Convincing Alex (15 page)

How easy to fall in love with them, she realized. All of them were so warm, so open, so comfortable with each other. Her parents would never have had such a sweetly intimate conversation at the table. Nor had they ever embraced her with the verve and passion both Yuri and Nadia showed their children.

Was this what she'd been missing all of those years? Bess wondered. Had lacking something like this caused her to be so
socially clumsy as a child, and, making up for it, so socially active as an adult?

Still, what she had had, and what she hadn't, had forged her into what she was, so she couldn't regret it. Well, perhaps a little, she mused, falling unknowingly into the family tradition by sneaking the dog bits of food under the table. It was hard not to regret it a little when you saw how lovely it could be to be part of such a solid whole.

Absorbing everything, she glanced around the table. And found Mikhail's eyes on her. This time she smiled. “You're doing it again,” she told him.

“Yes. I want to carve you.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Your face.” He reached out to take it in his hand. The conversation continued around them, as if he handled women at the dinner table regularly. “Very fascinating. Mahogany would be best.”

Amused, she sat patiently while he turned her face this way and that. “Is this a joke?”

“Mikhail never jokes about his work,” Sydney commented, coaxing one more green bean into her son. “I'm just surprised it's taken him so long to demand you sit for him.”

“Sit?” She shook her head, and then her eyes widened as it all came together. “Oh, of course. Stanislaski. The artist. I've seen your work. Lusted after it, actually.”

“You will sit for me, and I'll give you a piece. You'll choose it.”

“I could hardly turn down an offer like that.”

“Good.” Satisfied, he went back to his meal. “She's very beautiful,” he said to Alex, in such an offhand way that Bess laughed.

“I'd say that Stanislaski taste runs to the odd, but your wife proves me wrong.”

Mikhail brushed a hand over Sydney's halo of auburn hair, stroked a finger down her classically lovely face. “There are different kinds of beauty. You'll come to the studio next week.”

“Don't bother to argue.” Sydney caught Mikhail's hand, squeezed it. “It won't do you a bit of good.”

At the other end of the table, Rachel winced. Nadia leaned closer, spoke gently. “How far apart?”

Rachel gave a little sigh. “Eight, ten minutes. They're very mild yet.”

“What's mild?” Zack glanced at her, and then his mouth all but dropped to his knees. “Oh, God, now?
Now?
”

“Not this very minute.” She would be calm, Rachel told herself and took a deep, cleansing breath to prove it. “I think you have time for some of Mama's cream cake.”

“She's in labor.” He gaped across the table at his equally panicked brother.

“We're not ready here.” Nick stumbled to his feet. “We're ready back at home. I'm supposed to call the doctor, but I don't have the number.”

“Mama does,” Rachel assured her husband's younger brother. Then she lifted a hand to her husband's. “Take it easy, Muldoon. There's plenty of time.”

“Time, hell. We're going now. Shouldn't we go now?” Zack demanded of Nadia.

She smiled and nodded. “It would be best for you, Zack.”

“But, Mama—”

Rachel's protest was cut off by Nadia's gentle flow of Ukrainian, the gist of which had a great deal to do with placating frightened husbands.

“She should put her feet up,” Mikhail announced. “This helped you, yes?”

“Yes,” Sydney agreed. “But I think we should wait until she gets to the hospital.”

“Nine-one-one.” Alex shoved away from the table and sprang to his feet. “I'll call.”

“Oh, sit down.” Rachel waved an annoyed hand at him. “I don't need a cop.”

“An ambulance,” he insisted.

“I'm not sick, I'm in labor.”

“I take her in the truck.” Yuri was already up, prepared to lift his baby girl into his big arms. “We get there very fast.”

While the men began to argue in a mixture of languages, Nadia rose quietly and went into the kitchen to call Rachel's obstetrician.

“I've already been through this,” Mikhail was saying to Alex. “I know how to handle it.”

“Ha.” Their father pushed them both aside and pounded a fist on his broad chest. “Me, four times. You know nothing.”

