A Baby for the Bachelor. Victoria Pade

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      “Looks okay from out here.”

      Looks better than okay, Marti thought before she realized Ry was talking about the house while she was thinking about the contractor’s butt.

      And she shouldn’t be thinking—or looking—at the contractor’s butt. She pulled her gaze away.

      “I still can’t believe he’s getting married again,” Ry said.

      Apparently not looking at the contractor wasn’t enough to erase him from Marti’s mind because for a split second she thought Ry was talking about him. Then she yanked her thoughts back in line and realized her brother was referring to Wyatt.

      “How hard is this wedding gonna be on you?” Ry asked with a sidelong glance at her.

      “It’s okay,” Marti assured him, appreciating his concern. “I’ve made this huge decision in my life in order to move on and that’s what I’m going to keep reminding myself. Wyatt is having a new beginning, I’m having a new beginning.”

      “Huh, and I thought you were having a baby,” Ry joked as he pulled into the driveway.

      He turned off the engine and Marti stretched. It had been a long drive and she’d been sitting in one position the whole way. The stretch made her head spin slightly, though, and she stopped to take a deep breath. So far pregnancy was making itself known in extreme fatigue, more trips to the bathroom, some nausea and sudden bouts of dizziness.

      Her head settled down after the third deep breath and she reached for the door handle as Ry got out of the driver’s side and headed around the front of his newest toy.

      The sports car was so low to the ground Marti had to duck a little to get out before she could stand and wave to Wyatt, who had come out of the house to greet them. And on came the whirlies again. Much worse than in the car.

      Everything started to spin and tilt. Her gorge rose, and she felt herself sway uncontrollably. Her knees buckled and down she went like a helium balloon that had just lost all its oomph.

      She heard both Ry and Wyatt call her name in a panic and come running. She wanted to reassure them that it was nothing, but beyond shaking her head she didn’t have the wherewithal for more.

       Deep breaths…Deep breaths…It’ll pass…

      Her brothers were on either side of her by then, asking if she was all right, but it was as if their voices were coming from far away, and all she could do was sit there, bracing herself with one arm to keep upright while her head was in some sort of internal spin.

      Another man chimed in, in a voice that was vaguely familiar although Marti couldn’t place it. He was suggesting they call for an ambulance.

      “No!” she managed as she struggled not to lose her lunch.

      “Mary Pat!”

      That was Wyatt’s voice, yelling for her grandmother’s caregiver. Mary Pat must have already been on her way because a moment later the nurse was kneeling beside her, taking her pulse.

      “It’s just…dizziness…” Marti whispered as the wave finally began to subside. Then she said, “I’m okay. Really.”

      Embarrassment inched in behind the dizzy spell when she heard Ry say, “Maybe this artificial insemination thing wasn’t such a great idea. I’m not so sure pregnancy agrees with you.”

      “Ry…” Wyatt chided. “Filter it, will you?”

      “I’m just saying—”

      “It doesn’t need to be said. Especially not out here on the lawn.”

      With some stranger standing there, Marti thought as she put all her efforts into regaining herself.

      She swallowed hard, closed her eyes for a minute and took a few more deep breaths before she repeated, “I’m really okay. I just keep getting this wicked dizziness thing.”

      Then she opened her eyes and looked to her other brother, appreciating that he had the sense to curb Ry’s lack of discretion, and smiled feebly.

      “Hi, Wyatt,” she said as if nothing had separated his greeting and that moment.

      “Hi, Marti,” Wyatt said, alarm in his expression but his tone calm and understanding.

      Marti looked to her grandmother’s caregiver. “Hi, Mary Pat. Could you tell these guys there’s nothing to this?”

      “I think she’s fine,” the nurse confirmed. Then, to Marti she said, “Do you want to try to stand or shall we sit here a few minutes?”

      “Why don’t we see if I can’t actually make it to the house.” Truthfully she would have preferred to stay put, if only everyone—including the handsome stranger—would stop staring.

      “Here, let us get you up,” Wyatt insisted as he took one arm and Ry took the other.

      That just made Marti feel like more of a spectacle. “I’m not an invalid, you know, guys.”

      Neither of them commented, they just helped her to her feet.

      And that was when her gaze went to the other onlooker—the man who had been hanging the chair swing on the porch and had obviously rushed down to her rescue along with her brothers.

      “This is Noah Perry,” Wyatt said. “Noah, this is my brother Ry and our sister Marti.”

      And that was when Marti swallowed hard a second time.

      “Actually,” Noah said in a deep, rich voice she suddenly remembered all too well, “Marti and I have already met. At the Hardware Expo at the end of March.”

      So she wasn’t hallucinating.

      She’d almost hoped she might be.

      “That’s right,” she confirmed weakly, not knowing what to do or say as her head started to spin for an entirely different reason.

      While she hadn’t recognized the man from the back, now that she was face-to-face with him, she didn’t need an introduction. She knew that wavy chestnut hair, that slightly hawkish nose, those lush lips, those rich brown eyes. They’d been haunting her thoughts for the last six weeks.

      “You better get inside, your color is draining again,” Mary Pat said, hooking her arm into Marti’s. “Come with me. I’ll get you some water and maybe a little sugar pick-me-up.”

      Marti still hadn’t found any other words to say and Mary Pat was urging her to move so she just went, her thoughts on the man she’d thought she’d never see again.

      The man who was the real father of her baby.

      An hour after the late-afternoon excitement with the Gray sons, Noah Perry went home to a Friday night full of plans to pry off baseboards in his living room and possibly start to paint the walls.

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