She ignored this by turning to Joy and saying, “I’m sorry you went to all that trouble, Joy, but I’m not very hungry.”
The forceful, no-nonsense words uttered in James’s unmistakable, deep voice brought Belle to a stop.
“You’ll eat.”
Her gaze skittered to his still unfairly beautiful eyes and she saw he was staring at her.
“I’m not hungry,” Belle repeated.
“You’re eating for two so you’ll eat,” James returned and Belle felt the heat sting her cheeks at his nearly instant reference to their unborn child.
She also felt like running back down the steps to her car or avoiding it altogether and jumping into the sea and swimming to France.
At the same time she felt like kicking him in the shin.
No, “Hello.” No, “How are you?” No, “I’m so sorry I broke your heart and devastated your life, all in one night, how will you ever forgive me?”
Just, “You’ll eat.”
Belle didn’t know what to say so she looked away and said nothing at all.
Luckily Joy knew exactly what to do in intensely uncomfortable situations and she guided Belle into the house and to the sitting room, a room Belle especially liked, decorated in warm greens and bright yellows. She chatted the whole time making them all at ease (or as at ease as they could be under the circumstances) and then rushed out to order the refreshments.
Belle, Mom and Gram all had taken seats.
James stood leaning against the mantel of the fireplace, arms still crossed on his chest.
Belle wished he would sit. He was tall and he seemed even taller (for obvious reasons) when she was seated.
She, however, didn’t tell him this.
In fact, except for a quick glance, she didn’t look at him at all.
“What an, erm, lovely room,” Mom commented nervously.
James didn’t reply.
They waited.
James still didn’t reply.
“Can we get on with this?” Gram asked impatiently.
James spoke but Belle still didn’t look at him. “We’ll wait until Mum returns.”
“Whyever would we do that?” Gram snapped.
“Do you expect the have the right to speak about the future of your unborn great-grandchild during these discussions?” James asked.
“Of course I do,” Gram returned, unusually not quick enough to catch his meaning.
“Then we’ll wait until Mum returns,” James stated firmly and Gram clamped her mouth shut and glared at Belle.
She did this as if it was all Belle’s fault when it wasn’t Belle who’d shot off to London and forced herself into James Bennett’s office and announced he’d gotten someone pregnant.
Belle returned her grandmother’s glare.
Gram’s eyes grew narrow, something which, when Belle was a child, would frighten the dickens out of her. Something which, when Belle was a pregnant thirty-five year old woman sorting through the mess Gram had made for her (well, kind of), Belle didn’t react to at all.
Gram let out an annoyed sigh and looked away just as Joy re-entered the room.
“Tea, cakes, sandwiches, everything, coming right up,” Joy announced and at the very thought of food, Belle felt bile slide up her throat.
She put her hand to her chest and swallowed. She felt her mother’s eyes move to her in question and Belle spared her a glance and gave her a short shake of the head.
When she looked away from Rachel, her eyes slid past James then came jerking back when she saw his gaze was narrowed on her hand at her chest.
She dropped it and looked away.
“All right,” Joy clapped happily as she sat down. “Let’s talk baby. Belle, darling, are you taking vitamins?”
She was, however most of them ended up in the toilet.
She didn’t tell Joy this. She just smiled and said, “Yes. Everything, so far, is healthy and happy.”
“Except those headaches you get,” Mom put in.
“And the morning sickness,” Gram added.
“Oh dear, are you getting headaches and nausea?” Joy asked with concern.
“It’s not that bad,” Belle assured her on a total lie.
She was going to hell with a number of black marks on her soul, she just knew it. And most of them could be attributed to her behaviour around the Bennett family.
“Who’s your doctor?” James asked suddenly and Belle’s eyes went to his shoulder.
“Dr. Flanagan. She’s an obstetrician in Penzance.”
“I’ll want to check her credentials,” James declared and Belle felt extreme irritation but she bit it back.
“Of course,” she murmured and heard her grandmother emit an angry noise but Belle gave Lila a look and Lila bit her tongue.
“Where are you planning the delivery?” James asked and Belle looked back at his shoulder.
“I haven’t gotten that far yet,” she told his shoulder.
“Belle,” he called even though he obviously had her attention.
She kept staring at his shoulder. “What?”
“Look at me,” he demanded, no warmth or amusement in his tone as he called her on not meeting his eyes and her body jolted unpleasantly as her gaze jerked to his and, once he held her eyes, he declared, “You’ll have our child in theatre.”
“Dr. Flanagan is going to refer me to a midwife,” Belle told him, with effort keeping her eyes locked on his.
“You’ll deliver with qualified doctors present,” he replied.
“But –”Belle started.
“This isn’t up for discussion,” James stated and Belle heard her mother make a small, surprised squeak as her grandmother made a not so small, annoyed grunt.
Joy, however, said quietly, “Jack –”
But James ignored his mother, his eyes holding Belle’s, he decreed, “You’ll move into The Point within the month.”
Belle’s heart stopped beating at the same time her mouth dropped open.
“Now, see here –” Gram began, coming out of her seat but James’s eyes cut to her.
“Sit down, Lila,” he ordered and Gram sputtered in nonverbal outrage but James ignored her too and his gaze came back to Belle. “If you want your mother and grandmother here, that’s fine. But you’re moving in at your earliest convenience but within the month.”
Belle felt the nausea roiling in her belly and she wasn’t certain it had to do with All Freaking Day Long Sickness.
“I can’t move in here,” she whispered.