It’s so easy to pretend that I’m not pregnant. Are you okay in there, little one? Did that diet hurt you? Tomorrow I’m going to go see the doctors just to make sure everything is okay. I don’t think that can affect him genetically, but I’ll do the test if the doctors think it’s important.
Everything is just fine.
There’s nothing to worry about.
Well, except for going to the principal’s office. The only time I saw the headmaster in boarding school was when he introduced himself to me and said what an honor it was to have me in school.
Basically, he was thrilled to have my money and the building my family was sure to donate while I attended.
Will this one be the same?
Do public schools even accept donations?
“Mrs. Hestons, what can I do for you?” The principal’s office is nothing like the headmaster’s. But the man has the same sour look as my headmaster. “Do you have a child in our school? Your name doesn’t sound familiar to me.”
“No.”
“Then why are you in my office?”
“One of my neighbors is a student here. He mentioned that you don’t have any dances except for prom—”
“Which student is that?”
Should I tell him? Creed doesn’t seem to have any issues with shyness. “Creed—”
The principal holds up a finger and touches his intercom. “Please call Creed to the office.” Then he turns back to me. “What exactly do you want to do?”
“I want to see what I can do to help bring back dances for the kids.”
The principal leans back in his pleather chair and stares at me with a mixture of skepticism and interest. He probably thinks I’m crazy. Who cares about kids having dances when they don’t have any children of their own?
The key word is ‘yet’. My son might want to go to dances just as much as Creed.
Probably not.
Darrel wasn’t really one for them.
This is all about getting Creed what he wants.
We both sit there assessing each other in silence until Creed arrives.
“Do you know this woman?” the principal asks.
“Sure do. Hey, Greer. She’s a close friend of my father’s.” Creed sprawls out in the chair like only a comfortable man—or in this case, boy—can do.
I wouldn’t quite describe us like that. Maybe more like barely friends who sort of kissed once. It was an amazing kiss. The best kiss. If I’d kissed Havoc before Darrel…Don’t think about things like that. You can’t change the past.
The principal’s attitude changes. “Oh. I didn’t know that. If she had come with your father—”
“Dad had stuff to do, but he plans on visiting you himself as well.”
“There’s no need for that. I’m sure we can fix whatever concerns you might have.”
“I want you to reinstitute school dances.”
The principal’s eyes bug out. “That is one request I can’t acquiesce to, as much as I wish I could. We’ve simply been priced out of them. The prices that we can charge for tickets so that all the students can attend would price out most students.”
“Even if we do all the decorating ourselves? We could do a school fundraiser.” Creed makes some very reasonable suggestions.
