Raye Morgan - Single Mum Seeking... - A Daddy for Her Sons / Marriage for Her Baby / Single Mom Seeks...

She heard the front door open and she turned that way.

“Jill!”

“In here, Sara.” She frowned. Her sister’s voice sounded high and strained. What had happened now?

Sara appeared, looking a little wild. “Did you get the letter?”

“What letter?”

“From Social Services.” She waved an official-looking envelope. “Did you get one, too?”

“I don’t know. Connor brought in the mail. I think he left it on the entryway table. Let me get it.”

She stepped into the foyer and found the envelope Sara was talking about. Connor and the boys were coming back into the family room as she returned to it. The boys were jumping around him like puppies.

“I promised them ice cream,” he said after nodding at Sara. “I’m hoping you actually have some.”

“Don’t worry.” Jill put the envelope down and went into the kitchen. They all followed her and she pulled two Popsicles out of the freezer for them. “They’ll accept this as a substitute,” she said. “Now go on out and play in the sunroom. I don’t care if you drip all over that floor.”

They did as they were told, dancing happily on their toes. Connor laughed as he watched them go, then looked at Jill. They shared a secret smile.

Sara groaned. “Come on. Open the mail. You won’t believe this.”

“What does it say?”

“You need to read it for yourself. Go ahead. Read it. I’ll wait.”

Connor looked at Sara and said, “Hey, you look really upset.”

Her eyes flashed his way. “Did Jill tell you about our stepsister? She died in a car accident last week.”

“Yes, she did tell me. I’m sorry.”

Sara nodded, then looked at Jill, waiting.

Moments later, Jill handed the letter to Connor and he noticed right away that her fingers were trembling. She turned and looked at her sister, wide-eyed. “I don’t believe it.”

Sara nodded, looking flushed. “Told you.”

Connor glanced at the letter. It seemed to be about someone named Kelly Darling. Then he connected the name. It was the stepsister who had died the week before. Kelly Darling. It seemed that Kelly had a baby. A three-month-old baby. Jill and Sara were her only living relatives that could be found. Would either of them care to claim the child?

“A baby,” he said. “And you didn’t know?”

“No.” Jill shook her head. “I guess she wasn’t married. We hadn’t heard from her for so long.”

Sara nodded mournfully. “And now, a baby.”

Jill felt tears threatening again. “Poor little thing.”

Sara flashed her a look. “Kelly’s baby.” She shook her head. “I don’t think we’ve seen Kelly more than three times in the last fifteen years.”

“And that’s our fault,” Jill said mournfully. “We should have made more of an effort.”

Sara shrugged. “Why? She never liked us. The last time I saw her, she was furious with me.”

Jill looked surprised. “What happened?”

“She wanted to borrow five thousand dollars to help pay for a certification class she wanted to take.”

“Some kind of computer class?”

“No. It was to qualify as a professional dog trainer. When I pointed out that I didn’t see how she was going to be able to pay me back on the salaries beginning dog trainers make, she told me I was ruining her life and she never wanted to see me again.”

Jill sighed. “Well, she was an awfully cute little baby.”

Sara looked at Jill and bit her lip. “I’m sure they’ll find some relative we don’t even know about to take the child.”

Jill frowned. “Maybe. But...”

“Jill!” Sara cried. “Don’t you dare! There is no way you can take on another baby.”

Jill looked pained. “What about you?” she asked.

“Me?” Sara’s face registered shock. It was obvious that option hadn’t even entered her mind. “Me?” She shook her head strenuously. “I don’t do babies. I can barely manage to watch your little angels for more than an hour without going mad.”

“Sara, she’s our flesh and blood. She’s our responsibility.”

“How do you figure that? I don’t see it. She was Kelly’s responsibility, and now they’ll find someone to adopt her. Tons of people want babies that age.”

Jill was shaking her head. “I don’t know....”

Sara groaned and looked tortured. Stepping closer, she took her sister’s hands in her own. “Jill, I haven’t come right out and told you this. I’ve tried to hint it, just to prepare you, but... I’m going to be moving down to Los Angeles. And my job is going to include almost constant travel, especially to New York. There’s no room for a baby in that scenario.” She had tears sliding down her cheeks. “And that also means I won’t be here to help you. You can’t even begin to think of taking this baby.”

Jill looked at her and didn’t say a thing.

Connor watched her. She was going to take the baby. He could tell. He tried to understand the dynamics here. This was another blow to Jill, another obstacle in her struggle to survive. And yet, that wasn’t the way she was taking it. She didn’t look at it as the end of her hopes and dreams, a financial and emotional disaster. She was seeing it as another burdensome responsibility, but one that she would accept. He’d known her for years but he’d never realized how deep her strength went. Where had that come from? Where had she found the capacity to take on everyone else’s problems? Was being the oldest sister the key? Or was it just the way her soul was put together?

“They’ll find a good home for the baby somewhere, I’m sure,” Sara was insisting. “Don’t they have agencies to do things like that?”

Jill frowned. That just wasn’t right and she knew it. “Sara...”

Sara closed her eyes and turned away.

“I’ve got to go. I’m expecting half a dozen calls and I’ve got to prepare myself.” She looked back and hesitated, then said with fierce intensity, “Jill, you can’t be considering taking that baby. I won’t let you.”

Jill winced. She knew what was going to happen. It was inevitable. She couldn’t expect Sara to understand. Babies...life...family—that was what she’d been put on earth to deal with. So Brad hadn’t worked out. Too bad. So her cake business was trembling on the brink and might just crumble. Okay. But turn down taking care of a baby? Her father’s grandchild? Her own niece? No. Impossible. If Sara couldn’t face it, that baby had only one chance.

She followed Sara to the door and touched her arm before she could escape. “Sara, I’m going to call them. I want that baby here with us.”

A look of abject terror flared in her sister’s eyes. Slowly, she shook her head, her lower lip trembling. “You’re crazy,” she whispered. “Jill, I beg you. Don’t do it.” And then she turned on her heel and hurried to her car.

Jill came back into the house and went straight to Connor as though drawn by a magnet.

“Are you sure?” he asked her.

“About the baby?” She smiled. “Yes. There is no way I could let Kelly’s baby go to strangers. I’m going to get in touch with these people right away. The sooner we get her here the better.”

“Jill, your heart is definitely in the right place. But can you do it? You’re already overextended. You’re on the ragged edge with these two little boys. Can you take on another child like this?”

“I have no choice. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t do it.”

His heart was overflowing with love for her, and he knew what she was doing courted disaster. His brain told him Sara was right, but his heart—it was all for Jill. “Come here. I have to hold you. You are so special...”

“Oh, Connor.” She started to cry and he held her while she sobbed in his embrace. “It’s scary, but it’s wonderful, too. It’s the right thing to do.”