"Nothing that I know of, why?" Porter Webb asked her son.
"I need for you to get on the family jet, with AJ Chegwidden, and meet me in Las Vegas, ether tomorrow night or Saturday morning."
"Las Vegas? Clayton, there are better places to go if you want to gamble."
Clay laughed at his Mother's response to the location. "I'm not going there to gamble, Mother. I'm going there to marry Sarah Mackenzie…Mother? Mother?" Silence greeted him for several moments.
"Married?" whispered his mother through her tears. Porter had never thought she would see the day he would get married. After his breakup with Sarah eight months ago he had gone through several women and seemed as restless as ever.
"Yes, Mother, married. Will you come and be there with us?"
"Of course, Clayton. What kind of mother do you think I am?"
"A terrific one. There is one more thing that you need to know. Sarah's pregnant." Once again Clay was treated to silence.
"Pregnant? I'm going to be a grandmother? I think I need to sit down."
"Mother!" Clay had not thought about what this announcement would do to his mother.
"I'm fine, Clayton I just needed to sit down. How far along is she?"
"About eight months."
"You've known all this time and didn't tell me?"
"No, Mother. I just found out today. I am not the baby's biological father, but I am its 'daddy'. I love Sarah and I drove her from me into the arms of another man. Thank god he didn't want them, because I do. I love her, Mother, and the child she's carrying. He will be a Webb, and no one has to know any differently."
As Porter sat listening to her son, she could hear the love and conviction in his voice. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Clayton loved Sarah, and in his mind, this child was his. "Clayton, if you're sure about this, then so am I. The child she's carrying is yours, and no one will ever hear differently from me."
"Thank you, Mother. I love you."
"I love you too, Clayton." His mother had a good insight into the boy she had raised into a man. Today he reminded her so much of Neville and she was so proud.
"I will call you back a little later with more details, Mother. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Son."
Clay couldn't remember the last time she had called him son, but it felt good to hear. Hanging up, he made several more calls, before calling both AJ and his Mother back. When he finished, he headed back to bed with Sarah for a few hours sleep. As he crawled in next to her, he stopped to thank the gods for Sarah, and this opportunity to start again. This time he wouldn't blow it.
"Wake up, sleepyhead. We've got to get moving if we are going to make it to Vegas by tomorrow night." Sarah rolled over and buried her head under her pillow. Clay laughed at this, and began tickling her. He knew just how much she hated being tickled, and knew that it would get a response out of her.
"Clayton Webb, are you trying to make me wet the bed? Because if you are, you're doing a fine job of it."
This was not the response he was expecting, and he fell off the other side of the bed, from laughing hysterically. Sarah's head popped over the side to look at him, as she watched the man she loved try to get a grip on himself.
"No, love, that's not what I was trying to do, but if it will make you get out of that bed, then I guess it'll have to do." Clay fell back on the floor in another fit of laughter.
Sarah rolled over and crawled out of bed. She headed for the bathroom. There, she took a cup, and filled it full of cold water, she then proceeded to march back into the bedroom and pour the water over the head of her fiancé.
"Hey what was that for?" screamed Clay coming up sputtering.
To be continued…