Silver Currents of Change

Chapter 30

It was a lazy September evening and Melissa Smythe-Drucker was relaxing with a glass of iced tea on the veranda of her splendid ocean-front home in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. She was counting backwards again—in days, then in weeks, then months. By her calculation, the only man that could have fathered the twin babies she was carrying had to be Harvey Evan Wilson. The last time they slept together was around the first of May, and she was due the next year in February. And although she had decided to raise the babies as the children of her husband, she was nearly a hundred-percent certain the seventy-three year-old man was not the twins' biological father.

In August, when she was trying to get Harvey alone at the conference, she hadn't even known she was pregnant. Her motive for trying to corner him at that time was the same as always. She wanted to do with him the same deliciously luscious thing she did with him that had gotten her the twins.

She smiled. It was the thought about how if she had been able to get more than a moment alone with him in New York, there was a good chance he wouldn't have been the same old hound he was when he first separated from his wife. He was so obviously and completely taken with the too-young-for-him girl he was with. There was nothing, short of her yelling out, "I'm pregnant with twins and they're yours," that could have gotten him to pay her any attention at all. But since she didn't know she was pregnant then, she couldn't even do that. But now, everything had changed.

She was relishing the idea of telling him. And once she did, she felt sure that, like most men, he would quickly deny paternity. That's why it was her plan that once the babies were born she would eagerly accept an expected challenge to have all the testing done to show him he was indeed the father, although she hoped one look at them would be all that was needed for him to know. She was hoping with all her heart the babies would come out looking exactly like their father.

The first thing he would say, she was sure, was that they'd used protection every time they did it, and it was true. He was adamant about protection. But accidents happened, and she knew one had to have happened the last time they were together. It was the only explanation because, ten years ago, when she and Donald wanted to have a second child, the doctor told them her husband's sperm count was far too low for her to conceive. And now, fifteen years later, the twice a month date the two of them kept for making love didn't leave a lot of room for speculation. Donald simply couldn't have fathered the children. Chances were much better that Harvey was the father since the two of them did the deliciously dirty deed twice as many times in one night as she and husband did in a month.

It would serve Harvey well, she thought. After the way he blew her off in New York. She couldn't wait to see his face when she told him about the babies. She might have to wait for several more months, but the moment, and his expression after she told him, was sure to be absolutely priceless.

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