Accidentally Perfect (3 page)

“Yes.”  I push him off of me and get my phone. 
“Hello, mother.”

“Laney, where on God’s green earth have you been?” 

Why is it that no matter how old I get, my mother can always make me feel like a child by just saying one sentence.  It doesn’t matter what it is.  It can be what she just said, or something as simple as asking me if I am going out in public in a certain outfit. 

“I’m not in town, mom.”  I am looking at
Nathan, who is currently putting his fine ass back into the jeans I am assuming he was in last night.

“I know you are not in town, my question is not referring to your location my question is referring to the fact that I have been calling you non-stop for the past several hours.”

“What do you need mother
?”   Nathan is now standing at the foot of the bed, hands in his pockets and purposely, and I know it’s purposely flexing his bare chest trying to distract me from my mother.

“Brad and the girls have been in an accident, Laney.” This is the moment when my heart gives out; it’s no longer in my chest.  It’s no longer
beating,
or maybe it was beating too fast. I can’t really tell right now.  Instant tears spring to my eyes and Nathan is instantly next to me pulling me into his lap cradling
me like I should be cradling my girls.
My God. My girls.
 
“
For Christ sake Laney, did you hear me?  Brad and the girls have been in an accident.  You need to come home. 
Now!”

“Wh, what happened?”

“They were hit by a drunk driver.  Amanda is fine, a few bumps and bruises, but Addie is in surgery right now.  Her right leg is
smashed,
and they are trying to pin it back together. I don’t know the details.  I just know that your girls need
you,
and you are nowhere around.  Oh God Laney, where are you?”

“Why didn’t Brad call me mother,
why didn’t he call me
?”  I am no longer holding it together.  I crawl from Nathan’s lap totally unaware that I am currently naked running around trying to gather my clothes so I can get to the airport to catch the next flight out.  I don’t even
realized
that I’m not even in my own hotel room.  I have no idea where I am.  How could I be so stupid and so selfish? I am a mother goddamn it, and here I am acting like the child my mother thinks I am while my girls are suffering.

“He didn’t call you because he is a concerned parent and the only things he’s thinking about are those girls. I suggest you hurry your ass home.”
Click.

Her world seems to be falling apart as I watch her hysterically running around the suite crying and trying to find her clothes.  My heart aches for
her, and I’m not even sure what is
going on.  My first thought is Brad; who the fuck is Brad?  Is he a brother? 
A cousin?
   I pray to God he isn’t a boyfriend because she is my wife, and my wife cannot have a boyfriend.  “Laney Bear, what’s going on?”  I walk to her so I can touch her.  I need to let her know that I’m here, that she is not alone.  “What did your mother want?”  She stops and faces me.  Her dress is now pulled over her body coveri
ng her braless breasts and pantyless
ass, I know this not because I just watched her dress, but because I ripped those puppies right off her body the night before. 

Her eyes are watery pools of chocolate.  “My girls have been in a car accident with their father.”

“You have children?”  Why did she not mention this last
night?
 
Wait did she mention it last night, I would have remembered
that. That is a huge fact.  I knew about that
asswipe
Michael, but nothing else.  She didn’t tell me anything; why didn’t she tell me anything else? She has kids, and they have a father.  That’s when it hits me, I told her I didn’t want to talk about anything else but the two of us for the rest of the night.  That’s why I didn’t know.

“Yeah, twin
girls.  Surprise, Daddy.”  The last part was a whisper.

Holy crap, I have step-daughters.  Not only do I have a wife, I have girls.  I have a fucking family.  In less than twenty-four
hours, my life became complete, and I was going to make sure it stays that way.

“Okay, let’s get you back home to the girls.  Let me make some calls.”

“What?”

“What do you mean what?  We need to get back to New York we need to get to our girls.  I need to make some calls.”

“Nathan, wait.  I need to get back to New York.  I need to get back to my girls.  You don’t need to do anything.” 

“You are my wife.”

“Nathan.”

“No, you are my wife and your children are my children.  I could give a rat’s ass that I have never met them…That up until about thirty seconds ago I didn’t even know they existed, but they are part of you.  You are my
wife;
they are my girls.  Now let’s get home.” That was all the convincing that it took.  If I wasn’t sure of us before, I am now.  She didn’t have much of an argument because she knew I was right.

“Okay, I have to call Stell and tell her what’s going on.”

While she calls Stella, I make the phone calls to get the jet ready,
and the flight plan logged in so we can get off the ground as soon as we step foot on the plane.  Hopefully with the
weather and the air traffic we will be able to get up in the air and land in about three in a half hours
.  “What hospital are they at, baby?”  I need to make sure my driver back home is aware of where we need to go because I don’t want to waste the time with incidentals when Laney needs to get to her girls,
our girls.
 

“Oh my god, I never asked my mother.  I have no idea where they are.”  Panic starts to make its presence on her face.  

“Give me your phone and I’ll call your mother.”

