“Hello, Dewayne,” my mother said in a gentler tone than I’d expected. At least she respected the fact that he’d lost his brother. She didn’t have to be angry at him because I was pregnant. I was just glad my dad was at work.

“Is Sienna here?” he asked.

He was here to see me. Someone to talk to. Someone else who was hurting and lost without Dustin. Someone I trusted above anyone else.

“No. She isn’t here any longer. She’s been sent to a . . . facility up North. She had issues dealing with everything, and she wasn’t right emotionally.”

What?

“Oh. Uh, I didn’t realize she’d left. I . . . When is she coming back?”

“I don’t know. Not anytime soon,” my mother replied.

What? Was she serious? I was right here in my bedroom like I had been for a week now. Did she honestly plan to keep me locked up like this? Wasn’t that illegal? I had to see a doctor at some point.

“Is there a number where I can reach her?”

“No. She can’t communicate with anyone here. It upsets her. Talking to you will upset her. She needs time and medication.”

Holy crap! My mother was making me out to be a crazy person.

“Well, when she’s ready to talk to someone again, can you please have her call me? I can leave my number. I’d like to check on her. See if she’s doing well. I don’t want her to think we don’t care. We know she lost him too.”

I got a funny tightening in my chest that only Dewayne Falco managed to inspire. How could someone like Dewayne, with his party-boy ways, be so incredibly sweet? He’d been like that my freshman year. He always seemed to be there when I needed him.

“Sure. I’ll give her your number,” Mother said in a clipped voice. I’d never see Dewayne’s number. She’d burn it first.

“Thanks. Tell her that I came by and that I’m thinking about her.”

“Okay. Thank you, Dewayne. Tell your parents they are in our prayers. You all are.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

I closed my door quietly, then ran back over to my window and watched as Dewayne walked away. I would find a way to see him and talk to him. He’d made the first move, and now it was my turn to make a move. He would love this baby. It was part of Dustin. If my parents wanted to lock me up, he could help me escape. He was older. He would know what to do. I just had to find a way to get to him.

* * *

The next morning before the sun came up, my mother woke me and hurried me out to my father’s station wagon, then handed me a suitcase before she climbed into the passenger seat. My father was already in the driver’s seat. I looked over at him, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t even turn to look at me.

“Where are we going?” I asked, almost afraid she was about to make good on that story she’d told Dewayne. I wasn’t crazy. Surely they couldn’t get doctors to keep me if I was perfectly sane.

“Your aunt Cathy’s. She’s agreed to take you in until you’ve had the baby.”

That was the last thing my mother said to me. We rode in silence the eleven hours it took to drive to Fort Worth, Texas. My father never once acknowledged my existence. When we arrived, they unloaded me and handed me my suitcase. Spoke in whispered voices with my aunt Cathy, who I had never met before, then drove away without a good-bye.

Present day . . .

DEWAYNE

Micah lay sprawled out over me, fast asleep while Darth Vader kicked ass and took names on the television. The original plan had been to watch Pirates of the Caribbean. But then Micah said his mother liked Captain Jack and that we had to wait on her to start the movie.

Hell no was Sienna going to sit here and look at Johnny Fucking Depp. I had ejected that DVD really damn fast and stuck in one of the Star Wars discs. I didn’t even care which one it was. Just so Sienna wasn’t thinking about some other man.

Sienna walked into the room with that silky little wrap around her and her hair in damp curls, her face scrubbed free of makeup. “Is he asleep?” she asked, moving toward us.

“Yeah,” I said, wondering if she had anything on under that wrap.

“Let’s get him into bed,” she said, bending down to scoop him up.

“I got him,” I told her.

“Okay.” She stepped back and let me stand up with him, and then she led the way back to his room and pulled his covers back so I could tuck him in. Tonight we’d made sure he was bathed and in his pajamas before movie time.

She bent down and kissed his little cheek.

