BEVERLY BARTON - Having His Baby

He didn’t kid himself about the chances for a happy marriage. Donna wasn’t in love with him and he wasn’t in love with her. But the sex they’d shared had been damn good, some of the best he’d ever had. And marriages had succeeded on far less. He was past the age to expect both passion and love in a relationship. He’d be more than happy to settle for passion—and possession of his child and the woman who’d given birth to her.

“We’ll deliver those to your wife’s suite this evening, Mr. Bishop,” the blond salesclerk said. “She’s going to love two dozen pink roses.”

“I hope she does.”

“She will.” The young woman smiled flirtatiously at Jake. “Congratulations on becoming a father. I take it, from your ordering pink roses, that it was a girl.”

Jake grinned broadly. “Yep. Nine pounds, five ounces. And she looks just like me.”

“Lucky little girl. She must be beautiful.”

“Ah, shucks, ma’am, you’ll make me blush,” Jake said. “By the way, do you happen to know where the nearest toy store is?”

“Toyland is on the second level here at the mall. Just take the escalator and it’s the third store on the outside right.”

“Thanks.” Jake signed the sales slip, pocketed his credit card and tipped his Stetson to the smiling clerk.

Within half an hour, Jake had chosen the items he wanted, paid for them and headed back to the hospital. When he arrived outside Donna’s suite, a giant pink teddy bear under one arm and two big baby dolls under the other, he met his brothers.

“Well, well, what have we here?” Caleb asked. “Looks like the proud new papa has been on a shopping spree.”

“Where’s your women folk?” Jake asked. “And Tallie and Peyt?”

“Peyton had an emergency at the capitol, so he had to rush back to Nashville,” Hank said. “Tallie went with him. She said to tell you and Donna that she’d be back for the - christening or the wedding, whichever comes first.”

“Sheila and Susan are in there with Donna,” Caleb said. “They’re admiring the roses you sent. I think they’re trying to persuade the mother of your child that you aren’t such a bad guy.”

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