Three Boys and a Baby. Laura Altom Marie

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      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      After college (Go Hogs!), bestselling, award-winning author Laura Marie Altom did a brief stint as an interior designer before becoming a stay-at-home mom to boy/girl twins. Always an avid romance reader, she knew it was time to try her hand at writing when she found herself replotting the afternoon soaps.

      When not immersed in her next story, Laura enjoys an almost glamorous lifestyle of zipping around in a convertible while trying to keep her dog from leaping out, and constantly striving to reach the bottom of the laundry basket—a feat she may never accomplish! For real fun, Laura is content to read, do needlepoint and cuddle with her kids and handsome hubby.

      Laura loves hearing from readers at either P.O. Box 2074, Tulsa, OK 74101, or e-mail: [email protected]. Love lounging on the beach while winning fun stuff? Check out lauramariealtom.com!

      For my new friend and partner in miscellaneous

       mischief, Melinda Taylor. You’re a hoot!

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Epilogue

      Chapter One

      “Cool! Can we keep it?”

      Oliver Garvey, a full minute older than his identical eight-year-old twin, Owen, peeked into the basket and fell in love. The baby was a girl. He knew, because her blanket was pink. So were her pajamas, but the note that was safety-pinned to them was written on yellow paper. It read: Please take care of me. Since Oliver was oldest, and therefore smartest, he said, “Duh. Of course we’re gonna keep it. What kind of dummy are you?”

      “Don’t call me a dummy,” Owen said, almost falling off the neighborhood park’s merry-go-round while making a fist.

      “You’re a dummy.”

      “Can I name her?” their seven-year-old neighbor and friend, Dillon Tate, asked. “I always wanted a baby, but Dad says they’re loud and smelly.”

      “She doesn’t seem loud or smelly to me,” Owen said.

      “Just wait till she poops.” Oliver sniffed the part of her blanket where the stinky stuff would be. “I saw in a movie one time where babies poop a lot. We’re going to have to find some diapers.”

      “I bet Mom has some,” Owen suggested. “We’ll tell her to bring ’em home from the clinic.” Their mother was a kid doctor, so she always had kid gear around in case of an emergency. Lots of times they’d seen her do medicine stuff, so Owen was pretty much a doctor himself.

      “No!” Dillon crossed his arms and stomped his right foot.

      “I don’t wanna tell your mom.”

      “What’s wrong with you?” Oliver asked him.

      “You guys, that’s what. You can’t go calling your mom at a time like this.”

      “Why come?” Owen wanted to know.

      “’Cause this is a boys only club. Why do you want to make your mom a member?”

      “We don’t,” Oliver said, “but she knows all about babies. She’s a doctor.”

      “My dad knows about babies, too. He’s a fireman. Plus, he’s a guy, which makes him a lot better to be with than your mom.”

      “I love Mom,” Owen said. “She’s a good cook.”

      “I didn’t say she wasn’t.” Dillon rolled his eyes. “All I meant was that this is a guy club and we need to keep the baby a guy secret.”

      “What do you think?” Owen asked, turning to his older brother.

      Oliver took a moment to consider the facts. He guessed his mom probably knew more about babies, but she was a girl. Dillon’s dad knew lots about fires and stuff, though, so if the baby caught on fire, he’d СКАЧАТЬ