“Love you, Momma,” he muttered with his eyes closed.

“Love you more,” she replied.

When she turned to leave the room, I bent down and ruffled his hair. He was such a little thing. So much like his daddy at that age.

“Love you, Uncle Dewayne,” he said in that same little groggy voice.

My throat closed up, and I had to swallow hard to loosen it up before I could speak. “Love you, kiddo,” I told him.

He pulled the covers under his chin and snuggled deeper into his bed.

This moment was all because of Sienna. She’d made this possible.

I f**king loved her. Not just because she’d given me this kid to help heal what I’d lost, but because she’d stolen a piece of my soul with those big eyes and that sweet smile when she was fourteen. I’d wanted to be close to her and keep her safe. I hadn’t exactly known why then, I’d just known I wanted her happy. It was important to me.

But I knew why now. She was special. The kind of special that is hard to find in this life. The kind of special most people don’t get to touch. It’s the rare kind that, when you find it, you know it’s worth fighting for.

Her hand softly touched my arm. “Today went well.” Her voice was a whisper.

I wrapped my fingers around her small hand and walked out of the room with her by my side.

When she closed the door behind her, I was able to peek down the front of her wrap to see that she was in fact na**d under there. Hell yeah.

“I hope he’s a deep sleeper, because I got some plans that involve you na**d with those long legs of yours over my shoulders.”

Sienna glanced back up at me with wide eyes. “Tonight?”

“Fuck yeah, tonight. I hope you don’t think I’m going home without you. I told you I wasn’t going anywhere and, baby, I was speaking real literal. If you’re here, then I’m here.”

“Oh,” she said as she swayed toward me slightly.

“Yeah, oh. Get your ass in that room and let me unwrap my present,” I said, turning her toward her bedroom door and walking her inside, then locking it behind me.

The double bed that sat in the middle of the room was so damn small. Sleeping on that was going to be tough, but I’d have my king-size one moved in tomorrow. Tonight we could deal with a double.

“Dewayne?”

I tore my eyes off the small bed and my plans and focused on the almost-naked beauty in front of me. “Yeah?”

She fidgeted with the satin belt, keeping me from seeing all her creamy pale skin underneath. “You staying here is moving fast. I don’t want Micah to get his hopes up if in a couple of weeks you realize this isn’t what you want.”

She didn’t get it. Of course she didn’t. Sienna Roy didn’t understand that she was special. I had a lifetime to show her just how special she was.

“This ain’t something I’m trying out, Sienna. I don’t f**king try shit out. I either want it or I don’t. And I’ve wanted you since I was seventeen years old. Admitting that shit ain’t easy. It felt wrong for so long because I love Dustin. I’ll always love him, and I’ll miss him to the day I die. But he had what I desired, and more than anything I wanted you to be happy. I thought Dustin was who would make you smile. He was who you loved. So I made sure you got what you wanted. But he didn’t see what he had. He wasn’t careful with it. He didn’t cherish it, and in the end he lost it all too young. So I won’t be changing my mind in a few weeks. I don’t do this shit. I never did this shit. Because they were never you.”

Sienna inhaled deeply as she stared at me. I waited on her to say something, anything, to assure me that I wasn’t alone here. That she felt something more. That this was different for her.

She reached for the belt on her wrap and tugged it open, letting it fall and giving me the view I’d been wanting. “Show me,” she said softly.

Confused, I looked up from her tits to her eyes. “Show you?”

She nodded. “Show me with your body just how different this is for you.”

Oh, f**k yes. I could do that.

“Challenge accepted,” I said, closing the space between us and shoving the wrap off her arms and letting it fall to the floor in a heap.

She shivered as I ran a finger from the valley between her br**sts to her navel, then back up again. So soft. So perfect. “Mine,” I told her.

Her breathing hitched, and it made her tits jiggle. Fuck, that was nice.

