Republisher’s Note: Michelle is afraid of Bill’s plan.
Something About You – Part 29 by ShellyLynn
Danny awoke the next morning with a smile on his face. Never before had he experienced something so glorious, so special. Michelle was right, the previous night had been perfect. He rolled over to his side, expecting the beautiful creature he’d made love to the night before to be sleeping alongside him, but all he found were warm, empty sheets.
“Michelle?” he said aloud, waiting for a response. When he didn’t get one, he rose up out of bed and stepped into his discarded pair of pants from the previous day. As he walked out of the room, he tried once more, “Michelle, sweetie?”
“I’m in the kitchen,” came the sweet reply, allowing him to release a sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure why he had gotten so tense at her absence, but something about the way she’d been acting lately still had him wondering if something was wrong. The way she had been so open and loving the past evening however, had served to lessen the warning signals going off inside his head considerably.
He made his way into the kitchen where he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Morning sexy,” he drawled, his deep voice vibrating in her ear and sending shivers down her spine in remembrance of their recent activities. He set his unshaven chin on her shoulder as he watched her cook.
“Good morning,” she grinned, turning in his arms to face him.
“Yes it is,” he smiled, taking a step back to look at her appreciatively in her simple, pink silk robe, his eyes darkening with desire.
She slapped him playfully on the shoulder, “Looks to me like someone needs a nice cold shower.”
“You bet,” he laughed, reaching for her hand, “Care to join me?”
She couldn’t help but smile at his happiness, so this is what it felt like to be hopelessly, desperately in love with another human being, she thought. “Actually,” she fought the urge to take him up on his offer, “as good as that sounds, I think we should both be dressed before Mikey comes out here.”
“Yeah,” he agreed reluctantly, coming down from the cloud he’d been on for the previoius twelve hours. “You’re probably right. I don’t really want him to know what is going on between us until I have a chance to sit down and talk with him about it, which I plan to do later when I take him home.”
“That’s a good idea,” she remarked idly, going back to working on breakfast as she cracked open an egg and let it slide into the frying pan.
“I was thinking,” he added, almost as an afterthought, “later tonight I’d like you to meet me at Laurel Falls for dinner.”
“McDonalds again?” she asked with a laugh, knowing from the look on his face that isn’t what he had in mind.
“No,” he grinned at her response, “something much more special than that.”
She could swear she felt her heart skip a beat as she fought to find her voice. “Of course, that sounds wonderful.”
“Meet me where we had our picnic last time, at 6?”
“I can’t wait,” she said seriously, letting herself get caught up in the moment as her thoughts of Bill and what he was trying to do sliding to the back of her mind.
She laughed, smacking his hand lightly as he stole the makings of her breakfast feast, “If you keep doing that, we’re not going to have anything left to eat for breakfast.”
He nodded his head and after taking another piece of freshly made bacon off the plate, he disappeared to go get ready for the day. “I won’t be hungry.”
She laughed as he departed, turning the radio on the counter to her favorite country station and going back to work on breakfast. Mikey would probably be up soon and she wanted everything to be ready for them to eat when he woke up.
A couple minutes later, a knock on the door interrupted her cooking and she went to answer it, wondering who would be at her door at 8:00 on a Sunday morning.
“Coming,” she said, making her way to the front door and looking through the glass to see the identity of her visitor.
“I have official documents to be delivered,” the man said, “to a… hold on… Danny Santos.”
She opened the door and stood before him, “He’s in the shower,” she said warily, her mind coming up with a list of possible options for the contents of the envelope before her. Unfortunately, none of them were good. “Can I sign for them?”
“I’m not suppose to let anyone sign for them other than Mr. Santos,” the man argued, holding the envelope tightly in his small, chubby hands.
“He’s not feeling very well, I don’t think he’ll be out for a while,” she says, whispering as though telling him a colossal secret. “but I’m his fiancee. I’m sure you could make an exception.”
“You’ll make sure he sees them right away?” he wavers, looking into her beautiful brown eyes. He thought this Mr. Santos must be one hell of a guy to have this beautiful creature ready to marry him.
“Of course,” she smiled flirtatously, anxious to get the papers and look at them before Danny returned.
“Here you go,” he relented, handing her the sheet to sign, “Please sign on line eleven.”
She hurriedly did as told and practically pushed the man out the door before ripping the envelope open and searching through the thick legal document for the reason behind it’s delivery. Finally, on page 4, she found in bold letters across the top, Legal Request for Formal Paternity Test.
“No,” she cried, sinking to the floor, “this can’t be happening.”
After several moments of self pity, she rose to her feet, a silent determination behind each step she took as she headed to the bedroom. She wasn’t going to let Bill get away with this that easily, she would fight him every step of the way and maybe, just maybe, she could find a way to keep Danny and Mikey safe at the same time.
She quickly changed and threw her hair up into a ponytail before returning to the kitchen and taking out a piece of stationary to write on. She knew that if she stayed, Danny would be able to tell she was upset, even if she managed to hide the fact that she’d been crying. He simply knew her too well. Besides, if she knew him, he would insist on going with her and this was something that she needed to do alone, if there was to be any chance that it might work. She scribbled out a simple message and left it on the kitchen counter with their finished breakfast.
I know that you’re probably worried to find me gone, but don’t, I’m fine. Something important came up that needs my immediate attention and I have to go now. Enjoy your breakfast and I’ll see you tonight,
She took out her cell-phone as she made her way to her car, “Can I please speak to Ed Bauer?”
“Do you have an appointment?” the voice on the other end asked formally, grating on Michelle’s nerves as she climbed into her car. She had never liked Ms. Rosen and right now, she was not the person Michelle wanted to speak to.
“No one talks to Mr. Bauer without an appointment. Besides, he isn’t at the office today. Would you like to make one?”
“No,” Michelle sighed, surprised that for once, her father wasn’t working, “If he calls in, tell him his daughter would like to speak to him. It’s important.”