“Are you freaking crazy?  There is no way that you are calling her.  She will have my head when she finds out what I’ve done.”

“Why? You are a grown woman, aren’t you?  Are you married to the girls’ father?”

“No.”

“Then we have done nothing wrong,
and there is no way in hell that I am going to allow anyone, your mother or not, tell you different.  You are my wife.  Now give me your phone.  I don’t need her getting you
any more upset.”

“No, I’ll call, please.”  If that’s what Laney wants, that’s what I’ll give her.  I conceded and let her make the phone call.  I have a feeling
her mother and I are going to have a few battles ahead of us, too bad for the monster in law; I never lose.

While Laney is on the phone with her mother, I call downstairs to have a sweat suit, along with other items brought up from one of the stores in the lobby.  I hope she doesn’t mind
Prada
because that is what she’s getting.  There is no way I am going to allow her to fly home in that dress and those fuck me heels.  The concierge is up in record time, handing me over a few bags when she comes up behind me.  “They are at New York-Presbyterian.” 

“Okay, here, get dressed.  There should be a sweat suit, shirt, shoes, hair brush, and toothbrush.  They were supposed to include a bra and panties as well.  I hope everything fits.”

“Thank you, Nathan.”

“Anything for you, Laney.
  Now get, so we can get out of here.” 

“Well, aren’t you going to clean up or anything?”

“Troy is packing up my room at the other hotel.  He will take everything of mine back to New York with him and Stella when they leave on the next flight out.  I have a change clothes and everything else that I may need on the plane.”

“Wait, the plane?”

“Yes, the plane, my plane, our plane, it’s fueled and waiting for us at the airport, so get a move on it, baby.”

This cannot be happening.  I cannot believe that my girls have been hurt and most of all; I’m not there.  The only silver lining in this entire nightmare is Nathan.  Hell, how am I going to explain all this to my mother?  Wait, maybe I don’t have to.  We can always get it taken care of without her ever knowing.  Or we can just stay
married,
and I never have to tell her.  Is it really any of her business?  I’m not a
child;
I'm a grown ass woman who just happened to get overly drunk my first night ever in Vegas and got married.  I know that I’m not the first, and I know that I won’t be the last.  Hell, didn’t Britney get married and then like 2.5 hours later get it annulled.  Do I want to get it annulled?  Do I want to make it as though it never happened?  What the hell am I going to tell my mother?  “Hey, sweet girl what are you thinking?”

“What am I thinking?”  Nate squeezes me while I’m lying on this chest.  We are stretched out on the couch that runs the length of one side of his plane, jet, or whatever he calls it.  “I'm just trying to decide what I’m going to tell my mother.”

“Baby, what does it matter what you tell her or what she has to say about anything that you do with your life?”

“You don’t understand.”

“Please don’t assume I don’t understand how difficult parents can be. 
Especially since you don’t even know anything about my father.
  Why don’t you just fill me in on your
mother.
”   

“It’s not just your father that I don’t know anything about, is it Nate?”

“We’ll get there
sweet girl, just give it time.  I have faith in us.”  I look up at him.  He is such a good looking man. His honey green eyes search my
face,
and I know what he’s thinking.  So, without any regret I lean into him and brush my lips
against
his.  He swipes my lips with his
tongue,
and I don’t even hesitate to allow him entrance.  His kisses warm my entire body. It wouldn't even matter if I were standing in the depths of
hell,
I would still want to feel the warmth of his kisses.   “Stop distracting me, baby and tell me your story.”

“Okay.”  I sit
back,
and I begin to tell him my story.  “My father came from a long line of cattlemen down in Oklahoma.  His name was Lane Jacobs.  I’m named after him.  Even before I was thought of, my mother had stars in her eyes.  She wanted a bigger
life; she wanted something fast-paced,
and Oklahoma just wasn’t it for her.  My grandmother named her Vivian for Christ sake, how can a farm girl or a rancher’s wife be named Vivian anyway.  My father was in love with my mother. She was full of life, a life that was meant to be lived elsewhere.  She talked my father into leaving Oklahoma and move to New York.  My father did.  He left the cattle business and his entire family to move to the Big Apple. 

They had my father’s family money to live on.  My mother didn’t come from
anything;
her family was just normal middle class living from paycheck to paycheck. My father didn’t care for the big city life, but my mother fell in love.  She loved the lights and the people walking about at all hours.  My father traveled back and forth between New York and Oklahoma making sure everything was taken care of on the ranch.  My grandfather passed when I was just a little girl and left everything to my father.  He got his uncles and cousins to help out when he came home to me and my mother.  This went on for years.  It seemed that my mother enjoyed the time that my father was gone more than when he was home.  He spent most of the time when he was home with me, doing father-daughter things.  My mother never wanted to get involved.  She was too busy getting our name out there.  Letting them know that the Jacobs name meant
something; that we had money
and thick roots in Oklahoma.  New Yorkers didn’t care about that.