SIENNA

When I pulled into the driveway, my father’s station wagon sat in the driveway right behind Dewayne’s truck. I’d only been at work four hours, and Dewayne hadn’t called me to let me know my mother was here. Because that was the only person it could be. I hadn’t seen her in six years, and those last memories weren’t happy ones.

And she was in that house with my baby. I didn’t even grab my purse before I bolted out of the car and took off running. When I reached the door, it was locked. The keys were in my hands. I’d at least pulled them out of the ignition in my hurry. Unlocking the door, I ran inside.

“Micah?” I called out. “Dewayne?”

No answer. I couldn’t call her name. What did I even call her? Mom? She hadn’t been that when I needed it most. I walked through the house, but it was empty. No one was here. Could they be at the Falcos’?

The front door opened, and I hurried back to the living room. But the sight of her made me stop. Her hair was gray now. Completely gray. I had been born to my parents late in life and my mother’s hair was already starting to gray when I lived at home. Seeing it completely gray now was startling. Her face looked like it had aged ten years instead of six, and she was thinner.

“Sienna,” she said with an uneasy smile. “You look beautiful.”

I looked different too. She’d sent off a sixteen-year-old girl. I was a woman now. A woman with a child.

“Where are Micah and Dewayne?” I asked.

She looked hurt, but she covered it up quickly. I would not feel guilty for that. She had abandoned me. I could never hurt her as badly as she had hurt me. Nothing compared.

“I don’t know. I knocked and no one answered, so I walked around back, then heard a car drive up. I didn’t recognize the fancy car, but it seems you’re doing well now, from the looks of it.”

That meant Dewayne and Micah were at the Falcos’, and the moment Dewayne looked outside and saw my father’s car in the drive, he’d be over here fast. I wanted him here. I just wanted Micah to stay there. She’d given us this house and given Micah that room, but seeing her now and remembering, I wasn’t ready to forgive her.

“You never called. I had hoped you would call,” she said.

“I know what that feels like. I had hoped you would call once too. Or at least give a shit.”

She flinched. Again, I would not feel guilty. She did this to us. To me.

“The Falcos know about Micah now, I take it? Since Dewayne is with him.”

“Yeah. They missed five years of his life because letters I sent never made it to them. Aunt Cathy says I need to talk to you about that.”

Mother looked as if that didn’t surprise her. She must have gotten a call from her sister about it.

The door behind her opened, and Dewayne filled the space. A fierce, protective glare was on his face, and his body was tensed and ready to defend me. He stepped around my mother and stood in front of me just slightly. “You okay?” he asked, his gaze softening for me.

I nodded, then reached for his hand. His large one engulfed mine.

“I should have figured this would happen. I knew when you came to see her the day before we took her to Texas that it was more than just checking on her.” Mother’s voice wasn’t condemning or judgmental. More like relieved.

“You told me she was already gone,” Dewayne said, turning to look back at my mother.

Mother at least looked apologetic. “I had a pregnant sixteen-year-old daughter, and the father of her child was dead. I didn’t know what to do. I was trying to save her future. She was too young to make the right decisions.”

The right decisions? Hauling me off and trying to force me to give up my baby was not the right decision.

“Keeping Micah was the best decision of my life,” I yelled, unable to control the anger burning inside me at the idea of her not wanting my son.

She nodded. “Yes, it was. You knew better than we did. You knew you could be a good mother. A better mother than I was to you. You showed us all that you would fight to give him a life. And you’ve done a wonderful job. I’m proud of you. I didn’t make you the woman you are, but I’m still proud of you.”

My eyes stung with unshed tears, and I gulped down air to keep from sobbing. “You have no idea what it was like. Loving him all on my own. Trying to be enough for him. Trying to be mother and father to him. Telling him how special he was and that he was my world while he asked questions about not having the family other kids had. You don’t know! You don’t know what it was like! He needed you. I needed you.” The sobs stopped me from saying any more. Then Dewayne’s arms were around me, holding me.