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Chapter 8 – Shayna Bagley
We first met Shayna in Willow Creek. Elaine Joy adopted her when a meteor strike in Riverview killed her grandparents. Shayna had been living with them because her mother was in jail. Where – or who – her father was, no one knew. Although Shayna missed Elaine and certainly hadn't wanted anyone to die of the plague – or anything, really – she wasn't unhappy with her current situation. She wasn't “that girl whose family was killed by a meteor” any more; they were all survivors of the plague together.
There were only two things she wanted – a boyfriend, and enough money to buy a bookcase.
Armando Boyle had been a customer at her bakery and was lavish in his praise of her cooking. Shayna invited him to come upstairs with her one evening.
They started flirting...
...and progressed to trying for baby.
Shayna was delighted when she found out she was pregnant...
Armando – not so much.
The next morning, Shayna went downstairs and made some more cupcakes. She still wasn't skilled enough to make bagels – a fact that at least one of her customers pointed out every day. And the cupcakes weren't selling well – they barely paid for the ingredients to make them, let alone the cost of cleaning the machine.
Later on, while she was eating breakfast, Shayna remembered an important fact: when she had a child, she would have to build a house on her lot and live there. Plus, she'd have to buy a bassinet for the baby, and who knows what else.
She called Armando later on in the day and explained the situation to him. “Babe, you do know I've got the noncommital trait, don't you?” he said.
“You wouldn't have to marry me,” said Shayna. “Just move in for a while. And you could move out any time you wanted.”
“Well, when you put it that way...” said Armando.
The next morning was spent in a wonderful whirl of shopping. The first thing Shayna bought was a bassinet for the baby. She also had a bookcase and some books on her list.
After a few hours, Shayna was hungry, so they stopped at her cafe to get something to eat. Armando introduced himself to the customers, while Shayna chatted with Cassandra.
“He's not bad looking," Cassandra commented. "What's he like?”
“Well, he's a glutton, so he doesn't mind if I burn a meal or two,” Shayna began.
“Shayna, you're a great cook,” said Cassandra. “Don't put yourself down. What are his other traits?”
“We-ell, he's kind of noncommittal,” Shayna admitted. “And a little bit lazy.”
Cassandra shook her head. “That doesn't sound like a great combination,” she said. “Does he have a job?”
“Um, no, but he's willing to help out with the store,” said Shayna. “He cleaned up the counter this morning.”
“I'm glad to hear it,” said Cassandra. “I just hope he's not marrying you for your money.”
“Actually, we're not getting married,” said Shayna. “And, if you must know, he's putting up the money for me to build our house.”
After lunch, Shayna and Armando went to Olivia's to get some new clothes. They both agreed that what the male mannequin was wearing didn't really suit Armando. "Actually, I like the shirt," he said, "but the shoes just aren't my kind of style."
But Shayna looked cute in the dress on the mannequin, even if she did look like she was carrying a watermelon.
Armando was tired, so he went home, while Shayna went to Benson's store to get plumbing and see if he could find a bed. She ran into Alexander Goth, who congratulated her on being pregnant. “Hello, nooboo!” he greeted the baby, but Shayna noticed that his eyes were sad.
Armando was sleeping in a straight-back chair when she got home.
Shayna managed to get the air mattress set up, then shouted “Surprise!” in his ear.
Armando was furious. “Don't ever wake me up like that again,” he hissed. “Don't you know I hate being waked up? I was having this great dream and you ruined it.”
“But you looked so uncomfortable,” Shayna protested. “And I got us a bed. And I thought you might like to...” her lower lip quivered.
“Oh, don't cry,” Armando muttered crossly. “Go fix us some food or something. There's nothing to eat here.”
Shayna shed a few tears while she fixed their baked potatoes. A little while later, when she went into labor, she was careful not to make any noise and wake Armando up.
But as soon as the baby was born, Shayna forgot her problems and was lost in wonder. She decided to name her Elaine – Elaine Bagley.
And Armando, she was glad to see, was charmed by his daughter as well.
Shayna spent her time at home taking care of the garden when she wasn't taking care of Elaine.
Armando either slept, or read one of Shayna's books, or grumbled because Stacy at
Steampunk didn't know when she'd be able to have a television for sale.
It was actually a relief to Shayna when Elaine became old enough for her to get back to the store. She inherited the active trait and her red hair from her mother, her blue eyes from her dad.
Things were a bit hectic at the store when Shayna returned.
“But everything's going great,” she told Alexander, when she finished repairing the toilet. “Elaine can't come here during school hours, and of course, we couldn't leave her at home alone, so Armando's looking after her.”
“Great!” said Alexander. “We were all a bit worried when no one came to open the store, but I can see that with a baby you might have had your hands full.”
He didn't say it, but Shayna could tell what he was thinking – why hadn't Armando come to open the store? Well, she wasn't going to let that worry her. Her biggest concern now – besides running her bakery – was making sure that Elaine had the best childhood ever.