Chapter 27
"Oh god, dad was wrong, this was not a good idea, I should never have told you!" Noel got to her feet and said, "Goodbye Georgie."
"Wait, Noel, lets talk. Please don't run off. Let me explain, please," begged George.
"Back off and leave her alone, Webb," warned Jerry. "I think you've done enough.
Blocking the door Clay asked, "What is this with you Chegwidden's wanting to break our noses? Violent bunch aren't you."
"We can be especially in a circumstance like this! Your son just got my sister pregnant. Now get your ass out of my way or I'll break your nose too," ordered Jerry.
Running to the window George yelled down, "Please, Noel I'm sorry. Come back and let's talk."
"Call me if you remember how it happened Georgie!" she called back as she got into her car and drove home.
"Noel, please." George whispered leaning his head on the window. What had he done and when?
"George, what was that all about? Did you really get Noel pregnant?" demanded Clay.
"Yes, Dad, but I was intoxicated and can't remember," replied George ashamed. "I'm sure that's when it happened."
"If you don't know when it happened, then how do you know it's yours?" asked Clay.
"Damn it, Dad, because she said it was mine, and Noel doesn't lie," George replied on his way to the bathroom to wash his face.
Walking back through the broken door he found Becky in the hallway, "Well I was wrong, things did get worse. Noel Chegwidden is carrying our grandchild, but George doesn't remember how he did it."
"Oh dear," she gasped. Going over to her son she looked him in the eye, "What are you going to do about this, George?"
"Mom, I wish I knew. She won't talk to me until I remember what...how it happened," he said upset. "I was dating Trisha mostly. I think it happened when Trish broke up with me and Noel and I went out and I ended up drunk. I have had vague memories of Noel and I making love since them, but figured that was just because I was drunk. How could I have done that to her? Did I hurt her Mom? Do I have it in me to have forced her?"
"Oh I don't think so, George, she didn't look angry when she was here. She looked like she loves you in fact. Oh baby, if she is then your not remembering will hurt her even more. How do you feel about her?"
"Well, Trisha was for fun and you know, but Noel I have known all my life. She's beautiful, intelligent fun to be with and special. I think I could love her if she'd give me half a chance."
"Rabb's daughter, have you been checks for STD's son? How long has this been going on and why didn't someone tell me?" asked Clay his face beet red. "Becky, I have a terrible headache, could you get me some aspirin. Why did we have children?"
"Well, you couldn't keep your hands off of me, if I remember right!" she teased him. "Like father like son it seems. Georgie, if you really care for her and you should be sure you do, but you had better go and talk to her!"
"Mom, don't you think I'd be out that door right now if I thought it would do me any good. She told me she didn't want to talk to me until I remembered that night. How do I do that?"
"George, you hurt her by asking who the father was, she needs to hear you admit that it was you. Go to her and try, she deserves that, she's carrying your child."
"Mom, Jerry has already broken my nose, what do you think Mr. Chegwidden will do to me?" he ask with fear in his eyes.
"I can tell you son! Be careful of his guns he has locked up around the house. You made one of his precious daughters pregnant and then insulted her. My guess is that your dead meat," responded Clay.
"Thanks, Dad, I feel ever so much better about going over there now and talking to Noel. Now I only have to worry about her brothers and her father killing me," snapped George. "If I'm not back or haven't called within the next two hours then call the morgue, Mom."
"George, I know Kara well, you let her know you honor her daughter, and she won't let the men near you. That woman is tough as nails, and I am sure her daughter is just as special! Make me proud of you, son." she hugged him as he left the house.
To be continued…..
