The story so far:
Duncan Clarke sat at Savannah's table, wolfing down the food she had on the table. She was surprised when he called an hour ago and said he needed to speak with her. She was assuming that she wanted to know about his account, since she had been fired. She'd been up that morning, making breakfast for the boys and skimming through the classifieds. She hadn't realized how much she missed having breakfast with them until she listened to them play over their food.
"Savannah, I must say, these are some great pancakes. There is something different in the taste."
"I use eggs in the batter." She smiled. She'd always gotten compliments on how golden brown her pancakes were.
"Eggs, in the batter." He looked up as if he had just been told the secret of life. "Your mom can cook, can't she Jake?"
"Uh huh." Jake exclaimed excitedly. He was chewing on a piece of bacon. Nicholas was managing his own slice of bacon.
"Well," Duncan started, as he wiped his mouth with his napkin. "Now that I have had some good breakfast, let's get to a couple of things. How are things going with my nephew?"
Savannah chopped up the eggs on Nicholas' plate. "I'm not sure. I went to see him, but as of right now I can't say."
"Well, if I may say something. I do believe wrong is wrong. I also believe that he's sorry. But of course, you take your time."
Savannah nodded and helped Nicholas balance his eggs on his little plastic fork. "Okay. I will."
"The other reason I came by, how is your job search going?"
Savannah sighed. "What can I tell you? Everything is either long days or long nights. Or not enough money. Besides, I like being home at a certain hour to make sure that my boys are taken care of."
"I agree. I was fortunate enough to have my mother home when I got home from school and because of that, she was able to teach me all the substantial things I needed to know." He paused and wiped his mouth again. "What if you come work for me?"
"What?" Savannah stopped in the middle of wiping Jake's face and stared at Duncan. "You're offering me a job?"
"Sure, why not. I've seen the things you can do for a business. I could hire you as my public relations person. I believe you would do well."
"But I didn't go to school for that specifically. I mean, I took some classes because it's related to my degree, but..."
"But what? So, you'll take a few more classes. And I'll make sure that you have all the resources you need. Daycare. And when you're in school, you don't have to work. I don't have a publicist now, so it's not like we'll be missing something. We both stand to gain here. And besides, I can work on you about giving my nephew another shot."
Savannah smiled thoughtfully. It would be a great change, considering that she had no job. Duncan seemed a lot less of a creep than Dean was. And to be working in public relations. She's never thought she would be able to carry on the duties that that job required, but here was this man who was ready to hire her. She was ecstatic. "Okay. Okay. I'll do it."
Duncan grinned and stood up from the table. "Great." He paused. "I think you should know that Sandra went back to LA. She says she going to sue for custody to get Izzy back. Dwight's pretty much a wreck over it and then to lose you, I think he'll be going crazy pretty soon."
Savannah waved goodbye to Duncan Clarke and washed and dressed her boys. She let them play outside in the backyard as she watched them play. Jake had offered to rake the leaves with his little toy rake and she had to keep yelling for Nicholas to stop trying to eat the leaves. She thought about Dwight and what his uncle had said. So Sandra was leaving. She didn't feel bad. No. She did. But she couldn't let herself feel bad because then she would forget all about the things he did and take him back.
But she missed him. She missed the things they shared. She missed knowing he was only a phone call away. And what man was perfect. At least he hadn't slept with her. But maybe he wanted to and just hadn't got around to it yet. What if she hadn't shown up there and saw them together. Would he have slept with her soon after? She clutched her head as a small headache began to form. As she rubbed her temples she heard her boys suddenly erupt into laughter. Believing that they had turned their attention to jumping in the leaves, she looked up smiling and she locked eyes with Dwight. She saw Jake and Nicholas chasing a very hyper Izzy around the yard. She stood up.
"I know I should have called, but I needed to see you." He exclaimed stepping a little closer to her.
Savannah stepped back and was about to tell him to leave when she remembered what Duncan had told her about Sandra. "No." She stood up quickly. "It's okay."
