Protecting The Single Mom. Catherine Lanigan

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      Gina laughed. “He’ll have to stand in line. That baby has got half the town wrapped around his tiny fingers.”

      “You can say that again.” Sam smiled, pulling Gina closer to him and giving her a look that was so loving and intimate, Cate nearly winced. No one had ever looked at her like that.

      She knew she’d never give anyone the chance to, either.

      Sarah dried her hands. “Let me give you some cookies to take home. Luke will go nuts if I keep all this sugar in the house.”

      “Thank you, Sarah. That’s so kind. Assure Luke that I’ll dole them out carefully. No sugar overload at my house.”

      Sarah placed six oatmeal-and-raisin cookies inside a plastic container and snapped the lid shut. “Actually, they’re fairly healthy. I made them myself.”

      Cate went to the living room and hugged her friends one by one.

      Mrs. Beabots tugged on Cate’s hand and whispered, “Anytime you want to bring Danny over, I wouldn’t mind watching him. He’s such a good boy.”

      “What a nice thing to say, Mrs. Beabots. I’ll do that.”

      “See that you do,” Mrs. Beabots replied. “Being around the little ones keeps me young.”

      Cate squeezed her hand and went to get her purse. Though she and Danny were the first ones to leave, she noticed that others were starting to say their goodnights, as well.

      Cate buckled Danny in and reversed out of the drive.

      Her house was on the west side of Indian Lake, though not on the lake itself. They were close enough so that she and Danny could walk to the beach, but she didn’t have the sky-high property taxes.

      The 1930s Craftsman-style bungalow was Cate’s third house in town. The same week that she’d landed her first real-estate commission, she bought her first house. It had been a matchbox, but she didn’t care. It had been a start, and they hadn’t needed much since Danny was a baby then. She’d traded up until she’d finally bought this house. It was sturdy, in a good neighborhood and shouted respectability. The house was the antithesis of what Cate felt in her soul.

      She would do everything in her power to make certain her son had a good life. A happy home, security and friends.

      So far, Cate had provided all that.

      But Danny was getting older and asking a lot of questions. Ones that she couldn’t answer or didn’t dare to.

      As was her custom, she parked in the detached garage. Waiting until the automatic garage door lowered, they got out of the car. She locked it and they exited the garage through the side door, which Cate also locked, double-checking the handle to make sure it was secure. They walked the short sidewalk and up the back steps. Cate unlocked the door and they entered the kitchen.

      She turned on the light, reengaged the lock and threw the inside bolt. Again, she tried the handle to make sure the door was tightly shut.

      “So, Mom. Can we talk about what I was talking about?” Danny asked as he took off his jacket.

      Cate glanced out the window. “What? I’m sorry, sweetheart. What did you ask?”

      “A baby brother? Remember? When can we get one?” Danny stood with his hands on his little hips, his face earnest and concerned.

      “Sweetie, in order to do that, I have to have a husband. And that could take a long time. Then he and I would have to decide if we want anyone besides you. Honestly, I’m very happy with the current arrangement.”

      Danny shook his head. “That’s not how it works.”

      “It’s not?” She couldn’t wait to hear his take on this one.

      “No. You go to the attorney’s office. I saw a sign for one on Main Street. You get the baby there.”

      “Who told you this?”

      “Jessica. She’s in my class. Her mom can’t have any more babies. So they went to the attorney. Now she’s got a sister. I don’t want a sister. I really want a brother. Can you tell the attorney that?”

      The laughter that threatened to explode from Cate was next to impossible to choke back, but she had to. Danny was so serious. This was a complication she hadn’t ever calculated. Cate knew Jessica Anderson’s parents. She’d sold them their house six months ago. She’d wondered why they’d wanted so much extra room. Now she knew.

      “Sweetie, I’m pretty sure that getting a baby like Jessica’s parents did would be very expensive. Right now I can’t afford a baby that way. Plus, I also believe because they had a mommy and a daddy, the adoption went fairly well for them.”

      “Hmm. Yeah. Jessica has a daddy.”

      “A father is an important ingredient for an adoption.”

      “But not for a family, right? Because we’re a family. Even if my daddy died. And he never got to see me.”

      Cate’s heart went out to her little boy. There was so much he was missing because he didn’t have a father. Sure, there were thousands of boys without a father, but she’d never planned to be a single mother. She’d wanted the dream. A knight in shining armor. Happily-ever-after. Still, she’d been granted the most perfect child a mother could ever want.

      Danny was her blessing. She’d take that.

      “Yes. He never got to see you, but I know he sees you from heaven. Don’t you think?”

      Danny smiled, as he always did when they talked about his father. “Yeah.”

      “Okay,” she said, kissing his cheek. “Time for your bath and pajamas. I’ll run the water. You pick out a book for me to read to you.”

      “Okay!” Danny rushed off to his bedroom as Cate went to the bathroom.

      She turned on the water, testing the temperature. She could feel fingers of gloom pulling at her. She always felt this way when Danny mentioned his father.

      Brad Kramer could be dead. Should be dead if there was justice in the world, but she didn’t know for certain. She didn’t want to know.

      “Mom! I found my raptor! He was under my pillow all this time!” Danny raced to the bathroom stark naked and jumped in the tub before she had a chance to slow him down.

      Using a plastic tumbler, Cate doused his thick dark hair and built a foamy lather with tearless shampoo. Danny pretended his dinosaur was diving into the sea while she scrubbed his back, arms and legs. She rinsed his hair and took a towel from the wicker stand.

      Danny hummed one of the songs he’d learned at school while she dried his hair and helped him into his pajamas. He was the sweetest thing, and it took a great deal of self-control to keep her kisses to less than a dozen every night.

      He raced to his bedroom and scrambled between the covers. “Here,” he said, handing her a Shel Silverstein book. “You like this one.”

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