“We don't have the tape recorder or the music.” Nick ran a hand through his flow of sandy hair. He was desperately afraid he'd be sick. Though no one was listening to him, he continued to babble. “The video camera. We've got to get the video camera.”

“Honey, you want some water? You want some juice?” When she yelped, Zack turned dead white. “Another one? It hasn't been ten minutes, has it?”

“You're breaking my hand.” Rachel shook it free and sent a pleading look to Sydney.

“Okay, guys, back off.” The steel under velvet that made Sydney a successful businesswoman snapped into her voice. “Alex, go
upstairs and get your sister a pillow for the ride. Yuri, go start the truck. That's a very good idea. Nick, you, Mikhail and Griff go back to your apartment and get what Rachel needs. We'll meet you at the hospital.”

“How do you get there?” Mikhail demanded.

“I have a car.” Bess was watching the family drama with fascinated eyes. “We can fit three in a pinch.”

“Wonderful.” Dispersing the troops with all the flair of a general, Sydney gave her husband a kiss and a shove. “Get going. Zack and Nadia will ride with Yuri and Rachel. I'll go with Alex and Bess.”

As the next contraction hit, Rachel began to breathe slowly, steadily. “Sorry,” she said to Bess in between breaths, “to put you out.”

“No problem.” She had to bite her tongue to prevent herself asking what it felt like to go into labor at a family dinner. There'd be time for that later.

“I called the doctor, and Natasha.” Nadia came back into the room, pleased that Sydney had organized the troops. “Natasha and her family are coming.”

“We should go.” Zack helped Rachel to her feet and swallowed hard. “Shouldn't we go?”

 

By the time they arrived at the hospital, Sydney and Bess were the best of friends. It was difficult to be otherwise, when they'd been crammed together in one seat while Alex drove like a madman back to Manhattan.

They talked about clothes, a few mutual friends they'd discovered, and the Stanislaski men. Sydney agreed that it was very forbearing of Bess not to mention the quality of Alex's driving, after he'd been so critical of hers.

By the time they found their way to the maternity level, Rachel was already settled in a birthing room, Zack had gotten over the first stages of panic, and Yuri was patting a pocket full of cigars.

“She's in the early stages,” Nadia explained to them in the corridor. “Company is good for her.”

Alex strode straight through the door, but Bess hung back. “I don't want to intrude,” she said to Nadia.

“This is not intrusion. This is family.” Nadia cocked her head. “Are you uneasy with childbirth?”

“Oh, no. I couldn't be, after I've written so many.”

Alex poked his head back out. “How'd you research that, McNee?”

“I did rounds with an obstetrician.” Her dimple winked out. “And found a few mothers-to-be who didn't object to having me hang around during labor and delivery. Have you ever seen one?”

“No.” His eyes changed. Just like a man. “They, ah, show us films, just in case, but I've never been at ground zero.”

“It's pretty great.” She laughed, perfectly able to read his thoughts. “Don't worry. I'll hold your hand.”

They passed the time in the big, airy birthing room telling stories, giving advice, joking with Zack once Mikhail and Nick arrived with Rachel's things. Griff was happily settled in with Zack's cook, Rio, so there was little to do but wait.

When Rachel felt like walking, they took turns leading her around the corridors, rubbing her back, making small talk to take her mind off the discomfort between contractions.

“I can see your mind working,” Alex murmured to Bess. “‘How can I use this?'”

“It's ingrained.” She murmured her thanks when he passed her his cold drink. “Your family,” she said, glancing around the room. “I've
never known anyone like them. My parents—they'd be appalled to be expected to take part in something like this.”

“It's our baby, too.”

She smiled and lifted a hand to his cheek. “That's what I mean. You're all very special.”

“I'm glad you're here.” As he leaned over to kiss her, Yuri slapped him on the back.

“Now all my children make babies but you.” He wiggled his brows at Bess. “You start soon, yes?”

“Papa…” Not sure how to take Bess's chuckle, Alex rose and spoke, firmly and quietly, in his mother tongue. “When I decide to make babies, I'll let you know.”

“What decide?” Yuri gestured toward Bess. “She's the one you want, isn't she?”

“Yes.”

