"An undercover agent." She scoffed. "How naive and gullible I was," she thought sadly. She should've known that he wasn't an undercover agent by his actions and his meanness.
With the help from the shelter, she was able to get a grant for a house on Circle Way. Nancy thought it was perfect. She would hide in plain sight among other families.
Nancy decided spur of the moment to meet with them. You never knew when you might need a friend.
Nancy had glanced down at Audrey.
Alvin laughed. "Not that baby."
Nancy quickly calculated the timing. Oh good Lord. Was she pregnant with another of Don's children? Rubbing her belly as she walked to bed, she soon fell fast asleep.
Alvin stayed for another hour and then came and put Audrey in her crib to sleep. Two sleeping beauties, he thought poetically before going home to his wife.
"It's too early!" Nancy thought sadly. "Something's wrong!"
But the mid-wife had calmed her fears and helped her deliver two little babies! She patted Nancy's hand and told her that the body is smart than the brain sometimes.
Nancy rocked her little girls Whitney and Erica, then gazed fretfully at the one crib. A tear slipped down her face. "I only have one crib," she said. She'd been so proud the day she'd gotten the crib for Audrey.
"It will work out. I'll see if I can find you another one." And the mid-wife had come through. She'd found a couple that wanted to donate their old crib.
Nancy smiled down at her big girl. "No, not right now. They drink a special milk. But, soon, you can help me feed them and sing to them!"
"Great!" Audrey said as she ran outside with her jump rope.
"Remember to stay in the backyard and don't talk to strangers!" Nancy called after her.
Nancy cringed. "It's just safer to play inside sometimes," she hedged.
Audrey frowned. "But my friends don't have to play inside. Why do I have to?"
Nancy toyed with her omelette.. "Because I'm your Mommy and I said so. Now finish up food and get ready for school."
Audrey grumbled a little bit, but did as she was told. Nancy felt awful for not telling her why they had to be so cautious. But, really, do you tell an 8 year old that your Father was a horrible man that you had to hide from?
Nancy smiled and said, "Forever!"
"Now, what do we name him?" Nancy asked. "We have to pick a good name!"
Audrey scrunched her face as she thought. "Maybe we should call him Scotty!"
Nancy laughed. "Scotty is it!"
So very lucky, she thought as she glanced out the window.