

After a few days things started to go smoother. Amy kept in touch with Miranda every day. She spent her afternoons with Van, looking for ideas for the nursery. My mother pretty much moved in with John immediately. I think she just needed that push to make her finally do it.

Every night we would check the internet for news on the police finding Rick, but nothing was ever there.

It took us about a week, but we were able to get an appointment to see a local doctor. It was the same obstetrician that Van used, so Amy took having to switch doctors better. It wasn’t like she had a good relationship with the one at home anyway. Aside from her initial appointment, she hadn’t been to her again.

They decided to do a sonogram right away, which was exactly what we were hoping for. I was dying to learn the sex of the baby and Amy just wanted to make sure that our baby only had five fingers on each hand. I told her it was a joke, but she said after I had told her that story, she dreamed that our child had six fingers.