Baby In Her Arms. Judy Christenberry

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      She didn’t respond to his smile. “I’m not like my father.”

      Even as he mentally made a note of her response, he muttered, “You could’ve fooled me.”

      Nothing else was said until he wheeled his car into his parking space in the garage attached to his building.

      “If you’ll get Ginny, I’ll bring everything else.” There were two suitcases Child Protective Services had given him, as well as the grocery bag.

      As their small procession made its way to the door leading to his condo, Josh realized his life had changed. This morning he’d had no idea he had a daughter.

      Yep, everything had changed. But he wasn’t going to let it affect him.

      

      Maggie marched along, still disturbed both by Josh’s attempt to pay her and her acceptance of his plea for help. She’d never spent the night with a man, even as a baby-sitter. She couldn’t help being nervous.

      When Josh told her they’d arrived, setting down the suitcases and juggling the grocery sack to find his keys, she suddenly wondered what she’d find in his apartment. She’d always heard bachelors were messy. After all, she’d seen Animal House. When he pushed the door open and gestured for her to precede him, she prepared herself for anything.

      To her surprise, she discovered a spacious, comfortable living room, with only a few items out of place. “How nice.”

      “What did you expect? A hovel?” he asked, grinning again.

      “No, but I’d heard—that is, some men aren’t neat.”

      “Don’t go putting a halo on my head, Maggie. I have a cleaning woman who comes in every week. She was just here yesterday.”

      “Oh. Well, it’s still nice. I like the colors.” The room was mostly done in masculine colors—forest green and tan.

      With a nod, he started down the hall. “You and Ginny can sleep in my bed. Bring her this way.”

      “But she can’t sleep in a regular bed. She’ll turn over and fall off,” Maggie protested. At least she knew that much about babies.

      “She can turn over?” Josh asked, staring at his daughter as if he expected her to perform the miracle right now.

      “Yes. They start turning over when they’re about four months. Ginny can probably crawl, too.

      “What are we going to do? I don’t have a crib.” He stood there, his hands on his hips, a puzzled look on his face.

      Maggie fought the urge to put her arms around him. He looked so concerned for his baby. In fact, in spite of all the questions in her head, she had to give Josh credit. For a tough guy, he was being remarkably sensitive to his baby girl’s needs.

      “Maybe we can put pillows around her, build a barrier so she can’t fall off before one of us notices.”

      “Good idea. Thank God you came with me, Maggie. I wouldn’t have managed without you.”

      Maggie savored his words as she followed him into his bedroom. The king-size bed would provide plenty of room for her and Ginny, that was for sure. “Do you have another bed? Where are you going to sleep?”

      “The other bedroom is a home office, right now. I’ll take the couch.” He busied himself lining up the back of a chair next to the bedside table. “I’ll get the other chair from my office.”

      Maggie laid Ginny down on the bed and checked her diaper. Just as she’d expected. The baby needed another change. She unfastened the sleeper, taking the little feet from their warm pockets.

      “What are you doing?” Josh gasped over her shoulder.

      Maggie jumped, unprepared for his sudden return. “I—I’m changing her diaper. She’s wet.”

      “Again? Already?”

      “Babies are like that. Would you bring me a clean diaper?” She wasn’t sure where he’d left the bag he’d had earlier or the grocery sack.

      Without a word he hurried out, returning quickly with a clean disposable diaper. “Aren’t you afraid she’ll wake up?”

      “I think she’ll sleep through the change,” Maggie whispered. “All that crying wears a baby out.”

      “I’m glad it’s good for something,” he muttered, returning to his construction of a barrier on the other side of the bed.

      “Does she have any clean clothes in those bags? She rubbed mashed potatoes into this outfit.”

      “I’ll get the suitcases.”

      Inside the bags, they discovered numerous articles of clothing and several stuffed toys. Maggie couldn’t help thinking about the woman who’d given birth to this darling baby and bought so many things for her. “Her mother certainly provided well for her.”

      “Yeah...except for a daddy.”

      She had no answer for his response. Selecting an adorable pink nightgown, she gently dressed the sleeping baby, only rousing her slightly before Ginny settled back into sleep.

      “I can’t believe she’s sleeping so soundly,” Josh said in a whisper.

      Maggie smiled but said nothing. Josh had lined the side of the bed with chairs and a long king-size pillow. She felt sure Ginny would be safe. She pulled back the cover with one hand before settling the baby on the mattress, breathing a sigh of relief when a tiny snore signaled Ginny continued to sleep.

      Maggie slipped carefully off the bed and stood there, staring at the baby.

      “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Josh murmured.

      “That wasn’t your attitude when you arrived at the diner,” she reminded him with a weary smile.

      “Babies don’t look so good when they’re screaming.” He continued to stand there. Finally he said softly, “Do you think she’ll ever get used to me? Like me?”

      The warm feelings that rushed through Maggie scared her. They almost overwhelmed her intentions to keep her distance from Josh McKinley. But in spite of her warnings to herself, she couldn’t help but reassure him. “Of course she will. Little girls always love their daddies.”

      “Did you love yours?”

      “Of course I did!” She stared at him, wide-eyed, wondering what could’ve made him think she didn’t love her father.

      “You seemed upset when I said you were like him.”

      “Not upset. But Pop often said I was a changeling, unlike him and Kate.” She dismissed the silly pain that that thought always caused her. “I think I’ll get ready for bed. I usually get up at seven, but I’ll need to make it six-thirty so I can go home and change.” She paused and stared at the sleeping baby. “I hope I’ll know if Ginny needs help. I’m a very deep СКАЧАТЬ