"I've been thinking about you. A lot. I still can't believe that I was ever that stupid." He walked over and gestured for her to sit back down. "I just thought over and over how I almost became the same man that you were running from. All I can say is that I'm sorry and I need to be able to make it up to you. You and your boys have just been great for me and Izzy. Izzy has really enjoyed being around your sons. That's all she can talk about." He nodded his head towards their children. Savannah slowly turned and watched the three of them play.
"You have to understand, Dwight, that I do love you. I meant that. But I need to be able to trust you. That was something that I lost with Mike and our relationship was never the same. I'm not comparing you to him because you are a must better man than he was." She sighed. "I just need to know if you are serious about us. Really, really serious."
Savannah watched as Dwight's face morphed through several different emotions. She swore he looked nervous and watched as he rubbed his hands together. "Izzy! Come here!" He called to his daughter.
Savannah was confused. But then she figured that he'd seen her do something. Savannah had that gift as well. She was able to detect when her boys did something and she caught them, to everyone else's surprise.
"Hi Ms. Savannah." She smiled. Savananah noticed her deep dimples. Dwight reached in his daughter's pocket and because his hands were so big, Savannah could not see what it was. Savannah watched Izzy skip away and wondered why she was smiling so hard.
"I know I can sit here and tell you just how serious I am. But I'd rather show you." Dwight opened his hand an revealed a two carat diamond ring, flanked on either side by two smaller diamonds.
"Dwight," Savannah replied breathlessly. She noticed Dwight's hand shaking as he lowered himself down onto his knee.
"I know it's seems like it's too soon. But I love you. I almost lost you before and I can't..." he paused. "Will you marry me?"
Savannah sighed and lowered her head. Grabbing his hands, she kissed them. "I'm flattered that you would ask me to marry you. But I wonder if you would have asked this soon if I had not caught you with Sandra. I don't want to to spend my life wondering about that. I love you. And I care about you, but I have to be sure of why you do the things you do. And besides, I have a lot to work on. For myself and my children."
Dwight looked at her. Savannah could see the pain in his eyes, but she fought hard not to give in. SHe had been so ready to marry Mike when he asked that she overlooked some of the most important hints into who he really was. Because of that, she suffered. She squeezed his hand until he stood up. SHe stood up with him.
"I respect that. But I'm not going anywhere. I'll prove to you that I mean it.." He kissed her cheeks and called out to Isabella, who started whining when she found out she had to go home. Savannah watched him walk out of her backyard and then she called her own boys in for lunch.
"I like Izzy, Mommy." Jake declared loudly, as he chewed vigorously on the grilled cheese sandwich.
"I like her too. She is a sweet girl." Savannah balanced Nicholas on her lap as she administered his medicine. He flinched when he first felt it go in, but then he relaxed as he focused on eating his grilled cheese sandwich.
"IS she coming to live with us? She told Nicky that she was going to be our sister. Is she mommy? Is she?" Jake repeated happily. "Is she coming to live with us?"
"Well, that's a hard question. But she can come play sometimes if you want."
"OKay." Her answer seemed to bring down his spirits. But what was she supposed to tell him? She couldn't marry Dwight. Not while things were like this. She refused to be with another Mike if she could help it. Gathering their dishes together, she washed them up, told them a bed time story and tucked them in for the night.
Savannah crawled into her bed and fell against the pillow. She inhaled and exhaled heavily as she tried to gain control of her emotions. What was going on? At first, she was alone raising her boys and then Dwight shows up, Dean becomes blatant about his intentions and Mike tries to get back in the picture. She sighed. Men were all the same, she realized. You just had some that were better men than others. Dwight was a better man than Mike, but he was still a man, based on the situation with Sandra. She wanted to say yes. She'd wanted to let go of everything she was holding on to and accept his propose. It was even the kind of proposal she wanted; simple and earnest, yet so profound.
Savannah reached inside her nightstand and pulled out her calendar. She had an appointment with Dr. Scott in a few days. She would make sure she went. Even though the idea of her being doped up scared her tremendously, she wanted to trust that he would only do what was in her best interest. Perhaps if she got some help, she would be able to deal with whatever surpressed emotions she had. She wanted to love. But not like this. Savannah turned off her lamp and fell into the pillows.