Having His Baby. BEVERLY BARTON

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      A lump formed in Jake’s throat and his heart skipped a beat. That tiny, wet, pink bundle that the nurse lifted from Donna’s belly and held up for his inspection did look like him. This little girl was a Bishop, through and through.

      The nurse cleaned Louisa Christine and dried her off, rubbing her briskly, then weighed and measured her. “Nine pounds, five ounces! And twenty-one inches long. She’s a big girl.”

      The nurse quickly wrapped the baby in a warm, pink blanket and placed a cotton cap on her head. Jake watched in amazement as his daughter opened her little mouth and let out a piercing wail.

      “Nothing wrong with her lungs, huh, Doc?” Jake said.

      Dr. Farr nodded. The attendants laughed softly. Donna turned her head so that she could see her child while the doctor finished his work. Then she gazed up at Jake. “Will you go out and tell everyone that I’m all right and that Louisa is just perfect?”

      “Sure thing.”

      “Will you come back after you’ve told them?”

      Jake paused, walked over to the bed and wiped several damp strands of cinnamon hair from Donna’s forehead. “I’m not going to leave you, sugar. I’ll be around for as long as you need me.”

      Her smile was faint and the look in her eyes questioned his sincerity. He supposed she had no reason to trust him. After all, they barely knew each other. He was scarcely more than a stranger to the mother of his child.

      “I’ll let the folks know that there’s a gorgeous new addition to the Bishop family.” Jake headed for the door, stopped abruptly after he opened it, and glanced back over his shoulder. “I think maybe we should get married.”

      Before Donna had a chance to reply, he walked into the hall and closed the door behind him. Within seconds the Bishop clan surrounded him, bombarding him with questions.

      Warding them off with hand motions, Jake laughed. “Hey, cool it, y’all. Mother and daughter are fine. Donna came through like a trooper. And our daughter is one hundred percent Bishop. She weighs nine pounds and five ounces and she’s twenty-one inches long. And she’s got a mouth as loud as her aunt Tallie’s.”

      Tallie punched his shoulder. “Smart aleck,” she teased.

      “When can we see them?” Sheila asked.

      “As soon as they get through in there with Donna, I guess,” Jake replied.

      “Then you’ve got time to do some explaining,” Tallie said. “Just how is it that our friend Donna wound up pregnant with your baby and nobody knew you were the father?”

      Hank and Caleb laughed. Their wives gave them warning glances, which sobered them immediately.

      Peyton Rand put his arm around his wife’s shoulder and said, “Tallie, honey, I think it’s fairly obvious that nine months ago Jake and Donna were together. And if I understand correctly what Susan has told us, Donna and Jake didn’t bother to exchange last names or past histories at the time.”

      “Is that right?” Tallie tapped her foot on the shiny, wood-look tile floor.

      “Yep,” Jake said sheepishly. “Donna and I spent one weekend together and parted company. We didn’t plan on ever seeing each other again. Believe me, I was startled when I saw her at Hank’s wedding reception and shocked when I noticed she was very pregnant.”

      “Well, what do you plan to do about this situation?” Tallie crossed her arms over her ample chest and continued tapping her foot.

      “What do you think I should do, little sister?”

      “I think you should ask Donna to marry you—today!” Tallie pointed her finger up at Jake’s face. “You may have been an irresponsible renegade all your life, but you’re thirty-six years old. It’s high time you settled down. You’re a father now and that means you’ll have to—”

      “Let him have a breather,” Caleb said. “Something tells me that Jake is going to do the right thing on his own, without your preaching him a sermon.”

      “Jake shouldn’t marry Donna in order to do the right thing,” Sheila said. “Marriage is about love and wanting to share the rest of your life with someone.”

      “We have to think of little Louisa Christine,” Susan said. “The baby is the most important person in all this.”

      While his family made their feelings known—in no uncertain terms—Jake felt the heavy weight of reality fall on his shoulders. He had fathered a child. Nothing could change that fact. Just a few yards away, inside the Magnolia Suite, was a baby girl he had helped create one hot summer night in New Mexico. And there was a lady, whose reputation, when the whole truth came out, would, no doubt, be ruined in Marshall County.

      The trouble was, he didn’t know a damn thing about Donna. Hell, he still didn’t know her last name. But if she was friends with his sister and sisters-in-law, then that meant she was probably a fine woman. His instincts told him that she was a thoroughbred, a true lady, which meant she probably wouldn’t be interested in hitching up with a beat-up, uneducated cowboy whose greatest ambition in life was to own a quarter horse ranch.

      But Tallie was right. He was thirty-six. He’d been an irresponsible drifter and hell-raiser most of his life. Maybe it was past time he settled down. Wasn’t that one of the reasons he’d come home to Tennessee, why he’d made Old Man Henry an offer on his ranch? He was tired of roaming Tired of not having a home of his own Tired of bein alone.

      Dr. Farr emerged from Donna’s suite. “Y’all can go i and see the new mother and baby now.” He placed hi hand on Jake’s shoulder. “I’m glad you were here fc Donna during the delivery.”

      The Bishop clan descended upon Donna en masse, Hank Caleb and Peyton standing back and observing as Susar Sheila and Tallie circled the bed. Jake stood in the door way, a hard ball of uncertainty lying heavily in the pit o his stomach.

      Tallie eased over beside her newborn niece. “Oh, she i a beauty. Look at that mane of black hair and those bi brown eyes. She’s the spitting image of Jake!”

      A numbing sensation spread quickly through Jake’ body. He wanted to turn around and walk away, but hi legs wouldn’t cooperate. You’re not ready for this! an inne voice warned. What kind of father would you be? You don know the first thing about babies, especially baby girls. D that little girl and her mother a favor and get out of thei lives.

      “Have you held her yet, Jake?” Tallie asked as she lifted the infant in her arms. “Come here and take your daughter.”

      Jake hesitated momentarily. All eyes were on him. H forced himself to move, to cross the room and accept th bundle that his sister offered him. His hands trembled. Hi arms stiffened. The tiny newborn felt weightless. What th hell was he doing? His gut tightened painfully.

      Holding the infant as if she were made of glass, Jake gazed down at his daughter. His daughter! She wriggled He tensed, then quickly offered her to Tallie.

      “Here, do something with her before I drop her.”

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