Now Yuri gestured expansively with both hands. “Then?”

“I have my reasons for waiting. They're my reasons.”

Though the shake of Yuri's head was a gesture of sadness, there was a twinkle in his eye. “How is it all my children are so stubborn?”

“How is it my papa is so nosy?”

With a laugh, Yuri embraced Alex and kissed both his cheeks. “Go take this pretty girl for a walk, steal some kisses. Your sister will be some time yet.”

“That's advice I'll take.” He reached for Bess's hand and pulled her to her feet. “Come on, let's get some air.”

“Alexi.” Bess had to quicken her pace to keep up with him. “Don't be angry with him. He didn't mean to embarrass you.”

“Yes, he did, but I'm not angry with him.”

“What were you two rattling on about?”

He punched the button for the elevator. “You know, I don't think I'll teach you any Ukrainian. It comes in too handy.”

“But it's—”

“Rude,” he finished for her, grinning. “I know.”

By the time they came back again, Alex had taken his father's advice to heart. Bess's head was still spinning when they walked past the waiting room. It was Alex who spotted Nick, pacing and smoking in the smoking lounge like the cliché expectant daddy.

“How's it going, kid?”

“It's been an awfully long time.” Nick's hand shook a bit as he lifted the cigarette to his lips. “I mean, Sydney was only in a couple of hours for Griff. It's getting really intense, and Rachel kicked me and the camera out. How come they don't do something?”

“I don't know a lot about it,” Alex mused. “But I think babies come when they're ready.”

“It's only been a little more than six hours.” Bess moved in to soothe, touched that Nick should have such deep concern for his sister-in-law.

“Feels like six days,” Zack commented as he staggered in. He plucked the cigarette from Nick's hand and took a deep drag. “She's swearing at me. I know what some of those names are now, even if they aren't in English.”

“That's a good sign,” Bess assured him. “It means things are moving along.”

“She swore at the doctor, too.” With a sigh, he passed the cigarette back to Nick. “But she didn't take a swing at
him.
”

“If she missed,” Alex commented, “she must be in really bad shape.”

Wincing, Zack rubbed his shoulder. “She didn't. I'd better get back.”

“Let's go give him some support,” Alex began, but then he spotted a woman rushing off the elevator. “Tash!”

“Oh, Alex!”

Bess watched the woman fly into the waiting room, Gypsy hair flowing. There was concern in her eyes and laughter on her lips as she swung into Alex's arms.

“Alexi, how is Rachel?”

“Swearing at her doctor and punching Zack.”

“Ah.” She relaxed instantly. “That's good. Nick.” She held out a hand for his. “Don't look so worried. Your niece or nephew will be along soon. Spence is parking the car. We were going to leave the children, but they were so disappointed, we brought them. Freddie's looking forward to seeing you.”

Nick brightened a bit. “How's she doing?”

“She's taller than me now, and so pretty. Alex, where's Rachel?”

“I'll take you. Oh, this is Bess.”

“Bess?” Natasha turned, one hand still on her brother's arm. Of course, she'd heard about Bess. West Virginia might be a fair distance from New York, but family business traveled fast on phone wires. “I'm sorry. I didn't realize.”

“That's all right. You've got a lot on your mind.” And then Bess said the first thing that came to hers. “What fabulous genes you all have.”

Natasha's brows lifted. Then, below them, her eyes lit with laughter. “Rachel said I would like you. I hope we have time to talk before we leave town. I'm sorry to rush off.”

“Don't worry about it. I think Nick and I'll go to the cafeteria, rustle up some food for this group.”

 

Three hours later, Bess had delivered sandwiches and coffee, bounced Natasha's youngest daughter, Katie, on her knee and intro
duced herself to Spence Kimball and helped him entertain his very cranky son. She'd met Freddie and noted that the pretty, pixielike teenager was deep in puppy love with Nick.

As time dragged on, she added her support when Mikhail pressured his very tired wife to rest in the waiting room, took a few minutes to interrogate some nurses to help her beef up some hospital scenes and soothed Alex's nerves as his sister's labor reached the final stages.