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The Right Life	By : PiratesWench Category: S through Z > Secret Window Views: 2030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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By two o�clock the house was
decorated, the food was ready, and the guests were arriving. Karen, Steven, and Mort practically sat on
top of Alex to keep her from doing any work.
Was she really intent on going against both the doctor and Mort�s
wishes? Well, no, but she found that
every time she wanted to help, and couldn�t, Mort gave her a generous dose of
affection.

Ed and
Sarah Leidy were the first to arrive on that beautiful Sunday afternoon. Mort opened the front door and had the
pleasure of being greeted by two genuine smiles. He was hugged by each of them before a frantic scuttling of feet
was heard.

�Gamma!�
Julia squealed, running to Sarah.

�There�s
the birthday girl!� Sarah gushed. She
picked up her granddaughter and both she and Ed kissed her.

�And
where�s the mommy to be?� Ed asked Mort.

Mort
smiled. �Confined to the couch.�

�Good boy,�
Ed joked, patting his shoulder.
�Everyhin� all right? I mean,
things haven�t gotten her too stressed have they?�

�She�s
fine, just a little pouty about not being allowed to help.� Mort chuckled and leaned in closer to
Ed. �I have a feeling she�s using that
to her advantage though.� Ed laughed
and walked into the living room.

�Mort!�
Julia suddenly exclaimed.

Sarah
looked at Mort, confusion on her face.
�Mort?�

�Nah, I�m
Daddy,� he said proudly. �Mort�s the
big guy upstairs.� He looked at
Julia. �I�ll go get him, sweetheart.� Mort dashed up the stairs, then quickly
returned, the giant white teddy bear from last year�s party in his hands.

Julia
clapped her hands. �Mort!�

�Wasn�t his
name �Moo� the last time we were here?�

�It seems
to change weekly,� Mort said, his eyes sparkling. �She insisted that he come down for her party. Creative little thing, isn�t she?� Sarah smiled in agreement. The three made their way into the living
room where Ed was talking to Alex.

�Darlin�,
just look at you!� he said, smiling.
�You have that glow that you missed out on before.� He kissed her cheek. �I�m so happy for you, Alex. You know he is too.�

Alex
nodded, tears shining in her eyes. �A
kind of guardian angel for both of them right?�

�Absolutely,
darlin�.�

Mort didn�t
have to ask what they were talking about, he knew full well. Tristan was a topic that Mort encouraged,
not one he wanted to avoid. He had no
reason to feel uncomfortable about any of it.
Tristan�s parents adored him, as did his daughter. He was never compared to a ghost and he was never
accused of taking anyone�s place. He
was lucky and he knew it.

As more
guests arrived, Mort found himself feeling exhilarated. He loved having people over. The cheery atmosphere, the lively
conversation�it was something that he and Amy hardly ever partook in. She wasn�t the biggest fan of large gatherings�or
small ones really. She would rather
spend the day looking for antiques or, apparently, sneaking off with her
lover. Sure, that�s why she didn�t
like parties; there would have been someone there who knew� Mort laughed at the thought. Why?
Well, that kind of thinking used to rack his brain with jealousy and
disgust, but now it was simply humorous.

Alex made
it through the cake and presents, but then, as the party games started, she
finally admitted to herself that she needed to go upstairs for a while. Mort helped her into bed and kissed her
forehead.

�Are you
sure you�re all right?� he asked, his voice, as it was more often than not over
the past couple of weeks, flooded with concern.

�Just
tired,� Alex replied. �Come back up for
me in a half hour and I should be O.K.�

Mort
brushed his wife�s hair away from her face.
There were so many things that he could have said to her at that
moment. He had been thinking about
their life together more and more as her due date neared. He felt himself wanting to tell her
everything that he�d thought of, everything that he�d analyzed, but he wanted
her to rest far more right now. He knew
all too well that, at this stage of her pregnancy, Alex was terribly
uncomfortable and very much lacking in self-esteem at most times. He knew her so well and he understood what
she needed to hear. His voice a soft,
comforting whisper, he said, �You are the most beautiful woman I�ve ever seen,
baby.�

Through her
fatigue, Alex smiled. �You�re smooth,
Morton Rainey.� Her eyes closed and he
covered her with the chenille throw they kept at the foot of the bed. He found that he wanted nothing more at that
moment than to curl up next to Alex and go to sleep, but a house filled with
guests awaited him downstairs.

�Sweet
dreams, baby,� he said, caressing her face.

He stepped into the living room
just in time to see Julia try to put a donkey tail on Ed. Apparently, she felt she was ready for one
of the �big kid� games. Just as she was
about to stick the tail to Ed�s knee, Mort scooped her up and spun her around.

�Poppy�s not a donkey, sweetheart,�
he laughed.

Julia giggled, then asked, �Where
Mommy?�

�Mommy�s
taking a nap and�� Mort was interrupted
by the doorbell.

�I�ll get
it, Mort,� Karen said. �I thought
everyone was here.�

He
shrugged. �Me too.�

Karen made
her way to the foyer. Through the
beveled glass on either side of the front door, she could see a blonde woman
standing with her arms crossed over her chest.
She looked anxious. Karen opened
the door.

Not having
a clue as to who this woman was, she said, �Um, hi.� No, this wasn�t the warmest greeting, but what was she supposed
to say?

�I need to
speak with Morton Rainey,� the woman said, her voice shaking.

�And you
are?�

�Please.�

Karen was a
weary of this woman. �I need more than
just a �please�, ma�am. He has company
at the moment.�

�I�m sorry
for interrupting, but I really need to speak with him.�

�Then tell
me who you are.�

�He might
not want to come to the door,� the woman said honestly.

Karen�s
voice was cold now. �That�s not helping
you.�

The woman
lowered her head for a moment. When she
raised it, she said, �I�m Amy Rainey.�
Her voice was soft. �I�m Mort�s
wi�ex-wife.�

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Author�s Note: Many of you guessed correctly.
Here�s a cookie! :-)
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