Buried in Secrets (Carly Moore #4) - Denise Grover Swank Page 0,41
onto my other hand. “You scared the crap out of me.”
She laughed. “I’m not sure how. I clomp around like an elephant these days.”
I pointed to the man. “Is that your dad?”
A frown washed over her face. “Yeah. You ready?”
“Yep.” I took a sip of the water, the rough plastic scraping my bottom lip. I dumped out the water in the sink and set the cup on the counter. “Sorry to add to your pile of dishes. Will your husband wash them when he gets home?”
She released a harsh laugh. “That’s a good one. First of all, I ain’t married, but even if Chuck washed dishes, he ran off with Becca Sloan a few weeks ago.”
“Sorry,” I said. “I heard you were married.”
She snorted. “Momma liked to tell people that. She thought people were gonna judge me for having a baby without a marriage license, but Chuck would never pull the trigger. Guess now I know why.”
“I’m sorry,” I added softly.
She rested her hand on her belly. “My momma was supposed to help me raise him. We were gonna—” She stopped abruptly and sucked in a breath. “Now it’s just me. I might be havin’ this baby, but he ain’t gonna get a job and pay the electric bill,” she snapped, but I knew her anger wasn’t directed at me. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”
I hoped I was only getting started.
Chapter Twelve
We drove in silence for a few minutes. Ashlynn looked out the window, her body turned away from me. She reminded me a little of Lula back in December, when she was pregnant and thought she was alone. Unplanned pregnancies weren’t all that uncommon here—not that I was judging—but all too often the women didn’t receive much support. It was clear Ashlynn had lost her main supporter the moment Pam was locked up.
“When are you due?” I finally asked.
“The end of August,” she said, still staring out the side window.
“And you’re having a boy? You called your baby a him.”
“Yeah.” Her response was flat, making me wonder if she would have preferred a girl. Or maybe she was intimidated to now be facing this alone.
“Are you and your mother close?”
She didn’t answer, and I glanced over to see her wiping a tear from her cheek. She caught me looking at her and shrugged. “Close enough.”
“How long ago did you graduate high school?” I asked.
Her body jolted. “I graduated a year ago. This ain’t no teen pregnancy.” But then her cheeks flushed, making me think maybe she hadn’t turned twenty yet.
“I’m not judging you, Ashlynn. You’re about to have a baby and your mother’s in jail, likely to go to prison. I’m just trying to figure out how to help you.”
Her body tensed. “I don’t need your help.”
I inwardly groaned. While she probably did need my help, I needed to stop trying to force it on people. I was very much an outsider, and while many people in Drum had accepted me in a short period of time—likely because Max had given me his blessing, so to speak—not everyone appreciated my attempts at intervention. Max himself had bristled at my tendency to offer unsolicited advice. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to insinuate…” I took a breath. “I just know how hard this will be without your mother. When I was in college, I had a friend who had a baby without the support of a significant other. Her mother had died years before, so she didn’t have much support, and she was still in school. She didn’t like to ask for help, so my friends and I kind of had to force it on her.” Belatedly, I realized that Charlene “Carly” Moore had never gone to college, but I had to trust that Ashlynn likely wouldn’t be repeating this conversation.
“You may be driving me to see my mother, but we ain’t friends.”
“You’re right,” I said, not taking offense and telling myself to let this go. “We’re not friends, but if you ever need a friend, I’m here for you, okay? I can give you my home phone number before we part ways in Ewing, and you know I work at Max’s Tavern. You can always reach me there.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Why do you want to help me out so bad?” Then horror filled her eyes. “You ain’t gettin’ my baby.”
“What?” I protested. “I don’t want your baby! I don’t even know if I want babies of my own!”